Diary of a Wanderer

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  • Grow up!

    Grow up!You cling to old habitsThat have done me no goodWhen I was once a foolAnd refused to be schooledOne day, my cup became fullAnd I realized there was nothing coolAbout being a fool https://wp.me/p2CQXv-4XH

  • Total recall

    Certainly within me Certainly within reachLike flamboyant petalsLike flamboyant medalsThese  beautiful  dreams Though risky like a ponzi schemeThey echo in my thoughts like a theme songForcing me to put my retired energies on total recall https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C6w

  • The Outcast (Page 42)

    Youth and foolishness. I’ve noticed no matter how matured a young person looks, there will always be traces of immaturity in a number of things done. Sometimes the microscope just has to zoom in further to find the traces. They are always there. It takes time for many of them to wilt and fall off.…

  • The Missing Keys

    One Christmas evening, we were returning home after a visit to one of our aunt when I felt my pocket and realized the bunch of keys to our house was missing. “Oh! “ I exclaimed. ” I forgot the keys at Aunt Regina’s place. My big brother was the kind that hardly smiled. And it…

  • Fatigue

    Traffic jam. I check my time. Probably won’t be home as early as planned. The driver is contemplating changing his route. “Anyone alighting at Third Gate?“ he asks without turning to the conductor. ” One passenger, ” the conductor tells him. The driver seems annoyed by that piece of information. I shake my head staring…

  • Beauty

    There! On a window pane in the corridorA brand new laptop and an Iphone! Who could have left them here?In a place where almost everydayThere were complaints of theftsAs my footsteps grow louder on the tiled floorIn the direction of the shiny itemsGlistening in a ray of sunshineI hear the flush of a toiletAnd feet…

  • Ladies on a balcony

    They were a bunch of female students, on the balcony of the last floor of our hostel, hooting and jeering at passersby. I hadn’t seen them until I was stabbed with a remark about my clothes. They said my combination was off. It was embarrassing. I took a look at what I wore. They were…

  • Go places

    It’s a beautiful worldSo beautiful sometimes it makes you forgetYour worries, sorrows and little lifeWhen you think of the vastness of this universeDoesn’t it inspire you to dream big?Don’t you see finger and footprints of a Mighty Being?Aren’t you ashamed of the many ways we destroy its beauty and peace?Do you see traces of the…

  • The Outcast (Page 41)

    Before I was admitted into senior high school, I was confident that I was going to excel academically as I did in junior high school. Little did I know that the fatigue from the long distance to school coupled with teachers who never showed up in class to teach would weaken that resolve. Every resolution…

  • Family

    Their mother did not know her birthday. She was born in an era and place where no priority was placed on keeping records. And so when she had to get a national ID, their father guessed a date. On WhatsApp statuses, her children see other children post their moms on their birthdays and feel unable…

  • A script of shallow truths

    When everything is working for you,you think you know the rulesWhen everything stops working for youYou shrink into a script of shallow truthsYou stink with echoes of ruinsHow a tiny pore can spark a ship’s demiseHow a mighty fall can reveal subtle pride https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C5w

  • Default colour

    To the uneducated, the scholar is a nuisance Like love birds to one who cannot find loveLike a single unemployed mother and her daughter Seated in a corner of the houseWatching children rushing to welcomeTheir fathers returning from workEnvy is the default colourWhen one is sketched beside things one cannot haveBut scholars have their problems…

  • Hide your face

    Even the sun hides its faceBehind cloudsSkirting stealthily across the skyEven stumbling and falling over the horizonIts absence giving it the impression of renewed strengthWhen it rises againIts absence part of the reasons Nature misses itWhen it returns Even Earth refuses to let the Sun see all of its nakednessIt keeps turning, revealing a piece…

  • A lesson well learnt

    The first time Mina moved into her hostel, she noticed the cold attitude of her roommates. It was as if she needed to pay them to respond to her greetings based on the number of words in their responses. One was actually sitting on her bed and the reluctance with which she stood up was…

  • They ask me

    They ask me why I’ve become quiet these days. I do not answer. And when they insist, “There’s nothing,” is all I say. They don’t believe. I don’t care. Things change. People must level up. I realized the need for distance. Respect is important for maintaining long term relations with people. We laugh together too…

  • Crossroads

    CrossroadConfusionContemplatingGiving up, but…Where is strengthBuilt without tests?Without discomfortWhat meaning has growth?How can one achieve fameWithout faith in one’s abilities?And hold unto it longer without humility?What is success without respect, without wealth?What is evolution without motion, without shattered limits?Where is the fun in an adventure without uncertainties and fears?

