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
The banging was loud, spaced out, mocking. It was deliberate: Had malice in each jolt it caused across the damp room. The minister stood against the curtain, shivering, half of his frame behind it as if not sure if he wanted to hide or see who his tormentors were. Behind the door, a woman’s voice … Continue reading The Grinning Goat in Headlights.
Trigger Warning: Child death, traffic accident, vivid description of violence When Nana Kwame died I avoided his mother like the plague. From the weeks leading up to the funeral, when I first found out about his death, I mourned my friend from home - some 100 steps from the brown gate that I had banged … Continue reading When Nana Kwame Died: A Story Half-Glazed in Fiction.
For you, because you deserve good things. Enyonam had a secret. A dirty secret she could not bear anyone ever finding out. She knew how it looked like more than she understood what it meant; but maybe that was the problem, that no one would ever really understand what it meant *to her. Enyonam spent … Continue reading Enyonam’s Secret
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