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OK WELL!
I really have no excuse for not updating this blog.
I think I'll just work on a bunch of classpects then post them all at the same time to get rid of my backlog.
I have about 10 classpects, and one session analysis.
Blagh
Finally starting homework, woo
Day 6: Shorn by Olufunke Ogundimu
My mother scraped my hair off, when I was 13 months old. She told me my tightly curled baby hair was full save the bald crescent at the back of my head. She cut my hair to rid me of my blood hair; my birth hair. My hair grew back, thicker and fuller. My…
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Day 4: Grandfather's story by Nyameye Dwomo-Anokye
“Papa, tell us a story.”
Grandfather looked up from the book he was reading. My sister and I stood in front of him, flashing what we hoped were our most winning smiles. I was eight and Ama was six, and we were bored out of our minds.
Grandfather looked at…
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