Tag: Creative writing
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Village river
I remember the river in my village. It was on the outskirts of the village, behind stretches of thick bushes beyond which lied no man’s house. Our house was among the last leading out the village. From our house, you meet a shrine belonging to one uncle, and from the shrine was one old man’s…
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The streets of Accra
Why did she call? I contemplate while hurrying home, checking the time on my phone every now and then. Would be odd to have her arrive there ahead of me. Those roommates of mine, we are at loggerheads so they won’t bother to let me know someone came looking for me. In my direction is…
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The fallen grain
Old habitsDisguisedAs impulsive urgesIt’s the same old trapTo get you goingNowhere Grow upFirst attempts are always clumsy But stick to tryingDay by dayOne day you’ll look backAnd see how every attempt Was a step forward Even those that led to a fallIt’s a fallen grainThat has a chance of Being nurtured by the soilTo grow…
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The Outcast (Page 49)
I had no brother older than me to orient me properly on university life and how to properly place my steps to make the most of my student life on campus. So, I sat myself down. “This is a new environment and this is your first time in uni.” I told myself. I convinced myself…
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Gloomy night
I heard her. Splashing water into toilet seats. Kicking and knocking washroom doors to be sure no one was in there. Rolling mop buckets. I could smell the scent of detergents, and her grumbling. “So a human being really did this!” she blurted. I’ve always complained about the poor maintenance of the washrooms. Here was…
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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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Scent of fresh paint
The scent of fresh paint on house walls MemoriesOf fresh beginningsof moving into a new house A tipof the icebergOf a goldmineOf simple life pleasuresTaken for granted https://wp.me/p4GQQl-CXc
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The Outcast (Page 48)
The first time I saw the University of Ghana was the day I was headed to my high school to get further details about my admission. It was always the main entrance I saw, nothing more. Each time I passed by in a public transport, the main entrance was always all I saw, with people…
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Strangers
We sometimes dream of one day making great connections, friendships that are deeply rewarding or important business contacts. In our mind, that ideal some day will be perhaps our first trip on a plane to a new land, a special dinner or some miraculous coincidence. We may even fantasize that during such special days we…
Diary of a Wanderer 