Picture by Saatchi Art Victims upon victims everywhere you look, Silencers going off in the distance, A stark contrast between peace and war, With anything but quietude, warnings fallen on deaf ears, and the bodies that lay only sent a thousand chills down my spine, It became impossible to look away, and like a derailing…… Continue reading VICTIMS
Water Water
When you see the careless abandon of the waves of the sea, How they write their secrets as they crash into the shore, But draw away quickly when you run towards them, When they come crashing back, it feels soft, welcoming and complete when they touch your feet, But then you learn a lesson or…… Continue reading Water Water
Touchy Feely
In some kind of noise I lost my name, my identity and my sense of self, In the dark I clawed at any and all hope, Something I had never done before, But something in me, a bridge of maybe, a bitter-sweet sundown, made all the difference, It pushed me more, like a dim, humming…… Continue reading Touchy Feely
Somedays
Somedays, I wish to be like everyone else.No need to be strong and accountable.No need to keep pushing, always putting my best foot forward. But I understand my assignment too well.And that understanding takes away my wants… I cannot just be. I know I must pay the price for not being born with a silver spoon.I…… Continue reading Somedays
YESTERYEARS
I remember fondly the yesteryears, My head buried in a Francis Selormey piece or an Enid Blyton prose, I talk about this all the time, The distinct smell of the pages as they turned, The unmistakable crinkling sound of the polythene they came wrapped in, Talk about a good read, a Nancy Drew or a…… Continue reading YESTERYEARS
GROUND ZERO
Finding time to throw in the towel, But never seeming to get there, I found myself needing even more time, Seeing as these butterflies won’t go away on their own, They need some coaxing, a little telling-off, But for now they have made my stomach a permanent home, Paying mortgage in cash and kindly telling…… Continue reading GROUND ZERO
Humble Beginnings
Growing up in Aburi, I loved getting my hands dirty; by that, I mean backyard farming. My favourite uncle was both a farmer and a craftsman. Many days, my cousins and I would accompany him to the farm. He reared chickens at our family house, and I even got to name a few of them.…… Continue reading Humble Beginnings
CONSISTENCY.
Consistency is a word we hear a lot—from coaches, mentors, and motivational speakers. But what many don’t tell you about consistency is this: Consistency starts internally. It begins with your thoughts, shows up in your words, and must be proven by your actions. Consistency is painful. Showing up on days you don’t feel motivated is…… Continue reading CONSISTENCY.
CLAUDETTE
Bright lights, cold nights, my remedy for peace, The whirring ceiling fan, The purring of my tabby Stan, The constant hum of the dryer, The mental affirmations that seemed to cease, All of these happening at once, Pardon my absence, But, You missed my essence, And my paucity got to you, Do not worry though,…… Continue reading CLAUDETTE
(Un) Surety
Let me morph into a butterfly, spread my wings and fly, I find myself dimming my light so that yours will shine, I’ve been here all your life watching your crying game, When sanity walked out, things have just not been the same, We were bound by time, with no direction, And the timepiece that…… Continue reading (Un) Surety
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