On Female Independence and the Power of Helplessness.

The second episode of ‘Behold The Natives!’ is out. In this episode, we explore why there was an outcry over Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s comments over Hilary Clinton’s Twitter Bio. As well as the backlash against Moesha Boduong’s honest revelations about being a girlfriend to one of Ghana’s married men. And how she let Christine Amanpour…

For Men Who Use Logic To Ruin Lives.

You take a lot For granted Because You have a lot to take For granted.   Options, choices, possibilities, Present themselves And with greedy hands Like tentacles You grab To live out Multiple lies.   I come from a man like you Faithfully backed by Logical sounding reasons Echoes of fair judgement With pale imprints…

Behold The Natives!

Today is an exciting day because I am venturing into the unknown! So this is the thing. Everytime I have an issue in my heart that I want to blog about, I end up abandoning it all together because it seems by the time I am done critically examining the issue, the blog post might…

Dear God, Are You Mad?

Heavenly Father, Once again, I come to you with an un-understandable question. So the other day, while walking under a clear blue sky, golden sun rays bathing and activating the full potential of my melanin; I got stopped by a concerned elderly lady. She felt I was putting myself at risk and only inviting trouble…

Why I Constantly Do Stupid Things.

Every time I am asked about my life choices and decisions, and why they don’t seem to align with what is seemingly wise or acceptable; I always lack the words to express my reasons and my vocabulary suddenly seems limited. And so I had taken to blaming genetics and my nomadic ancestry by an extended…

The Beauty That Is Luke Cage

Not long ago, I shared a Keke Napep (Rickshaw/ Tuk Tuk/ My main source of transportation and inspiration) with two of the most unpleasant human beings I have ever encountered. I was on my way to a wedding on the outskirts of town. Baffling as it was, it didn’t occur to these two people that…

Tales From Behind A Dusty Window

via Daily Prompt: Quill This is a story that will be well told, I know it; but a sadness engulfs me because I will never know it. There is a distance and space between me and the writer, a barricade of tar and gravel that I am not allowed to cross. A unseen boundary that…

Mornings

via Daily Prompt: Tether To be awake: is to be hooked to the sounds of the day, to the visions and images that unfold through the wandering of the body through the spaces it inhabits. To be awake: is to be upright, steady and motivated into searching for the passages that direct the purpose of…

This Thing Called Love

For two mother loving long years, I tried to write a love story. This is something I subconsciously avoided since I started writing. And as it is with one’s fears, to overcome it, I had to start at why. Only I didn’t because… One freezing night, feeling delusional and inspired; I switched on my computer…

Open Letter To My Father

Originally posted on Forward With Faltering Steps:
Dear Dad, This letter is an act of remembering. I think of you as a person thinks of a sweet scent that he has smelled briefly only once and  yearns for because he will never smell it again. All I am left with are weak traces of what…