PersonalWritings

  • Africa

    Tunisia: Mapping Out Tunis & Finding My Place

    It’s been almost a month since I moved to Tunis, and many folks have been asking about my initial impressions. My response: Tunis and I are still learning each other. And really, that’s what it is. For whatever reason, Tunis is hard to decipher. Besides the obvious preference for pink/fuchsia in interior decor (don’t ask), …

  • 2013: “It’s Taken Care Of!”

    For the past two or so days I have been trying to recollect 2012. To remember what happened. I know there were highs and lows, but for some reason those peaks and valleys weren’t as defined as those of latter years. How could I live through 2012 but not remember it in great detail? Did …

  • Unedited.

    Time check 6.34pm in Accra, Ghana. Pretty much every one of my colleagues has left for home and I sit here, somewhat immobile. It feels weird. I’m not paralyzed or anything of the sort, I just paused from work for a moment and realized how weird it feels to be sitting still and not necessarily …

  • Africa

    Tipakuna (Finally Home): GH Adaptation 101

    The very thought of having to adapt to the place one calls home is quite bizarre. But that’s exactly what I’m going through right now. Before heading back to Ghana I was both excited and apprehensive. Excited because I’d get to really spend time with family and friends and catch up after all these years. …

  • 2011: The “No-Resolution” Year

    To say that the new year rushed in is an understatement. I woke up one morning on Dec. 18 and the next thing I knew, it was 2011. Sure, being engrossed in the Young Women’s Knowledge and Leadership Institute (YOWLI) probably had something to do with my lack of awareness of time and space, but …

  • Poetry/Prose: Shape Shifters

    Inspired by the “harmonious” cohabitation of extreme poverty & opulent wealth and the people who cross that great divide They’re the ones who will be there to have a “good” time To rock the Prada, Armani and Luis Vuittons And when chanced with nii hao? They respond muy bien gracias, ca va bien and mangi …

  • Ramadan Special (Days 2-7): Let Go and Let God

    Before I start, just a quick ‘thank you’ to Moi for reminding me that I even intended to share my Ramadan experience/lessons on here. Like you said, God sometimes speaks through people :) Okay, back to the scheduled program. Days two through five of Ramadan have been filled with so many lessons, I’m surprised I …

  • Bittersweet: The “For(e)-bidden” Fruit

    First post in a month! It’s been a while coming and it’s finally here. Warm breeze playing softly on the nape of your neck, you gaze up enthralled.There it is. What you have longed for for eons on end; finally within your grasp.You take in the expanse of it all. The red-golden-green colors silently inviting …

  • Poetry/Prose: Dangerous Seduction

    When you first arrived in town, you’d asked, “Where are all the pretty lassies of this land?” Many names were delivered, but only two had stuck out: Avril and Soleil. “That Soleil is quite a feisty one, she is!” one guy said. “Pretty hot and tempting. No doubt, she’s definitely phat,” another added. “She would …

  • The Water Chronicles: Calabash Tears (Part 2)

    [Haven’t read part 1? Do so here]“This is all your fault!”someone hissed.  Jostled from her reverie, Amsatou looked up in confusion. She glanced at her young cousin to her left, who stared blankly back at her. Realizing that it was her other cousin who had spoken, Amsatou sighed deeply and looked to her right.  Leila’s face …

  • Poetry/Prose: Lyrics

    Another double (multiple?) entendre piece. Enjoy! — I’m in that mode again. You know, the one that only I can savor and others find irritating. I’m not trying to be anti-so[cial]. Far from it. I’m totally engrossed. In. YOU. Try as I might, I keep coming back to this place. If only to hear you …

  • Poetry/Prose – The Takeover

    Pitch dark. Either way you look at it, that’s all it is. Black, dark, uninteresting, uninspired.You move your head to the right and you might as well stay in your initial position, nothing’s changed. How ever did you come upon the depths of the Mariana trench? Professor A. certainly wasn’t kidding when he said it …

  • Poetry/Prose: Back To When

    To days when yes was yes, and no was no, and maybe made sense even when the month wasn’t May and there were no bees to be found. To the final run of teeth through school girl hair in anticipation of seven o’clock when cartoon network assumed its rightful place on GTV. To afternoons watching …

  • The Water Chronicles: Calabash Tears (Part 1)

    [Something I’ve been working on. I intended to use it for something else, but I feel like I’d rather share it with you guys! Everything in it’s own time. Dedicated to YOWLI 08ers! Thoughts appreciated. Enjoy!!] — Amsatou detested it. Not the weight of the aluminum bucket on her head after it was filled, or …

  • Poetry/Prose: Novelty

    Sweat trickling down her brow Skin pulsating as blood rushes through her veins Fluorescent light overhead; blinding, but all she can do is stare Somewhere in the distance, voices chattering “Is she okay?” “Breathe” “It won’t be long now” This is what death must feel like. Seconds later, in impressions of eternity The pain slashes …

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