When Baawua, resident macho man and general troublemaker (in that order) finally gave his life to Christ, he expected the world would change to accommodate his new perspective on life. He anticipated a sudden ease in every hustle; the ephemeral peace that had at once taken over his heart when Pastor Ashimolo laid hands on … Continue reading What Baawua Gave to Jesus: Alias, The Body dier, Weak
He picked up his spectacles from on top the dresser and placing it firmly on his nose, turned to her. She drew the cigarette away from her lips, whistling a plume of smoke in his direction. Satisfaction played around the smirk on her lips. “And what are you so excited about?” She tongued the cigar … Continue reading As God does Punish.
Ursula’s light was usually on before anyone else’s at home. She woke early and bathed earlier than her parents, her two younger brothers, the neighbors. The glow of her windows held out as two white blots on a dark screen. Through the thick ambiance of dawn it remained that way, hours before anyone else woke … Continue reading The Biology of Affection
This is the last of the Ephemeral Twilight Series. You can read part 1 there: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light and part 2, here: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness For Disappointment, like a lover on her period. Penny lived in a gated community at Spintex, hidden at the sides of a long stretch of dirt road. It bore … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Myth of Plato’s Cave
This is Part 2 of a short story I posted on here a week ago. Click on this link to read it: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light He woke up naked in the sand, the squint of his eyelids slowly drawing his vision into focus. It was morning, dawn. He could tell from the grey darkness … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness
The drizzle blinded his windscreen, the frantic movement of the cars wipers doing little to help him see the uneven undulation of dirt road in front. Directing the wheel with one hand, he used the other to scroll through his phone for her number, the cars Bluetooth picked up the call. Outside, the rain fell … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light
He sat beside the window and waved her goodbye. She watched him leave, her head following the boneshaker till the cloud of smoke from its exhaust pipe slowly settled, leaving dust where the rickety bus once stood. In silence, she turned around towards whence she had come; through the ticket office, into a porch, then … Continue reading As You Are: My Husband, My Friend.
From the balcony, a chubby teenage girl in glasses noticed a blue van pull in through the rain. She put down the novel she had been so engrossed in but seconds before and took off her glasses. Downstairs she could hear her mom and dad rush outside, she watched as they placed an umbrella over … Continue reading Fat 2: Family Ties and Lost Love
This was my submission to the ADA open call for writers. I have always had an interest in the horror genre of film and recently began experimenting with some of its elements in my writing. Unfortunately my story was not picked; which is not surprising considering I still have a long way to go in … Continue reading Junior, My Boy (et dissimulas pecatta mea)
For Bernard, who came up with a wonderful title for something "I could write one day". I'm sorry its not a social commentary on youth trends and social yo yo. I hope this makes you smile though. It was a regular Friday evening when I met her. Music, alcohol and dance, I had chanced upon … Continue reading Ponks and the Skirts
Writers Note: There’s a fire in a pit, for some reason these are the first words that came out my brain when I opened word just now so that's what I will go with. There’s a fire in a pit ….. When there’s a fire in a pit my son what do you do? Do … Continue reading About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.
For Daasebre Dwamenah, who inspired the sadness inside me even before I knew what heartbreak was. Sing with the Angels, please. If the clouds darken and it thunders and you cant sleep When it rains and rains and the rain does not stop I will ignore my racing heart and walk through the rain So … Continue reading Rain, A Love Story