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
I checked my Instagram and he had sent me a message, something about warning me since, and how shit had gotten real now or something funny like that. That wasn’t the interesting thing about the message really, he had used the Instagram stories feature, so the message? it was a video, of a room with … Continue reading The Cacophony of Breaking Mirrors; An Open Letter.
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.
So how do I put this? I had a dream we were together, I had a dream you were in bed with me, I had a dream we kissed. It felt new, and sensual and.... ,my heart wrapped itself around yours. It was slow, tinged on an uncertainty, as if, we both knew but didn't … Continue reading Everything Wrong : Everything! With this Magic.
Even as the sun sinks beneath two mountain peaks As certain to rise again as I am to be alive the day after tomorrow, I contemplate the could have beens that never was. So many of them, scattered in a history of high adrenaline conversations finally caving in to exhaustive hellos and how are you's … Continue reading On Another Could Have Been (A Soliloquy From the Third Perspective)
She parks her car in the middle of the road, it’s empty, it’s dawn, her dress flutters in the wind: I do, have something to say, I do not want to be, silent anymore I have watched, through clenched teeth and forced smiles As you come in and out, but I’m tired My life is … Continue reading Alvin Akuamoah’s Bridge Side Medley
Writers Note: I cant believe I wrote this, this is so raw, and sinful and yet somewhat relatable...which is interesting, because I wrote this. Based on a real-life conversation with a friend. I cant fault you on your madness, there's something wrong with all of us. I've got eyes for only you I swear, I don't … Continue reading A little TOo CoMplicateD.