Silence

  • 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 …

  • Poetry/Prose: Brace Yourself

    When it’s this quiet, you know someone or something is up to no good.  Plotting and scheming and devising plans anew, all for the amusement of what it/they can do to you. It’s like an airplane ride.  You get on, make yourself comfortable, listen to the safety instructions – or not – and let your …