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
For me It was a sad day when Kuukua stopped talking to me. I called her phone many times, left voice messages and three essays inside her inbox. In the first, I was surprised, worried; in the second, I was angry, every word was capitalized, I think; in the third I was remorseful, desperate, … Continue reading Why Kuukua Left
Prologue: The brand new mission bus stood magnificently white underneath the neem tree, oblivious to the commotion of little bodies being shuffled in by a flustered nun. Sister Hazel picked the last of her Sunday-School pupils up and handed her to Brother Brown, checking around one last time to make sure no one had scampered … Continue reading All the Birds in the Sky
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
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 wired netting of her window she stared blankly at leaves collectively swaying to their own gentle rhythm. It was that time of day between 5 P.M and 6, where if you were not too caught up in traffic or closing shop or engaged in some activity that demanded a certain degree of your … Continue reading Between the Hours: A Boring Look, at a Tired Existence.
She stared at the fat blob in front of the mirror in disgust, that it moved when she moved, lifted its arm when she did hers annoyed her. Frustrated, she turned away from the mirror towards the closet, the phone rung downstairs. ”god damn it” Naked, she walked down the stairs with some reluctance, “this … Continue reading Fat #1 (the prologue of sorts)
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