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    Myself: My Self

    What makes me? Physically speak­ing, I am an inter­est­ing col­lec­tion of descrip­tions. My wall­pa­per is a sort of bar­be­cued choco­late. The Northern border is wooly and unco­op­er­a­tive in the foliage, which nicely cam­ou­flages a very impres­sive skull.…

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    Myself: My Age

    I am twenty-one years old. In the eyes of the law, there’s noth­ing I can’t do. Except, I heard a radio com­mer­cial for Stone Strong Lager (the one brewed from rice, they said) and it’s “For…

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    Myself: My Name

    I intend to do what every victim of the Ghanaian pri­mary school syl­labus has wished to do at some point. Every time we’re forced to write ‘of dark com­plex­ion’, against the protest of…

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