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…
Read MoreSet in Accra, Ghana – Zig Zag captures the story of a young artiste, Senior, caught in a web. He faces tough decisions where he must walk the road less taken or choose the obvious. His career as a saxophonist is on the line pending his final decision. Or is the decision really his to…
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Despair was very present. Mom just lay there – helpless. “Should we call in our resident priest sir?” said the nurse with what looked like pity in her eyes. “Who does this nurse think she is? Why does she allow pity creep through her soul, when she is just a mere witness to life’s unfair…
Read MoreAs 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…
Read More“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…
Read MoreA propagation of the truth will leave the scholarly in vagueness As to why a damsel in her 21st century still feels distress See that? Yes I’m tired of writing proper English To explain to you damsels how life tingles I mean, I owe know thing nothing Yet, today I sit, turning in this widening…
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