Sleepless in Accra.

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.

Kingdom Come

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 […]