Diary of a Wanderer

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  • Run with the Sun

    athletethe uncovered miles, they lie withinwaitinglike the oak tree in an acorn the road callslet your uniqueness answer the dreams beating in your bloodthey refuse to diethey are rebellingcoagulating into fatrendering you sluggish the road callsriserun with the sunburn everything withinthat’s overshadowing your glowfor you’re a source of light

  • Think of fathers

    the pupil is convinced she’s readyfor the test, exam, graduationbut the teacher sees through her confidenceand spots many things she’s still got to learn it’s the instincts of a child to always feel readybut the adult teacher staresat her readiness and sees naivity but a child’s ignorance isn’t always a bad thingfor to navigate through…

  • Interactions with a book -8

    I just started reading the book “Expanding job opportunities in Ghana” by Maddalena Honorati and Sarah Johansson de Silva. From the little I have gathered so far, it promises to be an interesting read. In the overview, a few statements catch my attention: -“Ghana was, until very recently, a success story on the African continent,achieving…

  • The road to Damascus -page 8

    It’s Friday night. Tired of being indoors with annoying roommates so I step outside to catch some fresh air, and suddenly remember the little park on the campus of a university behind my hostel. Lovers and benches. Singles like me are certainly not welcome into such spaces, yet I impose myself. In a far corner…

  • Giant illusion

    fear, doubts, the long years and motionsmorphed into a giant illusionof an end that would never comeand of tides that would never turn Then one day, an ordinary dayjust started slowly yellowinginto the long awaited endexuding joy with its brilliance I did not remember being boundyet I sensed invisible chainsbreaking, losing their grip on memy…

  • Option 2

    Taking revenge is sometimes really not worth it. Imagine someone helps you solve a problem you’ve been carrying for years, even if you do not say to the person, “God richly bless you for your kindness,” God will still bless that individual. I believe the same applies to carrying out atrocious deeds against others. The…

  • love made of wax

    our love, made of wax, dwindled the longer it livedlike an echo, i disappeared when ignoredyour promises kept coming but never arrivingkeeping me awake like a riverhaving a bed but never sleeping others used what belonged to memore than i didyet i’ve never grown afraid to keep givingbecause my love grows the more i sharethe…

  • Temptations awakening

    I decide to not knock on his door before going to church. I shouldn’t be the one to always remind him to go to church. He’s an adult. And he knows the route to church. I hear him on the phone in his room. Perhaps talking to another of his many girls. I wonder what…

  • Interactions with a book -7

    My new book for this week is “As a man thinketh” by James Allen. It is a very insightful book on how the mind could be a factory for a productive life or an excavating tool that helps us descend lower and lower into depravity. The book’s content is brief and straight to the point…

  • The road to Damascus -page 7

    Finally, I get to campus. And just as I predicted, our presentation was a disaster. I think of great football teams. They don’t win every match they play. But the good and bad days add to the collection of memories that unite them, and serve as reservoirs of hope and lessons for the future. After…

  • Ghana

    What are the biggest mistakes people make when visiting your country? A person who has lived all their lives in Ghana, and has never traveled outside its borders tend to have the belief that it is a great nation, and deserves the respect it enjoys among other countries. It is not that our country isn’t…

  • a stream of pure talent

    people reproduce themselvesin their worksand sometimes,possessions mirror something in their owners haven’t you noticedhow so much musicis filled with messages to haters?what was supposed to be a streamof pure talentfor us to draw layers of meaningshas become colored with the hate, bitterness, violence that’s been stewing during the rise tell me creative works are outletsfor…

  • Education and Discipline -opinion piece 7

    Sometimes, school owners are torn between numbers and quality. As a private educational institution, more students mean more money to fund the endless expenses of salaries, bills and taxes. When a school does not have standards for admission, this creates problems for teachers. The same classroom is filled with very weak students who do not…

  • The one who returns

    It’s Our Daythe last day of the semester for pupilsevery child carries a basket of food, drinks and smiles, dancing cheerfully and tugging at their parents’ dressheading to school my little sister watch them pass byshe’s told mom she won’t be goingwhich is so unlike herunlike the restI watch her, thinkingperhaps God is shielding her…