  • Phases and messages

    These past few days have been toughWhat looked like a short cloudy weatherHas stretched into days without sunshineAnd though the day has lost its brightnessThe dark moments have revealed more thingsThan daylightEach phase of life is a messageHow sad we bypass so many without decodingHow tougher and wiser we’ll get if we knew their essenceThough…

  • One of those days

    It’s one of those daysThat nothing happensYou just sit and stare at the ceilingThe window, floor, or some passerbyMind drifting to an incident in the pastLike some busy bus suddenly out of useYou relish the past and the companyAnd your usefulness that was once a source of prideSeems some things are destined to be brokenNever…

  • A floating ball

    A floating ball, roamingCombing spaceA lone habitable bubble, moaningDrifting in a hazeA particleIn a vast expansion of heat and iceTeaming up in hasteTurningSearchingWith a giant searchlightReaching far into spaceBeckoning us to look beyondOur little livesAnd reach for worlds unheard ofPromises of pleasures undiscovered https://wp.me/p4GQQl-BNp

  • Maturity and silence

    In its youth, a river is violentIt rushes, forwardSometimes destroying many good things In its pathWith time, it maturesExpands, and moves slowly, quietlyThoughtfully, towards a precise destinationAn unlimited sea https://wp.me/paf3ao-kRE

  • The comeback

    Was she sorry for what she did? A question that constantly roamed Joe’s mind and wouldn’t settle. Where could she be now? He hoped time will teach her a lesson. Time was a fertile ground on which character took root and bore fruits – some a hundred fold, some fifty. He prayed her harvest will…

  • Good things take time

    I used to force many thingsTo fit where they did not belongBroke many precious items in the processPride, dignity, self-respectTo fill an empty stomachTo fill an empty holeThe things hunger can push one to doThe things loneliness can force one to accommodateNow, I give up tryingI allow many things to take their natural courseMaturity cannot…

  • Kaiza

    A limited market. That’s what this country is. The more people are pumped into the system, the the more the market becomes choked;  everyone will eventually go broke. But these idiots don’t realize that. They claimed they’re giving the next generation a chance. Kaiza has always been in his corner, minding his business. He’s the…

  • One windy night

    It was a cloudy and windy night. The winds were swinging our wooden chapel windows like recalcitrant children determined to drive their parents mad with their foolishness. Even the presiding Bishop was in a hurry for the church service to close, he that never hesitated to tell people to not be in a hurry to…

  • The new place

    For a moment I thought she wasn’t going to pick up. Perhaps she’s not around the phone. As I psyched myself to give up on dialing her number, I was picturing where her phone could be. Maybe in the kitchen or bedroom, and she’s probably on the compound, busy with some activity. Oh! And then…

  • No filters

    Each time I’m woundedThere has always been a tendencyTo shut myself inBut a covered plantCannot blossomEven if it doesWhat healthy growth could that be?That’s why I keep shining, I keep smilingEven when it’s difficult dilating my lipsThat’s why I keep doing goodEven when I’m paid ingratitude in returnSee the many things I would have missedHad…

  • After many years

    “Wow. People change,” Samson thought, suddenly feeling proud of himself. Samson remembered the first day he saw Angela and the short see-through dress she wore that day. He still remembers her inviting glossy lips that he fought hard to not stare at. And that seductive perfume of hers he kept wondering what brand it could…

  • Ask me where I want to go

    Ask me where I want to goI’ll finish telling you before you’re done askingAsk what I’m doing to get thereAnd I’ll sigh, my head bowedAnd my unspoken response?DistractionsSome I createBut the majority come by themselvesFrom God knows whereSome are good after a hard day’s workBut on days my engine is coldAnd refusing to startWhile miles…

