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      On Hair, Surrender and Growth

      It’s been 5 years since I did my first big chop – in the sense of “going natural”; I had short cuts throughout high school in Ghana – I’m only just really understanding my roots, what it needs, what is a no-no, the works. The first time, I didn’t really take care of my hair …

        We’ve Moved: The “New” Circumspecte.com

        “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ― Anais Nin For Circumspecte, that day has come: unveiling another layer of possibility I’ve spent the past year preparing for our transition from a blog to a full-fledged website. Photo Credit: …

          The Definition: Authenticity

            Tunis, November 2013 The memory is vivid, fresh. Cradling the phone in the middle of the night, listening to the dial tone, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. Waiting to deliver with finesse the speech prepared. About how this charade, this farce of a relationship, should continue, because the …

              Thoughts on the Exuberance of Youth

              For some time now I’ve been trying to find a word that describes the magic of youth – the unspoken energy that makes youth so fearless and non judgmental about themselves and their dreams. This morning I had a discussion with someone who has become a mirror of sorts for me; forcing me to look …

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                  Poetry/Prose: No Longer At Ease (WHY NOT?)

                  “Some [wo]men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.” – Robert Kennedy No longer at ease. With the can nots, the should nots, the do nots, the try nots… I’d rather stick with the why nots. At least those birth some answers to this knot-filled life. …

                      Poetry/Prose: A Million Falls

                      If only for the euphoria of picking myself up.Of putting back the pieces and dusting off the past.If only for the chance of the faintest sliver of hope in the darkest of hours.To be able to say, “That was then. This is now.”For just the weightless air in my lungs, I’d risk a million falls. …

                        Poetry/Prose: Atypical Love Affair

                        This is a piece that found me in the dead of night (3am). Originally typed it on my phone, and wonder of wonders, my screen froze and I lost the original. I have tried my best to recapture what I remember of the original piece, although, knowing what that one was, I doubt this comes …

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