  • Jérusalem

    Can’t remember who died. But what I do remember clearly was that it was a big funeral that brought many of our relatives in neighboring Togo to our village. The ceremony extended from dusk to dawn. Even the generator that powered the mics and lamps all night became hoarse. The funeral grounds was the only…

  • Interactions with a book -page 6

    Today, I bring Dr. James Dobson’s book “Love must be tough” to an end. It was a very insightful book that taught me to be principled and firm when it comes to love. It doesn’t mean being mean and cold, but having boundaries that are clearly communicated, boundaries that when crossed the consequences must be…

  • The road to Damascus -page 6

    So many things on my mind this morning. We have a presentation, and my group is poorly prepared. I am thinking of all the things that could go wrong, and psyching myself for them. My group members had other assignments and couldn’t give their all to this one. Lectures starts at 9am. It’s 8:30 and…

  • Love

    loveit leaks a part of you stored away and forgotten the joy of finding that spillageis like seeing money in a pocket of an old trouseron a day you’re very broke everyone in your world becomes a strangerwhose strange language of caution is unintelligible love is a button that when pressed, momentarily pauses  your inclination…

  • Only if

    the wind lashes through the lush unkempt hairof the conductor of the rickety bussending shock waves of foul odoracross noses of passengers packed to the brimnoses curl in silent protestbeside the road in the scotch morning heatare two pupilsa little girl and her brotherholding handsdesperate to get through the traffic to schoolthree loud bangs on…

  • Life is full of paradox -Opinion piece 5

    Life is full of paradox. Recently, I decided to plan how I used every cent I earned in a month, down to the most basic of expenses. At first, it felt frightening. It all sounded clinical, mechanical, like stories of weired scientists or philosophers who sat in labs or offices working all the time, without…

  • Temporary escape

    The tourist site we were to visit was changed at the last minute, a day before the D-day. Naturally, our youth leader was furious. He was making the final announcements in church on Sunday afternoon when suddenly the changed destination was mentioned by a woman in the congregation, confirmed by the mother of the assistant…

  • The sign

    I couldn’t wait to get home, to showcase my new cooking skills, the various local foods of diverse African nationalities my travels had made me discover, and the genres of African music we were not used to hearing in our country. I have always thought a home should be a place of love, where family…

  • salty guilt

    she leansagainst the wallhands at her back, face downsalty guilt eroding hermake-up layers of sadnessarranged like a cascade hookher drooping shoulders

  • Do we really need all this time? —Opinion piece – 6

    I have come to realize some thing that sounds a bit controversial, a point in my life where I am unlearning things I’ve made myself believe for so long. I used to be obsessed with longevity, always working out to stay fit, hoping to live longer (there is certainly nothing wrong with staying physically healthy).…

  • opening the cage

    my departure time approachesmy heart pulsates with anticipationit all seems like an unbelievable dream and the sight oftravelers verifying ticketsarriving taxis offloading luggagefinely dressed passengers finishing off goodbye messages to onlookers who came to see them off sends gentle shock waves of excitement throughout my body as varieties of whiffs of sweet-scented perfumes whisk past…

  • Interactions with a book- 5

    The new book I’m currently reading is “Love must be tough -New Hope for marriages in crisis” by Dr. James Dobson. The quotations below from his book summarizes what I have read so far (I’m on page 35) : ~”If marriage is to last a lifetime, then it must not accumulate and preserve resentments that…

  • The road to Damascus -page 5

    I used to attend one of the top senior high schools in the country. Everything there was unlike its reputation. Many teachers were mostly absent from their post, and whenever they showed up in class, half of their teaching hours were dedicated to sharing jokes that had nothing to do with the lesson at hand.…

  • Retracing the steps – 5

    For a long time, I kept turning down girls who were interested in me. I thought their expressions of love were immoral. That was what my Christian upbringing made me believe. In my little head and small mind, all I saw was me waiting for that day when I had my own apartment, a secure…

  • A beautiful day

    It is raining right now as I am typing this post. It’s night time here in Accra, and it’s great to be alive. Thanks be to the Most High God for a beautiful day such as this. Being alive and well shouldn’t be taken for granted.