  • Gossip from the village

    Cousin Ama was on a visit. She’s from our village many miles away. It’s been three years since we left. And a lot has happened within those three years that memories of our past lives in the village were slowly eroding. Cousin’s visit revived many of those fading memories. As I overheard the conversation between…

  • The Outcast (Page 40)

    The most difficult part of life after writing an important exam is waiting for the results. Now that I had checked my results and they were exceptionally good, I could take in a deep breath, smile and eavesdrop on conversations on other people’s performances. Some students’ results were good, others were bad and a good…

  • Rich, rare

    Patience is what makes a seed growPatience is withinThe French say,God’s middle nameIs TimeAnd one day time will sow youIn some abandoned placeWhere you will be trampled underfootForgottenBut that is how you multiplyYou’ll not stay downBelow the soil is not your placeYou shall germinateYou shall riseAbove every obstacleYour genes are not the type that succumbTo…

  • This too shall pass

    Was like some sort of rebirth. Finding oneself in a new land, a strange land. Many of the strongly guarded values back home do not hold here. It’s like some new set of rules for living, tailored to the needs of the people, existed here. A stranger, Louis strolls through the streets of his new…

  • wet wood

    Wood refuses to catch fireIt’s wetBeen raining these past few daysDrying up will take some timeBut the sun will surely comeWill surely shineWood and fire will embrace once moreIn crackling laughter Without warningThe promising tree is chopped downTo begin from scratch, begin from the bottomBut like it’s done beforeWith little drops of waterWind and sunshineGreen…

  • Bigger picture

    I realized life is lived in fragmentsYou start something you like doingYou have no idea where it will leadBut you stick to it, day in day outGiving up along the linesWill deprive you the privilege Of seeing the bigger beautiful pictureOf how the little details came together Likewise you make new friendsFriends you may not…

  • In search of bread

    Early morning. I have somewhere urgent to go in about an hour and half. Back from my morning jogging routine. Very hungry. Forgot to take my wallet. Had to to go to the room to fetch it. The atmosphere in the room is different. It’s quiet and a little stuffy. Outside, there’s so much fresh…

  • Memories of home

    It became the norm, sad as the situation was. It amazed her that one part of the world could live in such quiet, peace and harmony whereas another part of the world was in chaos, where hope was torn into pieces by bullets sweeping past the ears of fleeing children and mothers and fathers and…

  • The New Chairman

    It was offertory time. And before a song was raised for us to dance and give out our monies, the pastor read out some information. It was a breakdown of our offerings for each month from the various local assemblies. Apparently, he was pleased with the figures, adding that he didn’t want members to become…

  • The Outcast (Page 39)

    Back home, I was impatient to show the results to my parents. They had gone out and weren’t back. It was 7pm, then 8…9pm, still they weren’t in. Where could they be? Everyday they were always at home by this time. Today that I had something important to share, they were no where to be…

  • The Controversy

    It was everyone’s dream and wish that Akweley marries. For she was so kind, humble and generous. She was an interpreter at her local church, helping her town people understand what the English priest said. Even the priest prayed that she find a good husband. On one occasion while she was interpreting his sermon, he…

  • You’ll go mad

    They say if you read too muchYou’ll go madOf courseIf you drink too muchYou’ll be drunkButDepends on what you’re drinkingAnd what’s fueling the thirstCould be waterFueled by a good workoutIn which caseDrinking is good for healthLike good books to the mindDrink too much practical, useful knowledgeGet drunk with wisdomGet drunk with passionTo see your dreams…

  • The Outcast (Page 38)

    Thursday afternoon. I receive a message : the results are in. I stood there still, digesting the message, growing nervous each passing minute.Checking the results of one’s final exams was like undergoing a heart transplant, a delicate affair. “Should I check that same day or the next?” I contemplated. Then I thought of an idea.…

  • Under a mango tree

    A street hawkerA young boyHe’s sitting under the shadeOf a mango treeHis feet, white with dustFrom wandering in the scotchy sunHis throat, parchedHe looks like he’s on the brinkOf giving upPerhaps one of those boysFrom the northIn the south, in searchOf a better lifeBetter livingWhatever might have pushed him hereIs causing him to now reconsiderHow…

