When she is deceased and they discover the treasure-trove of her cardboard-bound pages, they will marvel at the complexity of her troubled thoughts and romanticize her state. They will put her in books. They will serve her in classrooms. They will glorify her genius and say the affliction was common with those of her kind. […]Read More When She Is Deceased
Yo. So. The last story I wrote was Institutionalized Addicts, back in March 2016. That’s right; it’s been almost a whole YEAR. But, as I’ve declared 2017 my writing-intensive year, we should be seeing more short stories, hopefully. If you’ve read any of my short stories before, please clear all expectations of what you expect this one […]Read More About My Not-Quite-Ex (A LONG short story)
You have a heart larger than the average man can handle; are more intense than any woman has ever been told she was. You are intimidating. Have you yet come to terms with how you will always give more than you receive? Because holding in love is a hazard to yourself. You lose […]Read More Reciprocation (So, Learn To Love Without Expectation)
You feel you are prone to losing your way. You are only confused because your eyes are too used to drifting. You will trip if you keep this up. You are a coherent unit. How will your feet know where to go without your eyes’ guidance? Face forward. No matter how many people are around you, remember […]Read More Your Journey Is No One Else’s. Face Forward.
[Hi – please, if you haven’t listened to Solitaire, my debut spoken word project, please go and do that and come back. Thanks.] I was madly nervous during the listening session. This was 2 weeks before Solitaire was due to drop. I had invited some of the coolest people in Accra that I knew and […]Read More Solitaire was a huge experiment…but apparently, it worked
A few minutes ago you were spilling it all with hardly a pause (but did you feel heard?) I start to speak and stop. I ask if you understand. Yes, you do. I start to speak and stop. I ask if you are still there. Yes, you are. The silence over the phone line is […]Read More So You Stopped Speaking.
I see the gorgeous in your broken I see the gold between your clay You are stronger than you were made And yet more prone to break I see the conflict in your identity And how you can’t be just one thing I see the gorgeous in your broken I see the gold between your […]Read More Kintsukuroi