Diary of a Wanderer

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  • pages of discipline

    the fog continues its stealth descentwith the lure to prolong my sleeppages of discipline turn and burn as the distant tides turnI sleep and bleat like a comfortable sheepthe fog continues its stealth descent drowsiness makes me blendcaution and comfort withpages of discipline that turn and burn so much to unlearnthought they said rest was…

  • look again

    eclipse of the moonorfreckles of the truth the sudden glowturnsprofound darkness shallow ugly confrontationsbeautiful sightsof artificial twilight passersby look and look againthe collision of lightwith fallen darkness soon, the glowing wax drifts and fades, fleetinglikeecstasies of shooting stars drowning in fantasy

  • The road to Damascus -page 17

    Life. One moment you wish you were dead. Another moment you’re streaming through countless reasons to be grateful for the gift of life. And sometimes you don’t know which is better – being alive or dead. But the spinning continues. The revolution continues. Sad or bad times, the world keeps rotating, oblivious to your concerns.…

  • the shift takes a toll

    pursed lips. the shift is taking a tolland the night is slowwill take much more than physical strengthto unwind these chiming bells the night is sloweven the busy bistro goes coldto unwind these chiming bellssome joke the unrealistic sell even the busy bistro goes coldwill take much more than physical strengthto unlearn the jokes the…

  • Tell me about that miner

    He’s lived in Nigeria. The source of many of the scary stories he told us. I’ve always wondered what took him there. He’s never told us where he was from and why he had come to this remote part of the country. All we knew was that he was our class teacher, very dedicated, and…

  • Inviting aura

    something in me loved to explorethe vast stretches of savanna grasslandbehind our housewhich was on the outskirts of the community didn’t know whyperhaps the mixture of danger and pleasurescattered into the inviting aura hanging over the placefor as you journeyed deeper, the grass grew tallerand so did the probability of running into thick poisonous snakes…

  • Sunshine is waiting

    greed, betrayal and difficulties aboundbut the world is too large for evil to fillthere are places vice cannot reachcannot decayformidable fortresses fire cannot penetrate and there are still heartslonging for honest conversationshearts hungry for the meeting of like-mindsand the sparks and glitter and joythose contacts generate aspireascendsoarabove mediocrityabove the warmth of smallnessand the indiscipline masked…

  • The road to Damascus -page 16

    I take my diary today, staring at blank pages which stare back at me. I know not what to write. Been a mixture of emotions of late. Sad one moment, lonely the next…feeling a bit lucky, not knowing for what …then feeling guilty, regrets and sorrow….and now lack of appetite for even food that I…

  • To the East

    you’ve set your face to the eastjourney on towards the heatwhere faith bakes into defeat,your sore feet will not retreat

  • Inhale the coming season

    stop searchingwhat you seek will find youtime to withdraw into the shadows and healinhale the coming seasonexhale guiltexhale impatienceexhale the bitternessexhale pain time to do what you’ve never donetime to pay the cost of growthtime to build in silence forget about the lonelinessforget about the past remember that image you have always held before youyou…

  • The road to Damascus -page 15

    Been thinking a lot of late. Twice I have tried to help old friends. Turned out a bad idea. As if the two incidents have connived to remind me to choose myself and my happiness first and foremost, above everyone. I run into this old childhood friend. She was broke, had to drop out of…

  • Echo in flames

    this song’s been singingin my heart since morningawakening the glow in everything I seedon’t know what the lyrics are trying to teach meand now this mysteryof a candle that seems to whisper namesonly I can hearthese flames, that refuse to be put out,are they a reflection or a test of my resilience? these names,why do…

  • How much longer?

    why do good things require so much work,so much time, so much space,so much pain, with so muchat stake ? does pain always teach, always lead,to something beautiful?is there any sensein suffering ? or just an occasion to bleed, emotionally leak,deplete one’s source of spark,and make one’s mark in therace to bleach one’s glow ?…

  • Seeing you again

    seeing you again was such a delightalthough my initial reluctance to meet youwas colored by previous experienceswhere meeting old friendsfelt like resurrecting the deadwho were happier where they now belonged I did not expect much from our meetinglittle did I know great thingsoften begin without dramatic announcementsI knew from the chemistry in our first hug,chats,…

  • Feel the shift

    feel the shiftin perspectives, in attitude, in thinkingand how these keys have given you ignition you’ve finally realizedwinning doesn’t always come from pushingand pressing on sometimes,victory hinges on the abilityto discern what to abandon, what to chase,what to keepand for how long, the right shift is all that is neededto create a balanced lifethat time…

  • The Road to Damascus -page 14

    The semester was over. Naturally, I should go home. But I feel at my age, I should be doing something productive with my life instead of going home to sit and stare at the empty walls of my parents’ house. Besides, I have very few friends there. By friends, I don’t mean very close friends.…

  • when the morning comes

    in your mind, yesterday replaysa dissolving past is showcasedyou still hear the faintest of screamsMove on, turn over that old page to reach the climax, you must leafthrough every page, bitter or sweetusing the chances in your handto redefine the narrative characters that are relevantto the story surely shows uplet the old plants wilt their…

  • The drums are awake

    “The drums are now awakeI’m forced to pause eating and listenInspiration has hit the rhythmFire will talk to our earswhile little children shake their waiststurning to see the little budsthat’s yet to fully develop…” I pause, thinking back at the scenario that inspired the poem. Didn’t know how to capture that part where the old…

  • The road to Damascus -page 13

    Finally we are done with our term papers. Semester 1 has ended. I head to the department to print and submit my work at the general office. We’ve already submitted the soft copies via the lecturers’ emails. There is a printing press uphill where printing is very cheap. It’s where many of us head for…

  • From fiction

    Whatever became of Sir Swellimpedeedoo?funny face and name like Scooby Doopuffed cheeks like those of a toadwith a curved sausage for a nosealways hurrying as if he urgently needs to poo he didn’t emerge from fictionnor did he relent from mischiefthis much is true!relay his doom!

