FROM WHERE TO ETERNITY

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

From Tamale with Love: A Valedictory to Accra and (maybe) my Twilight Years as a Creative Writer

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

THE OLD MAN HAD A BEACH DAY: A METAPHOR ON TURNING 27.

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.

ASSISTANT WHO WANTS TO CRY MORE THAN OGA EMBARASSES JUNIOR ASSISTANT FOR NO REASON.

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.

Please and Thank you: A Necessary Essay on why Chris Mensah, not Christopher Adonteng.

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.

ITCHY SONG BIRD ON TOP OF TREE.

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.