Hello there. As you might have surmised from the title of this post, I have built an OTC blog. Its URL is akotowaaotc.wordpress.com and I have no doubt people are going to be getting confused because of how similar that URL is to this one. But ah well. The reason I built an OTC blog is… Continue reading I built an OTC blog.
Once upon a time, I used to fall silent because I felt like no-one was listening. I thought that if I could just make them pay attention, they'd finally see my point of view, and, without a doubt, understand everything I told them, down to the smallest detail. During this period, my silence was still… Continue reading Some Things Don’t Translate.
There are parts of being in love that are far from romantic. Like your lover dealing with hurt so deep it pierces your own chest. Understanding is never enough; intellect and sympathy are nearly powerless against pain. So you walk the line between desperation and helplessness, wishing more than anything that you could make problems… Continue reading The Hero I Am Not
Awakening is a journey that has taught me to interrogate my conscience, and why I feel inclined to apologize for everything I am and anything I feel. Sometimes, I carry myself like a black hole whose center resides where my heart should be, and my darkness stretches like shadows across the room. I speak to people… Continue reading I must save my apologies for when I am repentant.
Edem had breached her agreement. She was now suffering the consequences, paying her penalties through nausea, sweat and convulsions. She had already spent several hours going back and forth between her bed and her trash can, dry-heaving over the latter for minutes at a time. She felt like she was going to die. Whatever was… Continue reading Afordzi (A Short Story)
We have mastered the art of running, only to be transported to a world where flight is the norm. It has turned us into full-grown babies, grasping at the talons of our elders, the majestic eagles. As soon as we find ourselves suddenly airborne, we stutter and fall, betrayed by our own immature, half-formed wings.… Continue reading Conquer the Sky
People who are dying of thirst know that they need water to survive. That if they raise their voices to ask, someone may just bring it. We always assume those dying of thirst would like their thirst quenched. Sometimes, they would not. It is a curious thing, the mind of a person who does not… Continue reading We Will Not Pray For Ourselves.