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Ahwenepa

It begins with a dream. It’s early morning and Maame guides me by the hand through a dense forest. With every step through the soft foliage of dead leaves and darkened earth beneath our feet, darkness gives way to light. I look up at the sunrise and my steps slowly fade behind hers. The tall trees feel like a safe shelter from the rest of the world. The light peeps through the branches and…

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I love you with my life, Madam

Art Credit: Dogwood Alliance, Why Dead Trees Matter More than You Think Thick red oozes from these poresI cry Tetanus swivels up these veinsI cry Christ, am I?Dying or is this lifeSufficeTo say that I’m failing … waning, deep into the black My heart, achingMy mind, churningMy eyes, a waterfallMy god, a metaphorWe’re failing … Waning … deep into the black I miss you, Miss MadamCan’t see you,…

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Unease and Petulance under the Hand of Time// Stay, Don't Go

In a tragedy as old as time, man stands before woman, having lost access to everything he took for granted, and begs her take him back. Woman is adamant, she has been through the worst of it. Suffered alone, out loud and then in silence, having made peace with man’s disposition to destroy things. Man is insistent, his own suffering has festered, slowly boiling until a charred black. The stove…

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To Lay Quiet and Still Under the Hands of Time

Art: Memory and Time, Amy Baker 2020 The rounded clock on Kobby’s phone read 2:49 am when he woke up. Groggily, he raised a palm against the bright fluorescent bulb above him and struggled to sit up as he tried to put his thoughts together.  Where was he? Sunyani. His apartment. His bedroom. Why did he feel like shit? Kobby glanced around. The dirty ashtray next to his musty, browning pillow…

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My Best friend (For Real)

Damn, I wish I had a friend like me Call me up at 10:30, tell me all about Brie She said she dont want me no more, Oh-oh, that whore… She’s stupid, doesn’t know what she’s missing Pick yourself up, love’s a setup, And so on, and so on And I wish I, Could always count of me, listen to all my dirty secrets, and be judgement free. Never feel like it’s too much, to speak honestly What I…

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The World is full of Bad and We are all alone (anyway).

In utopian society, society comprises just one. Without the politics of performance or the labour of judgement. I sit in naked solitude in green forest without master. God is an absent father and loneliness is depthless without the expectation. The world is full of bad. Money runs everything and people will do anything. The world is full of bad. We are only good when we are alone. I saw the…

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KWASIA: ATTEMPTING TO WRITE A STORY WHILE SLIGHTLY INIBRIATED

For him, the mission was always simple: Beat the shit out of him or get beat up. There was no in-between. Someone was going to get fucked up. He tied a bandana around his head and did like 5 pushups, grunting and heaving the whole time. He felt ready. Strong. He posed in front of the mirror when he was done and nodded to himself. “Champion”. On the other part of town, his opponent sat in an…

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Excerpt of my Unrealised Vision for "Madam High Heel"

Somewhere between 2017 and 2018, way before the two-part Nigerian Netflix film Madam Koi Koi was released, I had a vision for a film centred around the legend. In Ghana, Madam Koi Koi, the spirit entity that notoriously haunts schools is widely referred to as Madam High Heel – Aptly named after the clicks of her red shoes that are said to portend her arrival. I started work on the story, worked…

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On the Futility of Clocks and the Fragility of Conscience

Undeterred by indignation, the past is always present It was, so we become Every tick follows a tock A mirror to experience, a reflection that shadows Tailed to footprint, forward, sideways and still.  *** In every emphatic I am A multitude of seconds passed collide A conglomeration of time in total The unpleasant, cherished and benign *** This skeleton dug through wood with its…

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White Collar Brother

The Corporate creative White Collar, blue tie, the pen and his patience Hoping for a breakthrough on a one day but too tired Too slumped, too dull, the spine arcs in two parts This juice can Squeeze and dump, But, ahh.. it’s never green enough Dreams are fantasies when office cubicles feel like prison doors to the mental Physically I aint fit to do nothing but sink deep E.R. E.R. I’m…

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ON THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN GOD AND MAN

For Me I woke up this morning thinking of how sweet the name of Jesus is. The idea of God, made accessible through a perfect Christ – died on the cross to rid us of all our sins. Loving us despite our many iniquities. There for us in our lowliest moments. Ready to hoist us up when we fall. And then, how incorrigible the nature of man is; to corrupt and bend the best of things to our own selfish…

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Kofi's loose tooth has finally fallen out, and as per tradition, he's expecting a few pesewas under his pillow. There's only one problem though; the tooth is nowhere to be found!

You would be surprised at the things my brother used to get red hot about when we were younger, and even more surprised how quickly he would calm down after a tantrum – sometimes right in the middle of it, as if having forgotten what he was mad about in the first place. 

There was that one time he “misplaced” his tooth...

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A criminal tries to escape the shadows of his macabre past....

Appiah’s grip tightened around his lover’s neck, the surge of emotions inside his chest burning with every gurgle that escaped her quivering lips. Her hands slapped and clawed at his shoulders and chest; tears coursing down into her mouth as she desperately struggled to breathe. He did not let go until her flailing hands dropped lifelessly to her sides and her body jerked to a pause, becoming forever still; the terror in her eyes a permanent frame on her comatose face.

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Lorlornu trudged behind his older brother in silence as they navigated their way through the thorny bushes. The moon, a glowing yellow light, loomed large over the two men as they brushed deviant leaves and shrubs aside and made their way through the forest. 

As he had done his entire life, Lorlornu masked his fear by following behind his brother’s more assertive steps...

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Mary had just turned 15 years old when her parents called her into their dinky room one Saturday evening and informed her that she would be leaving for the city to help “Aunty Martha” with her new baby.  The announcement was short and incisive. It was not a request...