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The meeting
He said his illness and what he had gone through as a result were so terrible that his prayer to God was that not even his worse enemy would go through such humiliation.I glanced at him and the other man who had now taken a broom and was sweeping the dusty yard converted into a mini parking lot, refuse dump and an open washroom …all in one.Such a humble plea, I thought. That God should save one’s…
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Masked Masses
Image by Vincent M.A This week, I was honored to be chosen as Poet of the Week for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly hosted by David. Special thanks to Sally for nominating me. Here is my take on the prompt : the room heaves with my sighsits walls browning from the stewing solitudeas I listen harder pass the noise outsideI hear the familiar footsteps of lonelinessreturning to its old…
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The road to Damascus -page 10
Make-up is a constant reminder that perfection is temporary. And that the true self always comes with imperfections. Against my will, a storm is rising. Bent on finding my weakness. She’s told me she’s visiting. To stay at my end for a few days. How do I explain to her that things have changed? I’m in a relationship now and besides, it’s not a good time of the month to host a visitor.…
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The awakening
A newborn baby is like one who wakes up from a dream that’s forbidden to be remembered. And all around the baby throughout infancy are many people screaming, like in some inferno. The baby joins in, until somewhere in their teen years they begin to wonder what meaning the motions carry? Why the shouting? To what purpose? What has the screams achieved? Over the years, the young child learns…
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The road to Damascus -page 9
I now understand why rich people live in quiet neighborhoods and the masses live in noisy environments. To be rich, one has to think. And a noisy environment isn’t conducive to quality critical thinking that brings progress. A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end where everything ties up neatly together. But how often in life do mysteries get unraveled ? And if stories must reflect…
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The scent of herbs
Image by Salim Da returning home on foot after workthrough a shortcut behind housespoorly plannedbumped into a lady burning weedafter sweeping her backyardthe scent of herbs reminds meof my childhoodwhen I used to follow dad to the farmmy happiest moments were in the afternoonswhen we paused for the lunchof roasted yam with agushi stewA mouse or two hovering over hot coalsfrom their long polesas…
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the multitude's departure
same silence that healscan also hurtsame darkness that shieldscan also flareshifting phases require fixing gazes on sifting facesto find the good in the uglythat waywhen the multitude’s departurecasts a lot on our fatelike the moon, every phasewill be a journey through silencethrough darkness through solitude to wholenesshttps://wp.me/paf3ao-nsU
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Run with the Sun
Image by Eyüb Belen athletethe uncovered miles, they lie withinwaitinglike the oak tree in an acorn the road callslet your uniqueness answer the dreams beating in your bloodthey refuse to diethey are rebellingcoagulating into fatrendering you sluggish the road callsriserun with the sunburn everything withinthat’s overshadowing your glowfor you’re a source of light
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Think of fathers
the pupil is convinced she’s readyfor the test, exam, graduationbut the teacher sees through her confidenceand spots many things she’s still got to learn it’s the instincts of a child to always feel readybut the adult teacher staresat her readiness and sees naivity but a child’s ignorance isn’t always a bad thingfor to navigate through certain spheres of lifethe wise must sometimes act ignorant…
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Interactions with a book -8
I just started reading the book “Expanding job opportunities in Ghana” by Maddalena Honorati and Sarah Johansson de Silva. From the little I have gathered so far, it promises to be an interesting read. In the overview, a few statements catch my attention: -“Ghana was, until very recently, a success story on the African continent,achieving high and sustained growth and impressive poverty…
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The road to Damascus -page 8
It’s Friday night. Tired of being indoors with annoying roommates so I step outside to catch some fresh air, and suddenly remember the little park on the campus of a university behind my hostel. Lovers and benches. Singles like me are certainly not welcome into such spaces, yet I impose myself. In a far corner of the park were a church choral group rehearsing. There is everything in this park.…
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Giant illusion
fear, doubts, the long years and motionsmorphed into a giant illusionof an end that would never comeand of tides that would never turn Then one day, an ordinary dayjust started slowly yellowinginto the long awaited endexuding joy with its brilliance I did not remember being boundyet I sensed invisible chainsbreaking, losing their grip on memy night charged with explosive joy I have always…
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Option 2
Taking revenge is sometimes really not worth it. Imagine someone helps you solve a problem you’ve been carrying for years, even if you do not say to the person, “God richly bless you for your kindness,” God will still bless that individual. I believe the same applies to carrying out atrocious deeds against others. The curses emanating from such deeds are automatic; no need to wish the…
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love made of wax
our love, made of wax, dwindled the longer it livedlike an echo, i disappeared when ignoredyour promises kept coming but never arrivingkeeping me awake like a riverhaving a bed but never sleeping others used what belonged to memore than i didyet i’ve never grown afraid to keep givingbecause my love grows the more i sharethe more you took from me, the larger i becameinstead of choosing meyou chose…
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Temptations awakening
I decide to not knock on his door before going to church. I shouldn’t be the one to always remind him to go to church. He’s an adult. And he knows the route to church. I hear him on the phone in his room. Perhaps talking to another of his many girls. I wonder what his girlfriend makes of his many female friends. He’s handsome and young, and she might sometimes wonder how secure her place is in…
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Interactions with a book -7
My new book for this week is “As a man thinketh” by James Allen. It is a very insightful book on how the mind could be a factory for a productive life or an excavating tool that helps us descend lower and lower into depravity. The book’s content is brief and straight to the point but the insights take a long time to fully digest. Here are a few highlights from the book: -Men imagine that…
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