  • a day at the circus

    i find my pearls tramped and mixed in miredamn! what looked like a giant chest was in fact a small stythe swine! and their foul snouts!the clowns are not to blame https://wp.me/p2Uccu-fvC

  • I belong to a kingdom – opinion piece 5

    Many people claim they do not believe in the supernatural. There is no life after death, they’re convinced. Implying that it doesn’t matter the quantum of evil they have committed, once they die, the chance of their avengers to settle any scores goes with them into their grave, into flames. I wonder what such people…

  • Sandra

    As I descended the narrow hilly road leading home, I tried to imagine the scene behind me. The shop that was always open and yet I never saw any customer buying anything from it, the fenced land overgrown with weed, the house where funeral canopies, drums and decorations were rented out, and the main road…

  • Interactions with a book -4

    “I lay down on the cold flagstones with my arms alongside my body and watched Dad unfold a tape measure and lay it from head to toe, and I thought: if you saw off the bed legs and take away the mattress, you could easily turn it into a coffin… I’d like to be laid…

  • The road to Damascus -page 4/100

    In politics, especially in my part of the world, popularity matters. Doesn’t matter if you’ve murdered the only Son of our Holy Mother. Once you’re popular and affiliated to one of the key political parties, you stand a chance. And as I head home after class, I contemplate on how politics works in this country…

  • Retracing the steps – 4

    Talent is discovery. Like running through a virgin forest and chancing upon an unusual creature, artefact or phenomenon. Many years ago, minerals such as gold and iron were found very close to the earth’s surface. Sometimes , when it rained heavily, certain ores were exposed and people collected them like stones. But years of mining…

  • inferior

    a foot in its bellyhands feeling its tips and sidesthe tweaking foot pausesseems a fitlots and lots of hagglingand counting of what looked like crumpled sweat-softened notesfinally, off the shelf and into a polybaggoing through twists and turns blindfoldedthen into a new home, unto a new shelfnights and days pass bythen the familiar feet returntheir…

  • folly unfolding – opinion piece 4

    It always starts with the belief in something weird, something controversial …and before you know, adherents are looking and behaving like the very things they believe in. The sad part is the deliberate shutting down of critical thinking skills. Especially when people get to that borderline called faith, where they cross into the territory of…

  • The confinement

    I did not know the couple were childless. I had assumed they were recently married. And so when I got the mild rebuke to stop being friendly towards the children on the compound, it made no sense to me. “This is my spiritual father. He came all the way from Mali to attend my wedding.”…

  • Interactions with a book -page 3

    I have started reading another new book titled, “The discomfort of evening”,  a novel authored by Marieke Lucas Rijneveld and translated by Michele Hutchison. The narrator is a girl, ten years of age, living with her devout Christian family in a rural area where tending cattle and growing crops are the main occupations. The author’s…

  • The road to Damascus -page 3/100

    I still remember the first day of class. Used money I was supposed to save, to buy myself fine clothes and shoes, and a new phone. I hadn’t updated my closet in years. That was what I told myself. And it was true. But the real motive sitting at the bottom of my heart was…

  • Retracing the steps -3

    Our stories are very much similar than we think. We see differences because we do not share our stories, or if we do, the motives are very different. If only we will connect the dots in every personal struggle we are bold to share with those of other bold individuals, we will see how the…

  • They sit unsung

    we’llneverknow the fearsand hurts you hideyour deeds, like diamonds,sit unsung in shadowsof ingratitude and prideyou forged underdogs into starswith sacrifices of love, Mother,we’ll never know the shed tears and hurts you hide

  • Changing trend -opinion piece 3

    For a villager in the city for the first time, there are too many shocks than the eye can digest, too much for the brain to process. Places people in the city are sick of seeing become great tourist attractions and holy sites for the villager. Many customs and traditions held sacred back in the…

