the LIES we SPEAK

  In Sickness and in health For better or worse For richer, for poorer In good times and bad Until death, do us part… The lies we speak   I will roam the waters for you I will calm the raging seas too With you I am replete Without you, I will deplete… You are my…

She was Family

Though He slay me, I will trust Him How do we; imperfect humans, question the ways of a perfect God? We all dream of heaven and its beauty and splendour Yet the sting of losing a loved one to heaven is sometimes more than we can bear It is said that death lays its icy hands…

IGNORE me

Ignore me  Insomnia lurks at my doorstep  Dancing agbadza to my erratic heartbeat  Making a mockery of my inability to sleep When you yearn to close your eyes for but a moment  Sleep eludes you like English from the mouth of an illiterate Ignore me  I know not where my poetic antics proceed  It is…

I Run Into Your Arms

I run into your arms Wrap me in your arms For the times I took the law into my arms Left the sheep and joined the rams Like a tree plucked out of your farm Even though you sounded the alarm I turned a deaf ear and began to beat the devils’ drum I come…

the LiSt

She never saw the glitter in my eyes, Structured purposely for her beauty, She never saw all the time, I painfully sacrificed,  Just to be by her side.   I was placed on the third reserve, Whiles the owners of the game  Took turns to play All because she thought, secretly I never matched up…

the Sheep’s ShEpHeRd

He was my ‘spiritual father’ (come to think of it, who needed a spiritual father at age 13? I was in my world you see, an imagination so wild on a girl, so trusting was a major recipe for a series of nonsense ‘prophetic sessions’ with him. Daddy would never have approved of this ‘friendship’…

Teacher’s Pet

Karabo’s family moved to Ghana from South Africa when her father, a professor in Mathematics, took up an appointment as a Dean of the Math’s Faculty at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology in Kumasi. Karabo was but 3 years old when they arrived in Ghana thus, her world was carved around the…

Let it OUT!!!

Why do people tell stories? To send a message across, to right wrongs, to challenge the status quo, blah, blah… No, scratch that. Let’s start again. Sexual harassment in any form, whatsoever, must not be accepted as “normal”! It is never normal! It is amazing these days, isn’t it? How men and women would boldly rise…

Adam…

Daniel was 12 years old when Adam was born and even after 25 years, he could still recollect his brother’s shrill cries as a child in the hallway with his big brown eyes which stared at things with so much curiosity. Adam was the exact opposite of their father’s dreams; he had such a carefree…

Chaff Against the Wind ii Ep.10

Previously: “How could you do that to him Esi!” Nelly turned on her daughter the moment she felt the children were out of earshot. “You just bruised him. Telling his children he is their uncle.” “Mother, I know what I am doing. Please allow me.” “Allow you do what? Haven’t you hurt the poor man…

Chaff Against the Wind ii Ep.09

Previously: “Them, who is them? What is going on here?” an agitated Korkor asked her mother and grandmother. It seemed she and her brother was the topic for discussion but they were lost. Nelly smiled. This was a perfect opportunity to let the truth out. “Kids, meet Anthony, your…” “Uncle!” Jennifer blurted suddenly ———————————– Nelly…