For Kelvin Agyapong, Thank you. The whole drive to his place, she had rehearsed what she was going to say. Over and over again. Every pause, every gesticulation, anticipated every response – except this one. He sunk deeper into the couch, his eyes completely focused on the T.V. screen. Occasionally he would stick out a … Continue reading Dick Whipped: A True Kwam Story
He lay flat out on his bed, a hand behind his head, the other inside his boxers, gently cupping at his testicles. His fan spelt “SONYO” instead of “SANYO”. It was a faux brand, an imitation. He thought of all of the times he had slept directly underneath it, even now; how easily it could … Continue reading Sonyo Sanyo
A part of my own existential crisis since hitting the “growing up phase” full time has been meeting kindred spirits that relate to the frustration of just existing in your 20’s. On more than one occasion, these spirits have borne burdens larger than I can think to carry myself, and survived them somehow in extraordinary … Continue reading Long Night’s Journey into Day: As Written and Directed by Hikuto Sensei.
Kindly disregard in 2 days...For all our sakes. This evening I realised I have been spending so much time trying to achieve what I perceive as happiness that I have not noticed at all how unhappy I actually am. I have been doing the things I think I am supposed to do: forcing myself into … Continue reading How I’ve Been: A Rant After a Minor Existential Inconvenience Followed Closely by Strenuous Overthinking.
Was considering sending this for one of those writer's competition things but never got round to it. I didn't like it enough. Came across it today (somewhat by accident) and decided I might as well share it on my WordPress. Here you go. P.S. The theme was something around telling the African Story in a … Continue reading On Telling the African Story…
You would be surprised the things my brother used to get red hot about when we were younger, and even more surprised how quickly he would calm down after a tantrum – sometimes right in the middle of it, as if having forgot what he was mad about in the first place. There was that … Continue reading When Kofi Lost his Tooth
It was a dark silhouette in fine sand, a vision masked by a haze of tiny stones carried along by a violent sand storm. I wouldn’t have seen it, I almost didn’t, but Rasheed held me by the hand and pointed to the eye of the storm. “Allah subhanahu wa ta’Ala – Do you see … Continue reading Finding Nirvana: A Metaphor on Many Things
Thursdays are for thirst-traps lol. My Gambian journey has been so ... interesting/entertaining/draining/seep full of experiences? But that's a story for another day lol. Today, I feature the work of one of the coolest people I've been privileged to meet during my short stay here. Here's Miss D.S. Lee's DS08. Clink, clatter! An assembly of … Continue reading DS 08: On A Water Dance of the Sexual Kind
Should his life have ended any sooner than it did, Sule was convinced he would have been a happier ghost. Something about all the screaming and forlorn expressions and that wheezing sound he now realised had been his breathing had carried on with him into the afterlife. Too much time was spent realising he was … Continue reading Before Sule Went to Heaven
Around 11 P.M yesterday, on my way back home from *****, my mind drifted to my grandmother. I remembered all of the things I should have when she died and in the backseat of a taxi - in all of the quiet and discomfort - I cried all of the tears I should have cried … Continue reading Fleeting: The Translucent Ghosts of Memories Past.
Prologue There’s drumming and dancing as the Kankurang makes his way through the town. He holds a cutlass in each hand, occasionally drawing them against each other and then across the floor. His body is a consistent vibration, the hairs on his costume bob with every step. The drum beats increase in tempo and he … Continue reading FAN FICTION: THE REVENGE ON KANTANKA (ALIAS, THE KANKURANG OF VIOLENCE)
Sedem squirmed in his seat the umpteenth time that afternoon, trying to take his focus off the unpleasant thoughts that stirred inside his head and focus on the traffic ahead instead. The cars were slow moving, the sun was simmering hot, and he was unhappy. Very unhappy. What exactly at however, he couldn’t quite place … Continue reading Djon – The Intriguing Romance of Akua from Reception.