  • strange times

    It all started with village folktales. Of ghosts loitering in the silence of midnight, stalking a wandering stranger or a lone recalcitrant youth returning home late. As mother lowered the wick of the lantern, the darkness in the room loomed large. I shut my eyes tight, careful to not think about dark tales of the…

  • Interactions with a book -part 2

    “Your plan and the way things turn out rarely resemble each other.” -Ryan Holiday Today I completed Ryan Holiday’s book “The obstacle is the way. And the quote above from his book has kept me thinking… Several times in my life circumstances have brought me to my knees, bringing my life to a standstill thanks…

  • The road to Damascus -page 2/100

    News from home. Father has been transferred. To pastor a new church. In another town many miles away. Perhaps we should be happy. But we have no reason to be. It’s just a change from one problem to the same problem wearing a different face. In accompanying our father on his missions, we see how…

  • Retracing the steps – 2

    It was supposed to be a testimony. To the glory of God. But a few minutes into her narrative, it all turned into tears. And sighs from church members. I sat there shifting in my seat at the unpleasant sight. Everyone seemed to know her story, and probably what she was about to say. It…

  • a howling wasteland

    tied to a treewas the kidnapped queenwincing at the mirage of advancing horsesmirage of a rescue teamdaunting reality of massive losses her chief magician chantshis voice echoing in the howling wastelanda figure in a picture enlarges into a real beinglike a fast-forwarded movieon rewind to a slow motion scene wearing her crown of planetsthe great…

  • Finding the balance -opinion piece 2

    Sometimes, local, national or global events can drive us nuts as we look on while a clown concocts motives for an injustifiable evil carried out against the vulnerable. Doctors are exploiting patients, extorting monies and charging exorbitant fees for services to patients in critical conditions that have no alternatives. Allowances due national service personnel, and…

  • Isn’t a struggle a story ?

    I stare at the picture,wondering what to write,noticing my first lines do not rhyme and have no consistent metre I question my motives.To express, or impress ?Maybe I digressto thoughts with no themes. Isn’t a struggle a story?Shouldn’t this writers’ blockbe time to pause,to see beauty even in what seems sordid? https://wp.me/paf3ao-n9y

  • Interactions with a book (part 1)

    I am currently on page 81 of Ryan Holiday’s book, “The Obstacle is the Way”. I read 10 pages a day, which allows me to attend to other responsibilities while updating my knowledge on various subjects. I would like to share some insights discovered so far from the book. I selected the book for reading…

  • The road to Damascus -Page 1/100 (story series)

    Very few of the men in the room wore wedding rings. It would be naïve to think those who didn’t were all single. During the introductions which required that we all indicate our marital status, many of the ladies said they were open to new relationships. I sat in a corner, grinning. I know a…

  • Retracing the steps – 1

    Around the new year of 2022, I watched a 1950s movie titled “September Affair”, a romantic drama ditected by William Dieterle. The movie was about two passengers, a married man on the verge of divorce (Joseph Cotten) and a single woman (Joan Fontaine), who while engaging in a long warm chat, missed their flight. To…

  • spill your feelings

    have your loose lipsbegun lootingyour chances of success,turning potential into worst nightmares? does your intuitiontell you you’re contributingto your slow progressand growing distress? keeping a secret can be toughlike an irresistible coughfor some, keeping a small circlecan be a major hurdle but for your own goodalways confide in a bookfew people really careabout your welfare…

  • Keep calm- Opinion piece 1

    The ability to remain calm under pressure is a skill that takes time to develop.  For the first time in our lives that we decide to keep calm during tough moments, it’s normal for our resolve to keep calm to bend and succumb to defeat, like every muscle that has never known heat. What does…

  • same sleep unites them

    they gave her water and clayand she molded out history and storiessitting in the soil for centuries… they went to bed at different timesbut the same sleep unites them different facessculpted on different daysmolded out of same clay Different beginnings Same tale from dust they camenaked and not ashamedone by one they withered and felllike…

  • Sunday night drama

    I turned to find mother crying. I did not understand why. But I always kept the incident in my heart, together with the storyline of the movie we were watching that day. When I was a child, every Sunday night there was this programme on television by name “Akan Drama”. It happened that on one…

