Six was when I became conscious of my fear of darkness. It was palpable. You could touch it; all it took was seconds of darkness and there it would be. Papa tried hard to get me to not be so afraid but I just could not believe darkness bore nothing that could harm me. The … Continue reading Prompt: Window
i know a being with a broken spirit who lives in a tired body. everyday, with all the strength it has, it chants kibeng nyale! alela ben-m’ba misoe! and when the nanas hear and answer, it cowers in terror; not sure if they are truly worth it, if it is truly theirs and afraid that … Continue reading kibeng nyale! alela ben-m’ba misoe!
today you roam Nima you ooh and aah the whole time as you walk the somewhat busy streets. you see the famous spice market and take in all of her smells and sounds. you learn the names of spices used in meals you will never be confident or curious enough to make. you have your … Continue reading nima
it’s been 30 days since you sent the “Been thinking – you were probably right about earlier. About not being ready or not being made for each other. And I’d like to walk.” text and got back the vulcan salute emoji as response. 22 since you asked that they leave you be so you deal with … Continue reading how long until it no longer hurts?
i remember my 12th like it was only yesterday. there was so much chatter and laughter and food and drinks and constantly going back to the kitchen to make another batch of something or something entirely new for consumption. i know there were other people but i only remember being with my dad and doing … Continue reading “To easier days and plenty sunshine.”
your Ma calls you irresponsible often. she called you irresponsible a lot when you were an early teen and always left home without making your bed. she’s called you irresponsible several times for choosing sleep over food. she refuses to understand you are often exhausted and want uninterrupted sleep. the night you sat in your … Continue reading going away is resisting death.
Ouuuu… Where from all of these cobwebs? Yikes! *Goes to get a brush.* Whew. All done now. All good now. ***** Hello! Let’s pretend it hasn’t been 3 years since I last posted. Someone drew my attention to the fact that my last post was about death. I guess it’s safe to say this place … Continue reading 100 Things That Make Me Happy
It’s been 3 years since Auntie Melissa died. Three years and I still do not know how she died. Not that knowing will change the fact that she doesn’t live in these parts anymore but I really wanted to know how she left. Did she struggle? Did it happen while she was asleep? Was she … Continue reading GONE
Dear Kqwajo, I hear you’ve secured admission to pursue Culture & Tourism in KNUST. Mother says you are pissed that you didn’t get the Economics you really wanted. Dad took you to Aunt Harriet, she’s calmed you down and made the course pretty attractive, although you’re still not entirely convinced. I also hear you are pretty … Continue reading Dear Kqwajo
A week or two ago, I got a message from somebody I know from facebook. The person wanted to know what the nature of the Culture and Tourism program at KNUST is like. I told the person all I could tell him but thought that the experience is different for everybody so they were better … Continue reading Dear Bimba