The lights are off in my room. I lay in my bed with my duvet covering just my legs from the waist down. I am naked. Waist up, I have on my over sized dashiki. With my head on my arm, I type this text. The breeze in my room is just right. I am sure you are wondering the intent of this random. … Continue reading Midnight Candid
What happens at dawn? Do you not wonder? When sleep shifts from 5th to 3rd. Ignore the 4th For forth comes the lazy 2nd. Till you land on the 1st – gear of sleep The 1st person to wake. Mama Akos. The sound and strength of her short broom against the hard concrete floor. Like that of GTV at the end of its transmission. Its … Continue reading What Happens At Dawn
As I lay my head to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Poetry is not dead. They said. Why should I waste my time then? To dive deep into my sea-of-thoughts And row my words to the shore of human intellect. Adding up long winded nonsense of grammatical word play. To what end? So you think – Poetry is not dead? Poetry … Continue reading Poetry Is Not Dead.
“If you go away on a summer’s day You might as well take the sun away” Words I recount as I sit at bay Wondering, how her memory still fills this day It was just yesterday that we swung and swayed Now 3 years past, since you went back to Clay. How life and death cheated us without play Now you have left us on … Continue reading An Ode to Her Memory
He heard a loud shriek down below Down, down, down below Was that normal, was it normal? Slowly he got off the bed, took one more glance At his people. Then came the dreaded walk down below Down, down, down below Each step and each stair – a creek, a shriek, a sneak… On he went “Pearls clutched” – his heart – a race … Continue reading The Staircase that leads Down Below.
THE BARBER SHOP Characters Barber 1 – Master and kiosk owner Barber 2 Barber 3 Koku Segbefia – store cleaner and squatter Two old men Orange seller Random passers-by The scene is set in a barber shop (kiosk) in Taifa, a suburb in the Greater Accra Region of Ghana. Two old men play a game of cards right outside the kiosk. An orange … Continue reading THAT KIOSK
“Mommy, why do we live in a classroom” she said. Mommy looked her dead in the eye. She was dead? “No I am not dead”, she said to herself. “My daughter, we live here only because I want you to know The classroom is the best home for a child So make mommy proud And move from class to class Until you get to the … Continue reading You Will Be Fine…
Kente A symbol of Royalty, the Kente cloth has held prominence among the people of Ghana for a very long time. Ghanaians should be grateful to me and my family, the Ananses, for gifting them with such a great national treasure. Do you think what I am saying is just noise? (Eyeballs innocent writer) Ask the Asantes. Let them tell you about how Ota Karaban … Continue reading THE ANANSES: CHRONICLES OF SISTER AMA
REVELATIONS It was particularly humid; the kind which kept you tossing and turning in your bed. Foolish I, thought opting for the floor that night would help my situation. Disappointment greeted me in my stride. I changed positions about a hundred times on that cursed heated floor. I curled, twirled, posed and bowed. But none of these positions calmed the discomfort. I guess it was … Continue reading RED LUNAR
Genesis The candle light flickered rhythmically to its own music. Left – right – right – dead center – taller – shorter – then normal again. Its dance was that of mystic awe. Intricately lined on the window seal, it served its purpose. Certainly not the only thing of interest in the room, one couldn’t help but notice the stillness in the air. It was … Continue reading RED LUNAR