  • an ocean within

    Sometimes on your writing career journey, you come to that point where you feel you have nothing to write about, and might never get something to write about again. Maybe it happens to the musician too, who comes to that point where they wonder if they can produce another hit song. If ever they would,…

  • Life in Northern Ghana 2/10

    When I was a child living in our little village with my parents and siblings, life was very different. The weather, for instance, was highly predictable. We knew the rain that ushered in the rainy season and the rain that ended it. On the last day of rain, tiny ice cubes fell from the sky…

  • night falls with its eyesores

    as night falls with its eyesoreshawling memories of the day beyond the horizonhordes of people return homesome to mess, and debtsmurmuring in low tonesothers return with relief,glad to have found the holy paycheckto purchase their daily breadand peacesinging Hallelujahloud enough to be heardeven in Californiabut however your day may beI hope the lessons can be…

  • Pauline

    She was lousy. Or so we all thought. Until she traveled. The first few days after her departure, relief! Finally, no more noise and fights and taunts in our ears. Her voice was loud. She was the first person I met on the compound when I moved in. She sounded nice and friendly, and the…

  • Her name is Samira -part 2

    Genuinely, I meant every promise I made. But fate was bent on testing every alphabet in my words. It all started with the withholding of my salary over some friction I had with the secretary. He made some deductions from my salary because I was absent without permission. I explained that I was too ill…

  • aftermath

    aftermath of warbodies scattered across the streetlike a child’s doodling on a sheeta beast sniffs the corpse of a woman a second beast is sucking her left breast protruding through a tattered dress she worethe remains of what was once a Canaanthe promised land of the nomads

  • Her name is Samira

    My weakness was that I couldn’t be discreet. Which was why when I fell in love with the cook, the affair was like an open secret. Was it love? I couldn’t tell what label to put on a mixture of lust, loneliness and desperation. She didn’t resist my advances, neither did she give me the…

  • Filthy, bloody hands

    wolves hide in beautiful sheep clothingigniting senseless wars in the Name of God How dare you stain the Holy Name of God with your filthy, bloody hands? God does not hire anyone to fight His battlesHe has an innumerable army of angels at His command His pleasure is to see brothers and sisters live in…

  • He is risen -Happy Easter!

    never heard of a lambthat served as a lampguiding the feet of men and of women off the paths of hell the prophets of old did predictthat his death will reverse the evil verdictsin has brought upon usif the promise of eternal life were a lieHe would not riseand our faith would be in vainand…

  • fishing in new waters

    Flies. They wouldn’t let the sores of a dog be. And the poor dog is forced to stay in motion to ward them off, all along jerking, flicking, tossing its head -all the frantic head shakes its creative mind could conjure. And yet, the savage flies pursue with renewed sadistic zeal. The dog stops and…

  • they’ll see you rise

    like the sun they’ll see you risethe fake, foes and fraudsters who sawyou weep, crawl and beg will falltheir faces abraded likemetal gods scrubbed with wire gauze  here,  no vest is bulletproofjust bodies taking in bulletstill they feel tipsy and staggeran unsettling truthmakes the most vocal stutter but this is the furnace in which the…

  • Refuse to bend

    life wields a set of unfortunate incidents into a powerful anvil against which I am being struck the strikes are persistent and slow, draining me of every urge to hold on the clinical, persistent strikes linger, my resilience is a palpable mass of bleeding mess It pays to be patientbut patience is difficult to masterrequires…

  • We always smell it from afar

    Back then, we knew nothing about sexual harassment. All we knew was that teacher Musah loved Mansa and we all envied her whenever she walked about the school head high like a princess. Many ugly girls in the school winced at the thought of not having half her beauty. That Mansa was a minor, we…

  • Red wine

    For me, red wine is symbolic of pleasant memories. It was a windy Sunday afternoon in late December. I did not go to church that day. My habit whenever I didn’t have money for offertory. Or felt guilty of a secret sin. Feeling bored, I lay in my room on my little mattress spread on…

