In one life she became a teacher, and wouldn’t have obligingly taken a job in International Development in a role that was very far below her capabilities, even at that time. In another, she worked for Netflix, doing what one does in Netflix’s Ghana office. In one she has a bald head and writes video […]
You have have the kind of face that is fated for someone who dies a tragic, early death; For you radiate the kind of Beauty that Old Age does not suit , and a Vanity that will make sure that the two former never meet.
A glimmer of gold; a whip of a flash you’d miss if you blinked.Then, like it never leftand obscuring everything from view,the darkness arrives again.
The thing that haunted them the most was that when their eyes closed, their minds imagined perfection; everything their present could be, gilded anew. And yet once their eyes opened, none of it survived. The tortured fray, they’re called these days, enduring the nightly loop of dreaming of a future their hands can’t build.
If you’re the forest, I’m the wind, and if you’ll Spread your foliage even, I will blow through.
May we fall fully into the moment when we are, objectively & without a doubt, our most beautiful. But should that moment arrive to find us passive, unresponsive and at risk of missing it, may the universe nudge us, awaken us, and point us where our eyes should look to see ourselves, reveling in our […]
Bright red hues announced the drowsy sky. “I need your help, father” he admitted, barely above a whisper. “I have lost my way.” Chancing a timid move toward the solemn white-haired man who sat waiting on the platform, the ensuing minutes of conversation shone a light on Dede Dramani’s deep discomfiture; this old man’s perspective […]
Once you have found the distant pool, prostrate, as you wet your whistle at its banks; like a man who has known the desert-dryness of drought. And when you have drank your fill, continue your travel North, to recount tales of this well of water in detail so vivid that from your account alone i […]
For every night I lie awake, I pray you love me one more day. If only just a little more, for each and every passing dawn.
It was funny to hear them talk of “after the quarantine”. The jokes, the plans, the return to some semblance of normalcy. It put an odd, sad feeling in his belly. It was what put him in the seminary—that in a town of 30,000, only he saw into the “after”s. Only he could prescribe. Only […]
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