  • The Outcast (Page 37)

    Slowly I was beginning to make profits. I documented my daily sales. But because I was young and had no one to guide me on making sound financial decisions, I enrolled myself in an ICT training program. Those were the days, ICT was new in our system and many were predicting that finishing school without…

  • Beautiful finish

    Smart startBeautiful finish Many startFew finish Beautiful placesUgly routesUgly race One successMany failuresMany setbacksMany despair Awake, dreamPlan, execute Brighter daysLay ahead https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C69

  • The Outcast (Page 36)

    My parents didn’t want me to be idle while at home waiting for my final examination results. So they got me an old phone and some money to buy airtime wholesale and retail to customers. I went to Kwame Nkrumah Circle, where I bought what looked like a little desk and an umbrella. It took…

  • Your story will change

    One day your story will change You’ll take your rightful place It will happen like a dreamLike nothing you’ve ever seen Keep moving even when hope burns outThe resiliency within mustn’t be quenched Champions are not made in the gymChampions are baked in the heat Of the rough road with few travelers

  • True friends

    Where do I goWhen I’m broke?How do I copeWhen I’m without hope?True friends have turned fakeTight bonds have grown coldWhen this dark hour turns brightI shall have                 Much to write                 Scores to settle                 Forgiveness to contemplate

  • Push

    HopeThat things will get betterEven when you don’t see howPushFor changesNo matter how scary they may seemMusterEvery strength withinAnd go all out, go farYou see,A lot lies in our own handsYet we suffer for our indecisionsAnd blame everything elseExcept ourselvesWe live in closetsWith ideologies and perceptionsThat never get challengedGo outIt’s the unpleasant talksAnd uncomfortable criticismsThat…

  • The Game

    He asked her to meet him by the river. He drove all the way there and parked his car on the banks, a very quiet place, isolated from the hustle and bustle of city life. Was it safe for her to go? Of all the places one could choose to meet someone, why there?She thought…

  • Confused

    Sometimes I’m confusedI do not knowif I’m on the right trackI’m temptedTo prune my wild selfSo I can fit into the pictureThat offends no oneThese wild shootsThey grow backAs soon as they’re cutIt’s scaryWalking aloneNo wonder so many voices get drownedIn the echoes of the masses

  • Lonely people

    There are lonely people in the world. Many, actually. And even some people who seem to have it all together, you have no idea what they’re going through personally. Some might even be contemplating suicide. There are many concepts in the world that we think we understand. Maybe we’ve looked them up in the dictionary.…

  • The Outcast (Page 35)

    The first few days of my stay at home with my parents were memorable. School reopened and my siblings were off to school. For the first time, I stayed at home watching other pupils go to school. The fun part was that, I stayed at home and no one complained. Usually, mom or dad would…

  • The inner compass

    We’ve come farThough miles still lay aheadBut the view from here is beautifulThere are those who sayIt’s taken too long to arrive hereListening to such voicesHas never produced any progressShut your ears, look only aheadOne stride at a timeIt’s an unusual journeyWhy should those who won’t travel this pathDecide how we journey on it?Listen instead,…

  • The Outcast ( Page 34)

    It was a long wait. Soon, hunger set in. I was given some money for my transport and thankfully, I had some change on me. I stepped outside to buy a drink from a shop nearby. A woman in her early forties, sat, doing some calculations on a large calculator mostly used by provision store…

  • Could this mean something?

    The tarred road which served as an alternative route to the main one was barricaded. Perhaps the contractor was yet to be paid. Ama took the quiet, tarred road. It was barricaded to vehicles, not pedestrians. She bypassed the UPSA hostel overlooking the Presbyterian Boys Senior High school. A few pedestrians passed by. She tried…

  • The meeting

    Kwame returns from a long trip. Before he arrived, there were a couple of people in the city who wanted to see him. While he stayed in the city, nobody needed his assistance in any thing. But once he traveled to  his hometown to see his parents, suddenly he received all kinds of phone calls…

  • We are our problems

    When things do not go as we wishWe say, that perhapsWe’re harvesting the punishmentOf past sins sownYet how many timesDo we ever look backAnd seeHow our own immaturityHas plunged us into needless painWhen shall we stop and ponderOn how we are the causeOf our own problemsThat the real devil retarding our progressIs us?