  • Default mode

    when the path ahead is shrouded in fogsome resort to motivation woven into songsor written on wallsto help calm their fearsfor us, inspirationis written on our genesLike instincts written into the minds of insectsnever-giving up is our default modeworking in silence the codeeven when we’re brokewe’re still paying the price of victory

  • lessons

    hard lessons, written down for revisionsyet everyday it seems the lessons never endand writing seems futilemistakes too many to noteand the chance to apply lessons learnt never seems to comenew mistakes, new lessons everyday looks like circumstances are constantly  updating themselves patterns too complex for me to figure the trickthrown away my lesson booksperhaps I…

  • Noise

    She keeps talking and distracting my thoughts, and doesn’t seem to notice the cues I keep dropping to indicate it’s not a good time for chitchat. My approach has always been indirect when it comes to telling people things they won’t be comfortable hearing. But in my mind, the message sits there, in its crude…

  • While it rained

    It was raining heavily. I sat on the floor, my back against the bed, staring through the open window at the palm fronds swaying in the strong winds. The room still had a bit of the afternoon warmth, which was yet to give way to the cold outside. I thought of my flatmate who was…

  • just a novice

    just a novicetrying to be noticedsometimes this feels likea waste of timetoo many stars in the skyno space for mine to shineeven if it glitteredwho cares?been waiting for my timeas if waiting for a bell to be chimedor probably it has gone off already And I was too deaf to hear it ringing

  • Happy Eid Mubarak ❤️

    the sun beatsthe drums beatso much heatso many feastsso much wasteso much hastein so tight a spaceas the sun beatsand the world heatslet us prayfor more peacein this Eidand the coming weeks

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes I wonderwhy good things worth havingrequire so much work, so much effortsometimes  when the going gets toughI envy the deadwho have no more worries to think aboutBut when times turn betterI look back and reflect on the good things I would have missed if I were no more

  • They all know

    From the moment the cup is handed to one of them, they all know that the recipient is going to be the hitsong maker of that year. They never had disagreements among themselves like other categories of artists were fond of doing on social media, and were always cited as role models, until a video…

  • Her late husband

    She believed he always loved her. They had little misunderstandings like every other couple, but it was never the kind that escalated into an acrimony that involved the external family, something that threatened a breakup. And many could attest to how he was so fond of her. He wasn’t a billionaire, but he did everything…

  • The tricky top

    seems simple stepsthese tedious tasksthese tragic trekspacked phony pathssuch savage slopesslow stressful streakshurt hollow hopeswild windy weeksdark doleful daysmad mystic mazeposh pleasant peak https://wp.me/paf3ao-mTO

  • The rocks and the trees have become one

    on this mountainthe trees,like tourists,come and gobut the rocks never diethey’ve been lying here watching the once mighty waterfallage and shrink even the tallest of trees come and gonone lives foreverthe rocksthey have always been here from the beginningbut the presence of the invading treeshave left marks on the mighty rockslike signatures of passing timeset in…

  • There will be bloodshed

    He predicted that there will be bloodshed. Nothing like the nation ever saw. A few months after his wild predictions, he died. Nobody thought much about him or his prophecies of doom. Until ten years later. The first of his predictions was slowly turning into reality, like the seedling of a young plant indistinguishable from…

  • boredom is a blessing

    boredom is a blessingfertile grounds for sowingconsistent habits into daily routines just aseverything has a nameso doeseverything has its place just aseveryone has their tastesso doeseveryone has their pace soevery time you face delaysin your hasty climb to famejustlock your focus onto that Rock of AgesWho never fails, never shames, never wanes

  • She imagines

    She imagines what it means to have a mother. Hers died while bringing her into the world. Like some marathon, she was handed the baton. And here she was, wondering what this race is all about. She recalls the many times she’s hanged unto someone she considered a mom. It didn’t take long to see…

  • The watch uncle gave me

    Mother had traveled. And upon returning, she brought me a toy phone and a wrist watch. Gifts from Uncle T. Normally, uncle would be called on the phone for me to say ‘thank you’ to him. But phones were not common those days, and my parents didn’t have one. Imagine my joy having a phone…

