Category: Classic
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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.…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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?
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Seasons are time-bound
Green fields, despite droughtsFields green entire townsDream big, despite doubtsBig dreams invite tauntsThis wound is time-boundSeasons are time-bound
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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…
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