John Culatto - Vision of Hell “For God will bring every deed into judgement, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil” - Ecclesiastes 12:14 (S.02 Ep 09) Appiah’s grip tightened around his lover's neck, the surge of emotions inside his chest burning with every gurgle that escaped her quivering lips. Her hands … Continue reading FROM WHERE TO ETERNITY
It’s July 1st 2022. I am sitting beside my father in a not-so-rickety aeroplane, staring out the window at what looks like a million tiny ants. It’s deja vu all over again, as movie characters say. History repeating itself. After a year of pupillage, and another barely surviving as a junior associate, I am leaving … Continue reading From Tamale with Love: A Valedictory to Accra and (maybe) my Twilight Years as a Creative Writer
For you. I hope you're okay. We sat in silence for a long time, clouds of smoke escaping out the slightly open windows of my corolla. The blunt lay on my lap, dead, waiting to maybe be lighted again – I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I wanted to scream and cuss, and throw her … Continue reading High on Trauma: A Fake True Story
The first time I saw a Ghost I was seven. It was the waning hours of a needlessly flamboyant party my father had thrown for himself on my birthday, and I was slumped on the sofa, dog tired, looking out into space. While adults talked in tiny little circles around me, and my friends watched … Continue reading VISIONS
The old man walked leisurely along the edge of the beach; his eyes closed and his head drawn back against the puckered skin on his neck. To a degree, the scorching sun felt comforting on his face. It burnt bright against his skin, forcing a million coloured patterns to crisscross on the pitch-black canvas behind … Continue reading THE OLD MAN HAD A BEACH DAY: A METAPHOR ON TURNING 27.
Art Credit: Complicated Love by Azat Malikov Disclaimer: This story and all names, characters, and incidents portrayed herein are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings and products is intended or should be inferred. Hello guys, welcome to my WordPress channel. I wish I could say that I did not see … Continue reading ASSISTANT WHO WANTS TO CRY MORE THAN OGA EMBARASSES JUNIOR ASSISTANT FOR NO REASON.
I've been working on this story for many months now. It has gotten to that point where every sentence I read bores me to the point of exhaustion. Before I end up becoming so repulsed by my own work, I completely delete it from existence, I thought it wise to share on a public medium, … Continue reading A TERMAGANT DRINKS DOG MILK IN INSURUBI
. Every day the morning light bursts, The rays’ possessions flow from head to toes, Resurrecting you from lived dreams of days past, As you savour the seconds of slumber that last. Your unfolding mind consummates your awakening, With the growing legion of your numbing thoughts, Of an always that others can barely grasp, Like … Continue reading SHATTERED GLASS — poetjla
Inspired by the legendary songs of a bygone era. December 2000 I was straight out of Senior High School with plenty dreams and no intention of continuing to the university. First thing I did when the bus dropped me off in Accra was to leave my empty chop box and trunk at the station and … Continue reading 2001 – A “biography”
Before Christopher Adonteng Mensah became Chris Mensah, he was Christopher Adonteng. He embodied the name; wore it on his chest like a medal of dishonor, glistening every time he stepped out into society; ashamed of everything the people who called him by the name thought of the person behind the name, yet carrying on by … Continue reading Please and Thank you: A Necessary Essay on why Chris Mensah, not Christopher Adonteng.
In lucid dream, songbird sits atop tall tree overlooking all green forest. It coos and digs it’s beak inside itchy feathers, violently pecking till skin break. The bird grows mad in frustration; burrowing deeper than common sense allow. Tail flutters wildly behind contorted arch. It taste flesh (relief, sweet), blood, then bone. Minute feel like … Continue reading ITCHY SONG BIRD ON TOP OF TREE.
I like this story because like many things, it came unexpectedly, and left just as quickly. My father swears Adam was a feminist. The Biblical character; the one who fell asleep and “allowed” his woman wander free to frolick with snakes and strange creatures. He says it is a wonder Cain did not have 3 … Continue reading The Corruption