  • watching the experts

    I sat on my bed watching from my laptop on a bedside table, occasionally worried if the volume disturbed my neighbors who lived next room. Something was on my mind : will these people be advocating for fidelity in relationships if theirs were so thorny with complications that they couldn’t wait to be out of…

  • words said into young ears

    there’s this poem I read in childhoodabout looking up to oneself in all thingsI remember the principal telling us boyswhile interpreting the poemthat people who never intend helping you financiallyalways say “Oh, I just gave out my money to X”“I would have helped if you asked earlier.”we giggled, thinking it was a funny tale he…

  • Mouchidath and Yasa

    From our conversations, I inferred that she wanted to marry someone older than she was, someone more financially stable. I was surprised she thought of giving Yasa a chance. Yasa was much younger. Perhaps it was because he had money. I wouldn’t say she was materialistic. Yasa had helped her a lot. He got her…

  • A lonely trip to Tripoli

    a lonely trip to Tripoliwhere abandoned motel light bulbs dangle in violent windslike the balls of a bull in motioncasting concrete eerie shadowson squeaky doors with no keysscreaming softlyas if mourning the death of a once buoyant city a lone guitarist plays for the listening windsmessages that never reach the earsof the sleeping, heaving wavesof…

  • God is watching …

    Sometimes it feels some people have turned themselves into GodDeciding what is right and what is wrongDeciding who should live and who should dieMany imposters may try to play GodBut that role is too big to be filled by any pair of buttsGod sees everythingHe hears everythingThe worst a mortal can do is kill another…

  • The still small voice

    a still small voicespeaking to you in what seems likeyour own voiceyour own thoughts Nudging you to let goof the water slipping out of your clenched fistof hard efforts that have come to nothing a still small voicethat’s always lived with youinvisible like the windstealth like movements in the dark yet each time it speaksit’s…

  • I will get there

    I munch food noisily. Not deliberately. Naturally. I did not know this. I’ve been living alone and I had never paid attention. Until I found myself at a dinner, in the midst of respectable people, with no music to mask anything. The discovery was embarrassing. There and then I had to practice eating in a…

  • Butukwen and his mother

    Her son had a challenge. Physically, he was alright. Mentally, he was unstable, couldn’t sit at one place and behaved more like a toddler for his age. Personally, I felt his mother should have looked for a personal teacher for him, a teacher who taught him at home. Or maybe, the school should have separate…

  • This too shall pass

    We all acted ok, but deep down things looked bleak. My friend was sick, and I could see that though we were both broke, his situation was worse. He had no money, no food, nothing to buy even a leaf to cure himself. The note in my pocket was my last flour and oil to…

  • Sack of trouble

    Outside were parked beautiful cars belonging to students, and the entrance of the new hostel was busy with students moving in and out. Some from shopping malls holding with them fancy shopping bags loaded with provisions, others were moving in, aided by the porters who carried their fridges, microwave ovens or giant fluffy teddy bears…

  • Tension

    The receptionists were new. I exploited their inability to distinguish guests from staff. Slowly, I approach their desk.  A stranger desperate to bypass them without being checked will try hurrying past while they were attending to some visitors, and this usually aroused their suspicions. I’ve been observing all this from a distance. And so, I…

  • Life in Northern Ghana 1/10

    Many who have lived all their lives in southern Ghana assume people from northern Ghana speak one language, are predominantly Muslims, have access to powerful magical charms, know one another’s hometowns, are troublesome by nature, live in primitive houses and practice primitive customs, eat weird food, and have parents who arrange marriages for children. Such…

  • The new preacher

    I stared at the WhatsApp post for a while. Of course I recognized the face. An old classmate. Lost touch with him since we completed school many years ago. Here he was, on the WhatsApp status of a close friend, posing as a preacher. I found it hard to accept the change. That boy has…

  • Last time I saw Uncle Maduk

    The last time I saw Uncle Maduk, he told me he knew he wasn’t going to survive the operation, and that by the time I am back for the next holidays, he might be no more. He thanked me for constantly paying  him visits, bringing him fruits despite the rumors that he was an evil…

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