DIARY OF A COAST GIRL

NOTE: This is not the starting point, this is just something I wrote a year ago today and want to publish here. Thanks       THE GREEN KIOSK. Over the years the blue kiosk has proved to be the most popular among all kiosks. Thus whenever one mentions a kiosk, the blue kiosk automatically comes to mind. When one mentions the blue kiosk, I'm also likely to think about The blue Rasta Kiosk in Amma Darko's Faceless where Baby T's body was dumped. But today I want to tell you about a Green Kiosk that I've grown to love and appreciate.  In my earlier days on Earth, I got to meet a kiosk that was greener than green grass and even the fresh green leaves of a tree. I believe that greenness was what attracted most people. It came with a revival and hope that they could come alive again as things were dry and brown in their pocket. My father, Efo Kofi is the owner of the Kiosk and has been the one in charge of it.  In 2002, when I was born, he introduced a kiosk to me, he said I&

"...In the here and now, I nearly found love,  One that would've blossomed on the wings of happiness and acceptance.  The mystery that would've left a timeless joy. Nearly to, is, they say but this never was. It was, but just a short-lived spell...." Gbasala, The waves have delivered your message, the breeze of dawn and twilight wouldn't let me rest either and so I have come, to tell the stories, I have come, with people who would bear me witness and not only my memory. Gbasala, I have come to tell them about the dance we did to the nice tunes the susurration provided, the thunderous slap of the sea against those rocks that give the high keys and serve as clap to the whistling wind. But I only pray, they enjoy this journey through these buried chapters, and show love as we walk along the coast and into it. Dear Reader, I'm just here to keep memories whilst sharing them with you too. I will share my experiences, my thoughts,my journey and all the interesting