Diary of a Wanderer

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  • 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

  • The Outcast (Page 27)

    On Monday, we started school. Our new driver drove us to school, but dad went with us to ensure that the teachers recognized us and allowed us into our various classrooms. Mom prepared some rice and beef stew. By now, we had new lunch boxes and she served us. We were to take the rice…

  • Earn your name with respect

    Earn your name with respectTurn your pain into successYearn for fame, not regretsTell your tales, they impressSet the pace for the rest When your face is depressedAnd your game is shatteredAnd your days are numberedAnd you’re labeled a bastardLearn the mistakes, start afresh https://wp.me/paf3ao-k7w

  • We harm ourselves

    We create our own problems. We sowed the seeds of what we’re harvesting today. We create mess for ourselves. And though we know that what we’re doing has terrible implications, we cannot stop the habit we’ve become accustomed to. It even seems fun destroying ourselves. But how long can we keep doing this? These days…

  • University students

    On our university campus, I can easily tell which level a student belongs to by his or her looks. First year students always look lost. They’re always asking for directions to various departments and hostels, even when they’re already standing at those places. Some can be seen staring at magnificent buildings on campus. Those ones…

  • The Outcast (Page 26)

    It was Sunday. I noticed everywhere I’ve lived that, Sundays were always different from the other days of the week. The weather was usually cool and calm. The roads were often empty or less busy. And many shops were closed. You find groups of families at restaurants, beaches or on the compound of their homes,…

  • Religious people

    I hate religious people. Oh, by “religious”, I mean people who have distorted perceptions of what their faith means. More specifically, I’m referring to Christians who still have a lot to learn about what true Christianity means. I give you specific examples. I once had roommates who were very religious. At dawn while I’m trying…

  • So much more

    A vast universeOf wonders and magicSo much to exploreSo much to devourWhy live a lifeSqueezed into a bottleWhen there’s so much spaceToWonderDanceSingEatImagineCreate As you stand at the shoreListening to seaside whispersCan you feel the inspirationTo be so much more?

  • Preaching is easy

    Preaching is easy. But living the sermon. Being an example of what we teach. That’s the difficulty. That’s the true test. Big talks are easy. You can make it. Aim high. No more excuses. Why tomorrow, why not now. Be disciplined… But people hear us louder when the results of principles we’ve put to test…

  • Excuses

    When times are tough, many things are hard to come by: money, loyal friends, encouragement. But one thing remains in abundance. Excuses. Excuses to not keep up reading books you planned to finish by the close of the year. Excuses to not keep up working out four times a week as scheduled. Excuses to divert…

  • Life humbles the young and foolish.

    I knew a lady who operated a bar right behind my window. “If you make a complaint at the police station, they will shut it down. It’s against the law to set up a noisy business where people live.” a friend told me one day when he came to visit. The landlord overheard him but…

  • The Outcast (Page 25)

    We were returning home in the car of dad’s friend who had done a lot in the background to make our admission into the new school a success. While the two engaged in chit-chat, I surveyed the neighborhood in which the school was situated. Burma Camp. The name of the vicinity. Soldiers lived there. An…

  • Marriage

    There was this relationship coach. She was very beautiful, friendly and highly resourceful. Her profound advice and rich experience in counseling couples helped save countless marriages. She guided many young people in making wise choices about their life partners, contributing immensely to their happiness and productivity in life. She has conducted surveys, written books, given…

  • They forget

    They say                                    you’re a failureYour friends are far ahead in lifeWhat have you to showfor all the investments made in you?You do wellin making excusesFor how your life turned out Failure. It’s what they call youBut,They forgotAs they always doThat a tree stump               grows new shootsThat a complicated plot      makes a storyrich, interesting, memorableThey do not knowThat…

  • An equal match

    This pull is strongLike the depths of the oceansOn the sinking TitanicBut, giving in is wrong It’s the old cage againIts familiarity and warmthMagnetic like the lure of a seductressBut, I remain blind to its baits I’ve chosen the narrow pathLong and uncertainTough as this journey may seemIt’ll find me an equal match

  • The Outcast (Page 24)

    My first day at school. I repeated the words slowly to myself, wondering exactly what it meant while staring at the foolscap sheet on my desk. Could it be the first day I started schooling as a child, or my first day in their school? It could not be the latter. I was trying to…

  • A lot has changed

    Giovanni, a lot has changed since you left. Mango Street is no more what it used to be. Remember the spot where Alima and Saada fought one New Year eve? We woke up one morning to find a thief lynched and tied to an electric pole there. We did not know how the whole incident…

  • The Outcast (Page 23)

    Back in my primary school in the northern part of the country, at the beginning of every academic year, there was always news of a close friend that had relocated to some big town or city with their parents. The relocations often happened so sudden that there was hardly time to say goodbye. I and…

  • A room with a unique view

    There are stages in life that feel so good that we are reluctant to advance. We have come a long way, and need some rest. We rationalize. Soon, the excuses we sow mature into good reasons to extend our stay. We do not realize how we have outgrown our new environment until moving on becomes…

  • The Outcast (Page 22)

    There was a digital clock in the bus. It told the time in red fonts. 1:15 Am. I had set off on this journey high on excitement. Now my tank was low. The journey to Accra was becoming longer than a journey to an illusion. “We are at Suhum….No….yes…say, fifteen to thirty minutes time we…

  • Emerge victorious

    I’ll pretend all is wellI’ll return to where I fellI’ll rehearse all I’ve learntI’ll recover all I’ve lostI’ll defend it with all I’ve got I’ll assemble all the meansI’ll discover all I can beI’ll travel wherever this path leadsI’ll be tagged notoriousI’ll emerge victorious

