How do you make the best out of the worst? Guess! “Lemonade from lemons” That’s what they say. But who provides the needed equipments. Anticipating outcomes Hoping we lose few and win more. Our competition is ourselfs; Our strengths, mentality, wants and needs. Death is a stage Once you get there you can neither make … More Progression
Painkillers do not kill the pain Only leads not to the path of sane From a killer to an addict, who do I blame The pain reaches so deep like roots These urges and craving I give in to Just one more to curb this pain Addicted to the pain I can’t lose this pain … More OVERDOSE
Saturday 4:30pm The lights had been off the whole afternoon, my phone’s battery died out about an hour ago, so I was sitting outside, in front of my house on a long wooden bench with a friend, Fred. We were just talking about his trip to Accra in the coming days. “So when are you … More A Stranger In Kumasi – Part II
It’s often hard to open up to the max Because offlate sincerity comes at a cost; Often overpriced. The anchor that holds solidarity and loyalty I believe is trust. If I asked you to fully open up to me as a friend ; No pretense, Tell me something that you think might offend me or … More Tell me something…
A true friend or a real friend, A good friend or a best friend; Where do you fall? Very few friends are honest friends. You might just be a mirror to whoever you call “friend”. Each and everyday Appreciate those who make you glee. Happiness is a practice It’s not something you achieve and then … More Menace
I was wrong about myself Giving myself another shot at love was impossible I didn’t love myself, why would anyone love me? I mean, I mean that’s what I thought I had always imagined Until you came to my ward, then everything changed What we have is not ordinary Our story, our love story I … More Till Death Do Us Part
Trick or treat Trust or loyalty Dreams or realities Hope or fantasy Emotions or intelligence Deduct or adapt Always create your own path. Making people smile should be involuntary. You know salt and sugar makes delicacies tasty, yet we often don’t combine both. Salt or sugar; Be a masterpiece of your own. Mistakes are costly … More End Game.
Knee deep in my thoughts Wandering what actually went wrong. Reality normally knocks Yet im too stubborn to open the doors. You made it easy for me to be ridiculed. Heart broken and im left to assemble it. In my mind; I’m alone. Was I out of my mind to call you my own? Was … More The End.
Shooting your shot has never been easy, it demands you put aside your pride and tell the one you really like, how you feel, the drawback is, your feelings might not be mutual 💔 There’s no formula for shooting your shot, you just have to be creative and cross your fingers. A reader drew inspiration … More He shot his shot
Ghana as a whole Enveloped with love Hostile to all. Corrupt or not; Perceptions vary. Together we have the grit and the guts Resources in abundance Creative minds, virile, combative & stubborn intellects ready to make an impact. Yet, each man intend on his private goal, With no feeling for the whole; “Tolerate none, Focus … More GH!
Decided to do a social experiment, the aim was to find out how many select female friends of mine would want to marry me in the future, the bait was “You know what? Mark today’s date, ‘cos despite our differences, I know I’m gonna marry you one day” below are screenshots of their first reactions … More I shot my shot…
It’s been over a decade but I still remember it like it was yesterday, today marks yet another sad commemoration. Days before the 14th, I was on my usual route to school. Walking was a habit, I always skipped the school bus and trekked to school in other to keep my bus fare to myself, … More A Sad Short Love Story
A gift at first But a curse on a second guess. Love; I tried and tested but damn An ugly mess. It was more or less an extreme sport; A sort of entertainment for her. It was great at the very start Now shattered dreams and ugly scars. Hidden figures Love lost Heart on reset … More Subtle me.
For the past 6 months I’ve been living in Kumasi, doing my National Service. It’s been an awesome journey so far. I am teaching in a Basic school at Aboabo, I’ve made some really nice friends and created bonds with people that could last a lifetime. What I love about this place is the cost … More A Stranger In Kumasi
So I asked her: “You and me; were we meant to be? Was I made for you? Was it all a trick? All the things I did, Did you see me fit? I could sit and make a list of all the promises and still ran out of space. Was I a fool to fall … More Vertigo.