  • what you seek will find you

    Sometimes you laugh about itSometimes you cryCoz there’s nothing you can do about it It’s strange that when I search I never findBut when I give up and just beSuddenly it comes to meTook a while for me to realizeFinding sometimes isn’t a coincidenceWhen it’s your day, what you seek will find you

  • Nightmare

    I look for you in every new person I meetI still see your back turned to me in tearshurrying away through the slightly opened door every chance to begin afreshfeels like an atonement for the pastbut the past seems unforgivablenever dyingresurrecting and resurfacing to haunt me I keep stretching my armshoping you’ll come backeven if…

  • The Road to Damascus -page 12

    Impatience. My weakness. And that tough evil weed keep popping up in my backyard. I know they’ll germinate again, like knowing robbers are coming to your house, and yet there’s nothing that can be done to stop them. The ideal thing when beginning a new relationship is to begin quietly, and let things develop at…

  • squashed into blood

    A tiny buzz beside my earnagging that will soon be squashed into blood in my palms A tiny buzz beside my earNuisance that won’t let sleeping dogs lieeven after killing it, my mind still replayed the tiny buzz beside my earnagging that has been squashed into blood

  • Vulnerable creatures

    vulnerable creaturesreminder of what this life is all about –reaching outextending a handsad that whole familiesof grandpa, grandma, Uncle T and cousinshave to be harvestedand grilled to put smiles on empty stomachssuch is lifeblood has to be shed sometimesfor new life to continue

  • grandma

    staring at grandma beside her hut, chewing on kola nuts, wondering what she makes of AIperhaps, it shouldn’t be so hard

  • Such is life

    My people hardly traveled. Those who did were few. And everyone knew them. Because they were usually the multilinguals in the village who brought news, songs and tales of other lands to our uncultured, ignorant, naive ears. Back then many things were communal. My dad was building his first house. And many men in the…

  • The road to Damascus -page 11

    Seems not everyone appreciates the truth. And when people are unappreciative of the truth you tell them, you begin to wonder if you need to revise your approach, or perhaps you’re not in touch with the times if you’re still honest. I have recently decided to fake my identity, and so far, so good. When…

  • itchy ears

    his voice makes the crooked tree, whosewaist is like that of granny, to rise among woodssounds like the tales grandpa tells thesedays, of strange beings lurking in places that areforbidden, searching and listening, sometimes Iwonder where grandpa gets such tales, I thinkhe cooks most of them, adding ingredients Iand many itchy ears would love but…

  • The meeting

    He said his illness and what he had gone through as a result were so terrible that his prayer to God was that not even his worse enemy would go through such humiliation. I glanced at him and the other man who had now taken a broom and was sweeping the dusty yard converted into…

  • Masked Masses

    This week, I was honored to be chosen as Poet of the Week for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly hosted by David. Special thanks to Sally for nominating me. Here is my take on the prompt : the room heaves with my sighsits walls browning from the stewing solitudeas I listen harder pass the noise outsideI hear…

  • The road to Damascus -page 10

    Make-up is a constant reminder that perfection is temporary. And that the true self always comes with imperfections. Against my will, a storm is rising. Bent on finding my weakness. She’s told me she’s visiting. To stay at my end for a few days. How do I explain to her that things have changed? I’m…

  • The awakening

    A newborn baby is like one who wakes up from a dream that’s forbidden to be remembered. And all around the baby throughout infancy are many people screaming, like in some inferno. The baby joins in, until somewhere in their teen years they begin to wonder what meaning the motions carry? Why the shouting? To…

  • The road to Damascus -page 9

    I now understand why rich people live in quiet neighborhoods and the masses live in noisy environments. To be rich, one has to think. And a noisy environment isn’t conducive to quality critical thinking that brings progress. A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end where everything ties up neatly together. But…

  • The scent of herbs

    returning home on foot after workthrough a shortcut behind housespoorly plannedbumped into a lady burning weedafter sweeping her backyardthe scent of herbs reminds meof my childhoodwhen I used to follow dad to the farmmy happiest moments were in the afternoonswhen we paused for the lunchof roasted yam with agushi stewA mouse or two hovering over…

  • the multitude’s departure 

    same silence that healscan also hurt same darkness that shieldscan also flare shifting phases require fixing gazes on sifting facesto find the good in the ugly that waywhen the multitude’s departurecasts a lot on our fatelike the moon, every phasewill be a journey through silencethrough darkness through solitude to wholeness https://wp.me/paf3ao-nsU

  • 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…

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