Info on how, where and when you can get CIRCLES:

In Ghana, CIRCLES will be in Silverbird and Airport Shell within the next week or so. But before then, you can call the following people for a copy:

Nana Akuoko Glover – 0244-724-007

Albert Anim – 0244-774-992

Simon Mills – 0241-225-042

Outside Ghana, CIRCLES is now available on Amazon. Just type in Circles by Boakyewaa Glover or click the links below:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=circles+by+boakyewaa+glover

http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_ss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Circles+by+boakyewaa+glover

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       'Excursions in My Mind' Book Club

Writing and publishing a book is an arduous process. It’s also a personally rewarding experience. For me, the greatest part of it all is the incredible support I have received from family and friends (even people I have never met before).

Nana Awere Damoah is one of those people that I’ve never met but feel like I know pretty well. Nana Damoah published his book Excursions in my Mind over a year ago. He did the launch last December (2008) and since then he has been on a roll. His second book, ‘Through the Gates of Thought’ comes out next year.

Nana and I have a lot in common. We’re both Ghanaians, with non-writing jobs but still pursing our passion. We both published with the same company. Nana was actually the one who introduced me to Athena Press. After a year or so of supporting each other and comparing notes, I felt it would be really cool for Nana and I to interview each other and share our experiences as new Ghanaian writers.

Enjoy the interview!

CIRCLES 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Epiphany

The weather was so humid and tepid I felt stuffed and boxed in. My two-bedroom, 1,100-square-foot apartment had suddenly become strangely constricting. I wasn’t feeling like myself and it wasn’t just about the weather. I paced up and down, almost as if I was on a manhunt and, any second now, I would find excitement hidden somewhere. There was nothing interesting on TV and, as a TV addict, that was a major setback. There was actually never anything interesting on TV on Fridays. I had always wondered if there was some mysterious industry logic behind it. In any case, it left me completely bored senseless. My next addiction, the cinema, wasn’t any help either. I had been to the cinema a couple of hours before, so that option was done. I desperately needed to do something. My phone rang as I lay on my bed going mental with boredom. I looked at the number and answered excitedly.

  

Three Weeks

She couldn’t peel her eyes away even if she tried. She reached out and touched the lace embroidery gently. Her fingers slowly traced each line, each sparkling sequin all the way down to the tightly cinched waist line. She took a deep breath and circled the dress, gazing speechlessly at the beaded motif chapel train. This was it. She was really doing this.

“Did you find it? Did you find it?”

Carly looked over the mannequin at her best friend Adjo.

“This is just stunning. I have never seen anything like this before. Look at the detail on this, the hem, the bodice, right here on the back. I’m actually getting a little excited.”

Adjo laughed and hugged her friend.

“Thank God! We’ve been looking for months. I thought you were being difficult and picky on purpose.”

Carly sighed and clasped her hands nervously.

“I just want everything to be perfect, to be just right.”

“Come on, let’s go find a sales associate and get you inside your dream dress!”

Carly hugged Adjo tightly, tears in her eyes.

“I guess this is really happening.  It’s been so long.”

Adjo hugged her back.

“You deserve all of it.”

Josh sat behind his new Mac computer staring forlornly at the screen. He wasn’t thinking about the $2300 he had recently spent on the laptop. He wasn’t thinking about the report that was pending that he had to write. No, he wasn’t thinking about any of his pressing obligations. He was staring at her picture and thinking about her.

Josh stared at his ex-girlfriend’s face and felt a pang of pain and regret, and it was getting worse with each passing day. And that was mainly thanks to Facebook.

They’d gone their separate ways years ago. When they broke up 10 years ago, he was sure it was over. They’d tried to stay friends. There had been a few random hook ups, sporadic periods of long online chats and text conversations, and rarely some phone calls. Close to two years ago, the communication had dwindled but that hadn’t bothered him much. He was over her, had been over her for years. There were no lingering feelings. He was done with it all. He lived a very active life, especially socially. There was always something happening. He didn’t have time to brood. He’d probably dated at least four women since their break and slept with countless more. She was never on his mind, not until now anyways.

The rain lashed at the earth with an unrelenting viciousness that she’d never seen before. She couldn’t see any stars as she looked mournfully outside her window. The sky was as black as her soul and as harsh as the world she’d lived in for the last decade. She rose slowly from the bed and stood at the window of her bedroom, staring outside. It was pitch black. The storm had disrupted electricity as usual. When she was younger, she thought it was ridiculous that the lights always went off when it rained. The darkness used to irritate her. With time, she realized it was not so bad. She actually enjoyed lying in bed, listening to the rain, curled up beneath her duvet, just thinking. But tonight she had asked the house boy not to turn the generator on. Tonight was not a night for thinking or cozying up in bed. She just couldn’t think, and there was nothing gentle about this rain. Was this part of God’s continuous punishment?