
Death, Like Vaccination

Death, Like the Vaccination Death is like the vaccination We’re all in a queue for the jab, Nervous, glancing ahead, Counting how many remain before our turn. Unlike the vaccination,…

Death, Like the Vaccination Death is like the vaccination We’re all in a queue for the jab, Nervous, glancing ahead, Counting how many remain before our turn. Unlike the vaccination,…

“Life, Like a Wardrobe” Life… Life is like a wardrobe. It’ll teach you. Teach you how to arrange your clothes what to fold, what to hang what to throw away…

But one day, I’ll walk away Not bitter, just awake. For the heart learns peace, not revenge, And silence becomes its victory song. I will not curse the pain that…

“Counting to Zero” You can do everything… And it still counts to zero. You can be everything… And somehow, you’re still absent. You can pour your sweat into the…

Our words grow from old, deep roots Like trees that began as tiny seeds. Old wisdom tells us a broken home makes a broken land But strong voices can rebuild…

The Proud Ones At the crossroads where our fathers danced, I see them now, the proud ones strutting like peacocks in borrowed feathers, while our ancestors’ bones lie washing…

Mama Adwoa stood among the charred remains of what was once her fabric shop in Kantamanto Market, her fingers black with soot as she sifted through the debris. Twenty-three years…

The Story Continues They asked me if my story was complete when they saw my transformation. They wondered if the journey of unbecoming and becoming had reached its final chapter.…

The Art of Becoming While Unbecoming Sometimes the most beautiful transformations require both addition and subtraction. This year taught me that becoming who I’m meant to be required unbecoming who…

No Permission Needed Permission slips are for excursions, excuse from work and not for living your life. But society handed me multiple slips to sign away my dignity: one for…