Poetry/Prose

        Poetry/Prose: Dirty Dancin’

        We danced. For months on end. The tango, the waltz, even salsa’d it up Amidst the swirling shadows, intoxicated by tune Daylight? T’was always the dark we craved Grinding against each other – wanting, denying, no sleeping tonight Heavy breaths in sync, bass tempo till light Staring. Breathing the other in.  Intimate, strange. Enveloped, conspiring; …

          Africa

          Poetry/Prose: Hybrid

          Grand plans. That’s what we had. Of where we’d end up, how we’d end up, when we’d end up. I mean, we said “let’s leave it to Allah, let’s wait and see”. But really, the levers in our mind had long clanked away. Breaking news: I will never be Ghanaian, African [insert whatever label] enough. …

                Poetry/Prose: P.S. I Love You

                Poetry finally chased me down and caught hold of me :) Inspired by the movie “P.S. I Love You.” Consider it a double entendre ;)—Hello again It’s been a long while I have seen so much, experienced so much Met people who reminded me of you Many times I’ve wanted to stay away for good …

                  Africa

                  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. …

                    A Short Script: Ti Pa Kuna | Coming Home (Tamale)

                    It’s been a whirlwind, yet priceless weekend of  BarCampGhana & GhanaDecides. Somehow, this pocket of solitude found me, and I’m having a bit of a moment. Just me and my long-lost friend Tamale (aided by Adele). Special thanks to the awesome BarCamp Tamale and GH Decides teams for getting me home :) — Photo Credit: …

                      Poetry/Prose: Identity & Other (Travel) Musings

                      The thing about embarking on a new experience – travel, project, idea, decision, dream, opportunity – is that you always uncover yourself anew. —“Why don’t you write anymore?”That’s the question that sent me running back here.The number of false-start posts I’ve had in the last two months are shameful to say the leastYou either go …

                        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 …

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