A Deliverance From Torments Transient

It was 3 a.m., the first time Abena came out of her two-week comma. She was as would be expected completely flustered. So much so, she made one swift motion of her head from left to right, then fell back against the pillow, into a dream state. The second time, it was afternoon. She opened […]

Here-There: The Death of the Otherman (Fin.)

For Miss Brown, a pseudonym, and the four hyenas who chased me into solitude. Read Part 1 – here and Part 2 – there “God gave me dreams, ones so vivid I would wake up tasting lips kissed in an otherworldly bliss, wishing I could live inside of my own head” – Kofi.Somuah There From […]

Ponks and the Skirts

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, frankly the spirits led me somewhere entirely different, and particularly less relevant. I hope this makes you smile though.  It was a regular Friday evening […]

About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.

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 […]

Rain, A Love Story

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 […]

Of Warriors Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Witch.

Writers Note:I miss writing, and its not often I feel this way.Many times I feel the opposite. Not a disdain for the creative process, a laziness towards it. I have ideas that have never seen fruition. Its interesting, in the end, most of my ideas never take form, the ones that do take form are the ones […]

Hard Times; a Metaphor to Being a Man

I am 30 years old and already my head balds, I wear trousers and a fading grey tee shirt, the shirt is not fading, the lettering of Columbia across its chest is. I sit inside my stall clocking in a few details before I leave, the ink to my bic pen is all the way […]