There was a nation, Where peace was a dish served cold and all her 37 children ate in oneness, Where the labour of our heroes past didn’t just dwell in the past. A time when Arise O’ Compatriots gave birth to a nation bound in freedom, When peace and unity made people faithful, loyal and […]
If Love Was a Nation – Poetry
Where Did I belong? – Short Story
I tilted the trash can to see if any one still wandered about the street. I wondered when the hustling and bustling of the city might stop but it may never come. Noon had dawned on the city, so it was the perfect time to carry out my personal operations Who was I? A social […]
The Times – Poetry
I do not plead the sun on days when dark clouds threaten a storm, and lightening rents the skies. I’ve learnt to trust the seasons, let the waters flow and bless the grounds where my seeds are buried. Someday the clouds would part, the sun would shine, roots would form where seeds once lay, and […]
When You Like Two Guys at the Same Time – Poetry
When you like two guys at the same time, it doesn’t make you an awful person. It just explains the saying: ‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket’. When you like two guys at the same time, it is to your advantage. What better feeling than having two guys treating you like a queen? […]
Fragile! Handle With Care – Poetry
Have you ever danced in the rain? You turned me around as we swayed, The music was a string of melodies. So far away, eyes locked, you nodded. I quirked, is that a Yea or a Nay, “A little bit of both” You responded. We swayed till the world turned on its axis under my […]
Of Curses and Loses – Short Story
If someone would have told Mamawa that swindling her brother Kwame, over their late father’s bicycle was going to invite trouble in her life, she would have still gone ahead and done it. In fact, she would have quarreled and even beaten up that someone first, for she was that kind of woman. Things like […]
I Know an Introvert – Poetry
I know an introvert, who almost does not exist, because I am invisible to people; people who are visible to me. Who can I blame for being unnoticeable? I am only an introvert. I know an introvert, who prefers chatting to ‘face-to-face’ interaction. “Chicken!” They call me, because I become two different persons: Fearful when […]






