I really don’t feel any different, but of course I never expected to be. I told my friend Kwame yesterday I was going to be 18 today.
“You know what we do to people on their eighteenth birthdays in Ghana?” he asked me. “We beat them!”
As if I’m looking for a beating. I’ve been up most [...]

Very few people know I’m 17. Even less know I’ll be 18 tomorrow. Will it feel different? Will I automatically shed my recluse persona and ask my first girl out? Will there be a sense of accomplishment at having crossed that silly invisible line? Honestly I don’t know.
My schedule tomorrow will probably be the same [...]