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Many people have written poems about death- with deep statements about appreciating life while you have it. This isn’t one of them. Besides we all know I am not a poet- I tell stories. It is just something that popped in my head after I saw this picture on Nana Kofi Acquah’s timeline. You should go and see his photo exhibition at Alliance Francaise- ‘Don’t call … Continue reading When I die
Inspired by a song I accidentally heard today.. Hey I almost called today To say I was sorry But I didn’t have the nerve to, Or maybe it was pride. I can’t tell the difference these days. I know I should have called earlier, But there were too many barriers- Your mother, our many differences, The things we both said to each other that I … Continue reading I almost called..
Inspired by an Instagram quote. I don’t think I want to imagine a time when I won’t be in love with you, or you with me. I will love you until I have become a part of you, and you of me, Until it is impossible to draw a line to show where you end and I begin, Because we will be two and yet … Continue reading Indelible
Based on an almost true story 🙂 I heard that you guys had broken up- you and Aboagye. It filled my heart with hope for a few seconds- until reality hit me. You see, the thing is, with you, I never even stood a chance. We are on two entirely different planets, you and I. Your legs have never been bitten by mosquitoes, whereas every … Continue reading I never stood a chance
The street hawker balances her basket of wares on top of the ‘No Hawking’ sign, while bargaining with a policeman about the price of whatever she is selling. That takes gut! She skillfully keeps her wares on top of her head, while weaving her way through the torrent of cars and avoiding the motorcycles that speed past them. That is called dexterity. He weathers … Continue reading The Street Hawker
For Akwasi and Mercy..
It is the night before our wedding- the night before the rest of our lives.
It has been a long road. I remember when we first met and how you thought I was a snob. I remember how excited I was at the thought of bumping into you on campus, at the very beginning. I remember when I asked you to take this step of faith with me and the dance I did in my heart when you said yes.
Yes, trotro mates have rights too!
I sleep in the back seat of my master’s trotro, so I would obviously be grumpy when I wake up. You think the trotro seats are uncomfortable to sit on? Try sleeping a whole night on one, coupled with the interference of those disrespectful mosquitoes.
He was one of those people who made you feel like you were the only person in the room. And considering the fact that he probably knew everyone else in the room, it made you feel even more special.