  • Happy new year!

    It is such a blessing to see another year. Happy new year to everyone! ♥️♥️♥️

  • A journey through a dark school

    Those days our village had no electricity. In each home were lanterns we bought kerosene to power. For big events in the village such as political rallies, funerals or mega religious activities organized at nights, generators were used to light the settings. One night, we ran out of kerosene in our house. Usually, it was…

  • Seasons are time-bound

    Green fields, despite droughtsFields green entire townsDream big, despite doubtsBig dreams invite tauntsThis wound is time-boundSeasons are time-bound

  • Boma

    Boma doodled on the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He glanced left, then right, head still bowed as if engrossed in some paperwork. But it was all a façade. Deep down he knew, he was only fooling himself. He was illiterate. But he had suddenly been put in the spotlight and he…

  • He thanked her, and walked away

    Kezia looked at the gentleman in front of her, from feet to toe, toe to feet. A reminder of how low she had sunk. How rich and handsome guys used to pursue her. How she could easily choose them like wine, sip just a little and try the next. It was a privilege for a…

  • The laughing hen (Merry Christmas! )

    One Christmas morning, a cold harmattan morning, my dad woke up and decided to give some food to the poultry he reared. All around him he scattered corn, and greedily the hens and cocks and chicks ate. The hen to be used for the festivities of the day received more corn, which fell closer and…

  • Retreat

    When birds go huntingThey return homeWhen the waves surgeThey retreatEven a straight treeMust bend in the windSometimes you must retreatIn what looks like defeatIn order to strike backAnd strike hard https://wp.me/paf3ao-klq

  • Solitude

    Silence, solitude, boredomMonotonous beats to be remixedInto soothing melodiesBlank sheets of paperContaining volumes of poetry

  • This storm

    I’ve been defeated many timesI’ve learnt to take in blows silentlyI’ve leant to moan silentlyI’ve encountered so many lossesI’ve learnt to live on lessI’ve lived through wintery timesSeems I’ve become insensitive to coldI’m used to hearing bad newsI now look forward to themI’ve had good reasons to give upJust don’t know what keeps me goingAs…

  • One day they’ll understand

    Outsiders do not understandThey’re quick to judgeQuick to pass commentsBut at this stage of my lifeI wear a hard shieldInsensitive to attacksInsensitive to criticismsNot bothered what they sayBehind me, and in my faceLiving my lifeDoing my jobLeaving my critics to do theirsI don’t see any conflictOne day they’ll understandIf only they’ll grow

  • Suspense

    Did you ever have to wait for something, in suspense, wondering the outcome? You wished you had some superpowers to get quick answers, quick results, instant response to what you sought. It can make you imagine things. You picture being denied what you are seeking, you imagine the pain, the loss, the shame, the hurt.…

  • Sani

    It’s SaniAlways happyAlways flamboyantAlways smilingToday I saw him sadWondering what has wiltedHis permanent joyHe will not talkHe will not say anything to anyoneHe bottles his feelingsThe sunny weather has turned cloudyBut this too shall passAnd our friend will shine again

  • Busy streets

    I stroll through the streets In every corner there seems To be lovers, on benches, In the back seat of cars In some dark corner Whispering, giggling A head resting on a shoulder On the road, a car honks Passersby, hurrying to destinations, Some chitchatting as they went And I, a spectator And when the…

  • Confessions

    I’ve learnt to laughAt my mistakesTo share my dark momentsAnd downfallsI’ve learnt to admit my flawsAnd to say sorryEven to those who offended meNo grudgewill become a stumbling blockTo my growthWhat is lifeWithout awkward momentsTo reflect on and laughWhat is the essence of livingWithout lonely daysTo look back on and sighThat is why I’ve made…

  • Harvest of patience

    I cast my net wideThe temptation to draw upThe little fish circling in the netIs strong, but I resistHunger pushesBut I hold onIf this net must be filledWith varieties of big fishesI must be patientBut patience, like fuelRuns outI have reaped the fruitsOf impatienceFruits that never matureInto anything usefulNow, I come on bended kneesFor a…

