Category: Classic
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Believe whatever you like
Believe whatever you like. Time will test your convictions. Makes me wonder why we waste time advising and cautioning people. If their character, attitude, perspectives, resolve, or new path is a good or bad choice, time will tell. Perhaps the fact that time tests everything (buildings, rocks, mountains, love, hearts, loyalty, fashion, revolutions, empires, kingdoms,…
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Everything matters
I used to think of waiting till I am excellent at what I do before I begin, waiting to be perfect,waiting for the perfect conditions. I didn’t know perfection is a lifelong journey that only begins when we decide to start unprepared. I used to underrate the things I did. They seem to not have…
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The crash
A military helicopter crashed in my country recently, killing all 8 people on board. My first thoughts were “What was going through the minds of those on board as they walked into the helicopter?“ Did they sense it coming? Did any of them feel the need to step back and say they wouldn’t go but…
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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Barren Hills
She squeezes a note into his palmsI watch, wondering how he feelsScrubbing dirt to make ends meetI see the humiliation in his eyesAs he adjusts his cap to block off sunshineAnd prying eyes It’s a stageAnd not a fateOne faltering step after anotherThe financial cripple gathers courageTo wobble and finally walk To earn one’s name…
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Silence and tears
The prayer groundsWere not out of boundsTo anyone or anything, including snakesThat had come to prey Haven’t prayed in a long whileAnd as the thick jaws of hard timesClose in on meI head towards the mango treesUnder which we prayedAn isolated forest far away A silent bird perched in the cold drizzleAllowing its posture and…
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Blank sheet
Some days I don’t know if I am moving forward or standing still Don’t know if it’s worth pushing or best giving up Inspired some days and some other days, I just don’t know what to believe. Maybe this too shall pass. Tonight my mind is a blank sheet. Perhaps, a blank sheet too is…
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Another day
Nervous. Tensed. As I prepare for class. The truth, I haven’t read ahead of the class. It’s a discussion and I wonder what contribution I can offer. This is a small class. If you’re not prepared, it will be obvious to everyone. A word of prayer is all I could say, and hope for the…
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Rich mineral deposits within
It’s a world of abundanceAnd I couldn’t see The riches I soughtWere all within me The more I press towards my limitsThe quicker the mirage vanishesHow sad the little territory I was content with Email: Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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Potential
Didn’t know I had so much potential Till I started pushing myself To the limits It was hard at first But consistency lessened the burden Makes me wonder Just how many untapped reserves of creativity Are sleeping within Thanks to procrastination And unwillingness to break the limits Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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The Communion
Majitey suggested it first. No one thought of it as a possibility although a few members of the board heard of it as a joke by one Nigerian comedian. Make the Lord’s Supper a full meal. Sounded funny and absurd. They all thought Majitey was joking when he mentioned it. But he wasn’t smiling while…
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Fascinating science
Mother came back from a hospital checkupShe said the white man is a wonderFor with a machine she knew not its nameThe doctor looked into her wombAnd saw all the babies she was going to have! The current one, and the rest to come years laterWe were stunnedHow could this be?Amazing the things happening in…
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Love finds you
She said love finds you. Perhaps it hasn’t found her, worthy, yet. We didn’t know why she wasn’t married, yet, at her age. We dare not ask. She wasn’t the approachable type. Besides, we wanted to live long. Didn’t want any tigress pouncing on our young lives. She was well advanced in years. And we…
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The world doesn’t pity the poor
The sun was scotchy, and as its heat intensified, so did my fatigue and hunger. I doubled my steps, my mind working out shops to pass by and what to purchase so I wouldn’t get home and regret purchases that should have been made. Occasionally I would turn to be sure some reckless driver wasn’t…
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Many unread chapters
Hard, wooden faceYou tell me moving stories I’m not moved MotionlessEmotionlessLike a treeIt’s not that I’m toughOr heartlessI’ve cried so many timesNow tears don’t comeEven when they’re supposed toI’m not bitterI’m gratefulTo God for all the trying times enduredSome show gratitude to GodThe instant He does something for themI like to keep my gratitudeChopping it into…
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Trouble, brewing
He did not say it, but it was written all over him. If the visitor pushed, Marlon would break from the mother church. The Archbishop was ill and this was not a good time to stir up trouble. There were already rumors that after the Archbishop dies, the church would split. There was a lot…
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Shame
The children were all looking beautiful. Even though it was a competition, the children were all happy to see one another, exchanging friendly glances and giggles. To them, it was just one of their usual fun times. To the adults, this was a warfare they were all determined to use any means possible to win.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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?
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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…
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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…
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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
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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
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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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…
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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
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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…
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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
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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…
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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
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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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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…
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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
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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…
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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).…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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
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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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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…
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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,…
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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?
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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…
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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…
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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
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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
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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…
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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…
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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
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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…
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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…
Diary of a Wanderer 