  • The Outcast (Page 21)

    As our bus left Pwalugu, the arid, scotchy north was growing dimmer in the driver’s mirror. We raced through stretches of desolated grasslands, meeting fewer and fewer cars, tractors and donkeys. Slowly, we were fading out of wastelands, the whirring of our bus tyres timing our progress. Occasionally, we bumped into police checkpoints. Sometimes, it…

  • Sophie

    Her job drives her nuts! She tries to keep calm, tries to act normal, tries to blend in with the others, but the cracks in the pretense are too visible. No wonder those who  worked there for over thirty years were tight friends with alcohol. At night, it’s hard to stay awake at work. And…

  • The Outcast (Page 20)

    I sat by the window. Drawing the curtains slightly, I caught the final glimpses of our town as the bus snaked around the station before landing on the highway. The STC station was a collection of nim trees with a shed under which tickets were sold, where passengers and visitors could sit. Behind the shed…

  • Spanish riddles

    Slowly, the argument over triflesDwindles, in its place, gigglesHe nibbles at her nippy nipplesShock waves of pleasure ripplesAs she recites Spanish riddles A break from the toil won’t foilThe climb, neither will it soilThe mind, never does it spoilThe grind, it can be deployedTo fight fatigue like an android

  • Knight fall

    At nightfall, the knight fellHumming a song wellKnown to sailorsKnitted into soothsayersBy unfortunate series of eventsBut an iroko can never be bentAnd so the knightRose and knifedThrough the stormy seasArriving at a harbor sealedIn fog, everyone breaks into tearsAs mariners turned masseursKnead his sore shouldersAnd sore cold ears

  • The Outcast (Page 19)

    Our cousin Pomaa lived with us. Mother felt Pomaa had grown too big to be kneaded into her perfect model of a good girl. So, she sent her away. We were going to the city and a lot of old things and old ways had to be left behind. Unknown to us, Pomaa did not…

  • The Outcast (Page 18)

    Whispers. I awoke. Sitting up, I looked around. The windows were open, cold winds ruffling the curtains. The lights were still on. Can’t remember when we dozed off. I rose to turn off the lights, and in the act caught a glimpse of the clock. 12:15am. The whispering must have been in my dreams. Or…

  • Unbroken streak

    The headlamp in the skydims, another day goes byAn unbroken streakThat’s outlived the strong and weak The next chance to trybeams, whether it lays so nighOr buried very deepThat’s for tomorrow to reveal The best tides to rideis sleep, in order to riseOne must sometimes kneelblushed in the harrowing ordeal https://wp.me/p4GQQl-AUR

  • Mission Impossible

    Sarah and Cliff. They’d only been apart for a week and Cliff already had a new woman hanging off his arm. The news was hard to swallow, but it came from a reliable gossip. Cliff must be out of his mind! We set off to his house to give him a piece of our mind.…

  • Pages flipping

    An album, pages flipping as its owner narrated the stories. Of how they met, when he proposed, how many times she turned him down even though she liked him, the games and finally the trophy, which is her ring she got for winning. “What about you, Paul”?“Me? ” I asked, stunned.” Yes! “” Tell us…

  • The Outcast (Page 17)

    Whatever invisible hand that was behind the mysterious incidents had an audacious motive: crush the head, render the rest of the body powerless. Our father was the breadwinner of the family. Mother did odd jobs to support, but the income was fickle. I and my siblings were still young, and even most of the extended…

  • Thank you, Pooja♥️

    Pooja, G. (Lifesfinewhine) has posted a piece of mine on her blog. I am deeply grateful to her for posting my piece. Here’s the link to the post: https://lifesfinewhine.ca/2024/10/11/keep-moving-a-motivational-guest-post/

  • Date

    She told a jokeAs she held up her cokeTo toastIt wasn’t funnyI raised my glass clumsilyAnd smiled, out of courtesy What is courtshipIf one cannot talk shitWithout burning a friendshipTo a crispTelling the truthAnd tight turns, in my hoodFeedback on cooked foodIs never done by the cook https://wp.me/p6HvcB-cbB

  • The Outcast (Page 16)

    We had a new headmaster, a retired district education officer. It seemed the most important lesson he’d learnt during his active years of service was that pupils ought to know hymns. “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild!…” he intoned. He sang it like it meant so much to him. I and my friend Karim would look…

  • Embracing the twists

    Yesterday was a party Today I retire to solitude And uncertainty Embracing it all with gratitude https://wp.me/p4GQQl-AHa

  • Missing cigarettes

    I used to steal from my father’s pack of cigarettes. I hid somewhere to smoke. I remember the sensation as smoke escaped my lips, into the air. It felt great. Especially the effect of the heat on the tongue. This went on for weeks. Little did I know that the old man was aware but…

  • The Outcast (Page 15)

    One day, I was in class seated beside the window, reading a book, when suddenly someone appeared behind the window. “Patrick! Patrick !” a voice whispered, slipping a little paper into my hand as I turned. It was a boy. Before I could open the paper to read its contents, he vanished. A love letter.…

  • Renewable marriage contract ( Published at The Writers Club)

    I am pleased to announce the publication of my fictional piece “Renewable marriage contract” by The Writers Club. I am deeply grateful to the Editor and the team at The Writers Club for showsasing my work. Here is the link to the story : https://greythoughts.info/clubpieces/renewal-marriage-contract

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