  • See far

    The further you can see into the future, the better decisions you’re able to take, and the better the quality of your planning. Unfortunately, such a superior vision and insight into a time that has not yet come takes time to develop, sometimes requires lot of trials and failures, reading wide and the humility to…

  • Respect everybody

    The little things of yesterday Grow to become important The confusion of yesterday Clears, and wisdom grows In its placeIgnorance is not staticFools grow wise over timeThese tiny little plants That are indistinguishable From one anotherGrow into thick, giant treesA mighty forestDespise no oneDiscriminate against no oneUnderestimate no oneThere is no soul that has no…

  • The Outcast (Page 33)

    It looked as if that day will never come. But it did come, slow as it might have seemed to me. During difficult moments, the end of the tunnel can be very blur even when we are standing next to it. It was one cool Monday morning, April 20. I remember the date very well.…

  • Sumaru and Jango

    At night the two maids retired to their room. Daytime they were donkeys. Nighttime, they were masters of themselves in their own room, where they could fart and sleep naked as they pleased, and eat whatever they could sneak out and buy. Or, if they were broke, confine themselves to whatever their Madam served them.…

  • Focus on now

    Focus on nowForget tomorrowYou have enough to eat todayIt’s enoughLet not an unborn tomorrowSap the joy out of your todayEven if all your resources are finishedYou have YouAnd that’s enoughBefore steel is molded into something newHeat must make it softFire must humble itBut in its humbled stateIts new form is birthedA new image emergesAnd if…

  • It will take time

    What is strengthIf one has never known weakness?What is freedomTo one who has never being oppressed?What is loyaltyTo one who has never been let down?What is unityWithout trying timesThat force people to collaborate?How good is a bondThat has never been tested?All these, lessons time teaches. SplendidThe things found in time’s houseIn time’s yardStrength, blossoming in…

  • Job interview

    Akwele was in so many WhatsApp groups. Nothing sensible ever came out of any of them. Only stupid messages. The goal for creating some of the groups was to remain in touch as coursemates after school, and perhaps help one another whenever possible with notifications of job openings, chances to further one’s education and financial…

  • Some days

    Some days I have nothing to saySome days I have no strengthTo push onSome days I’m confusedSome days I feel left behindSo many of my friendsSeem far aheadSome days I find so many things around meAnnoyingSome days I wonderIf I can make itTill the endSome days I have a line-upOf exciting thingsTo look forward toSome…

  • How it all started

    I cannot remember what day of the week it happened. All I remember was that I woke up that day with absolutely no idea how my day was going to turn out. I was in my room that morning, probably thinking of what to eat as breakfast.Then I had a call. It was Channel. A…

  • The Outcast (Page 32)

    I was young. Not only physically, but also mentally, and emotionally. A costly weakness. Diana was into me. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t read. Perhaps because she was about five years older than me, my little mind never interpreted what she did as love. I had no emotional intelligence to play along till my time…

  • I ask myself

    Sometimes I ask myselfIf the standards I setAre not too highWhy the troubleWaking earlyWorking hardTo get every agendaFor the day ticked? Why?When rivers are flowingNature is singingFriends are partyingAnd the world seems to be dancingAm I the odd one in the picture?I thoughtI reflectedAnd I realized what I missedBalanceWithout which the planetsFall apart

  • Travel

    TravelAnd marvelAt strange placesFull of people, pacingTracing their histories in nationsTheir great ancestors were once taken SeeAnd meetStories that hookYou to your seatMove you to unlearn truthsYou once held to your doom TravelAnd unravelWonders across bordersThat many never botherTo search, seek, dig, discoverMemories worth the sense of otherness

  • Tailor this cloth

    Imagine you spent an entire evening one Friday, helping with preparations for a key wedding the following day. The decorations and planning eat late into the night and you end up sleeping as late as 3:30am, only to be woken up at around 6am for the more tedious task of hosting the wedding. Imagine the…

  • This road is hard

    This road is hard It’s a test Of my own principles Who sent me To preach things I cannot practice And say things I lack the commitment To do? This road is rough And now that I take it I understand Why so many shun it I shall journey it And leave footprints Of one…

  • Not my Africa!

    It was at the reading room I first met him. I couldn’t help but stare. At the dreadlocks. Dirty, unusually bushy, on his tiny, skinny skull. He stood out. In his shabby clothes. A sharp contrast to the atmosphere of decency and order and respect in a room filled with serious students. I wondered what…

  • Bull’s Testicle

    Times were hard. It was the kind of difficulty that forced enemies to collaborate and thrive. My friend Desmond and his roommates frequently fought. But during tough times like these, no one had energy for quarrels. Initially, Desmond phoned his parents. They were tired of his constant complaints of not having money. “What happened to…

  • The Outcast (Page 31)

    One day I returned from school and discovered that we had a visitor. But this visitor was unlike the others we’ve seen so far. This guest seemed to be everywhere…in the kitchen, living room, even in the bedroom of the head of the house. Who could she be? Then I heard the teenager call her…

  • The Outcast (Page 30)

    My new house was a relatively quiet one. The only mouth that spoke there was the head of the family. He speaks all the time and when everywhere was quiet, you knew he wasn’t around. It was a house of a man, his wife, a little boy (his nephew) and a teenager ( his niece).…

  • The Outcast (Page 29)

    I still remember the first day I stepped into that house. It was a Sunday evening. We had finished taking supper and dad asked me to pack my belongings, he had spoken to an old friend and I could stay with his old friend to write my final exams. It would be just for a…

  • Players know

    Players knowThat out of every hundred shots takenAt least onehits the targetTo playersRejections are normalAnd losingIs nothing personalThey understandThat it’s part of the game

  • Take a deep breath

    Sometimes we try to read meanings into many things that happen to us. Oh, the unusual way we met that old friend? That must be a sign. Or the way an incident occurred thrice on the same date in three years, that is definitely a miracle. We think the way our name rhymes with that…

  • Rebuild

    I see themStudyingFor hours by a lanternLate into the nightMosquitoes hovering over their headsLike some angelic choirSinging lullabiesFor children determined To stay awake After the long toilAnd hard climbUp the educational ladderBehold their shining trophyOf unemployment And disillusionsAnd the constant strivingTo no progress Ah, the system But you and ICan recreate the systemThat inspires hardwork…

  • The last time we saw him

    They said it wasn’t his time. That the accident abruptly ended his young life, and great dreams. They said the incident wasn’t normal. That was why the night he was proclaimed dead, no one could sleep in his house, as an invisible hand scattered bowls and plates in the kitchen, opened and closed doors in…

  • The journey is a teacher

    While you’re searching for the smartest way to start, the most impressive way to make an entry into an industry, the right moment to strike, the best climate under which to cultivate new habits, the morality of a new move, someone has begun their journey all the same. Without luggage, without any guarantee of enough…

  • The Outcast (Page 28)

    It wasn’t long before our luxurious life in the city started dwindling. It started with our driver. They said he had attitude. Or perhaps our parents couldn’t afford keeping him any longer. What does it matter? The dog wasn’t liked. Did it matter what bad name he was given or what river he going to…

  • Drowsy fantasies

    The world is harshLife is toughIn the heat of the hustleThere’s always that longingFor some form of escapeFrom harsh realitiesI turn to musicMusic turns meTo my imaginationsAnd my imaginationsTurn me to myselfI reach deep insideAnd awaken drowsy fantasiesForetelling possibilitiesThat can grow into realitiesGiven the proper nurture

  • Moving poetry

    Sometimes I sit beforeA blank sheet, wonderingWhat to put downPerhaps emptiness tooIs poetryAnd a blank mindA powerful proseBut how many would seeThe beautyIf I left the pages blankI fearMy script might be misinterpretedAnd I myself, misunderstoodBut I am determined to paintMy thoughtsHowever darkHowever brightMy hands shall always beIn motionFor such motion createsMoving poetry

  • Negative Vibes

    I hear a knockI think it’s EnockI smell troubleI see him mumbleI touch my doorknobHesitating, as my heart throbsI feel negative vibesI know something is not right

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