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of peculiar flowers/like sound of laughter/fluid in words you could spell/only after lettering down/libations on territories/virgin with mystic bites/of your footsteps/creating gardens/of hope beyond tales

Thursday, December 24, 2015

And then I knew…

You don’t find love
You create it
within yourself
till it overflows
and falls around you
pushing everything
to pick it up
and give it back
like you create it
so tenderly 
so knowingly

incessantly

Thursday, October 1, 2015

There are stories

My stomach walls
are flooded with tears

I am full
starved of love, laughter and sex
There is nothing to be said after
Story story story

Sorry

I mean it
For my stories
It was all true, you know?
The way it happened
The way I said it happened

But it hurts you,
My stories hurt you
because you 
want to be
my story

You, saviour
You, all
Me, nothing
without you
Me, yours

Was it the way I told it,  
that I told you,
or that it happened
with me
at the center of it all
being the villain,
cutting myself and losing pieces of me
stinging others and becoming them
trying to sew it back on
the pieces I lost
like a hero
flesh to flesh
blood dripping
scars forming
memories jammed
as I call your name
asking you to stay
when you had already left
not giving a fuck about my story
the way it happened
the way I said it happened





Thursday, May 28, 2015

Screen


I thought maybe
I should tell you that
these days
nothing is okay
unless

DELETE

I wanted to tell you
that you have become

DELETE

Hello

DELETE

Hey, I

DELETE

it’s been a while
just checking in
I miss you
Is everything okay?

DELETE

I saw your picture on Instagram today
You look good, happy
Take care

SENT

Hey sup
I was thinking about you the other time
Yeah, took that photo at Winneba, thanks
Will be going back there next week
you good?

DELETE

Yeah, thanks

SENT

I thought maybe
I should tell you that
these days
nothing is okay
unless

DELETE 


Sunday, May 10, 2015

Lessmaa



Every now and then
I remember to give  
my mother a hug
to ask her how she is doing
how she feels
what she wants

I try to match the attention
and love she gives me everyday  
I buy her gifts
not for her birthday
not for mother’s day
just because I thought about her
when I entered the store

Every now and then
I see her unconditional love
and question mine
because every time I have said she is awesome
It’s been right after she’s fed me
picked up my call in the middle of the night
lent me some money
told me my shoe size when I had forgotten
forced me to drink herbs that took away my cold

Every now and then I wish
I wouldn’t forget
that she is human too
with fears and dreams and flaws and favourite colours— 
I don’t know my mother’s favourite colour
Does my mother have a favourite colour?

Every now and then if
I would look into mama’s eyes
and tell her
don’t make your entire life about me, about us— your children, your husband, your family
Live mama, live for you every now and then
chase your dreams every now and then
face your fears every now and then
forget about me every now and then
Live
Live mama
Live everyday
so when you die
You won’t be a tired ancestor  
watching over me
wishing you had wet your feet
in the deep blue sea

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Wine

Days
when your heart wakes
without you
and goes to find trouble
hurts itself
and comes back
hides in your stomach
and coils around itself like a snake
pushes against your chest just like a storm
and beats, no end
till you cry
and beat, no end
when you stop
to breath hard
like nothing is enough
to let you be
one heart
without another
attached involved loved
pumping not for its own sake but
for her
for him
for them

Days
when your heart stops
and beats you hear
is only from your memory
how it used to
be, eat, fear
love, love, love
whole
gone.


Monday, October 27, 2014

Half a Bridge

Someone broke me
when I wasn't looking
someone broke me
and hid my pieces in air
so I search with every breath
what my other pieces are
where my other pieces went

Someone broke me
and kept it a secret
Now everything I find
could be me
so I carry on illusions
and drop off memories 
I run to places I should have walked to 

Someone broke me
and forgot that they did
And I, forgot who did
So I’m here
looking everywhere

for me

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Gird Writing Camp Set for October



The Gird Writing Camp, a two-tiered interactive writing program that supports young writers, scholars, and entrepreneurs with knowledge and tools to develop and enhance their writing skills is now open for registration.

The Camp comprises a one-day intensive seminar and a month long writing consultancy package that enables participants to get access to writing experts in confronting personal writing challenges.

Participants will get the support of diverse experts in the business, academic, and creative writing fields including: Prof Ama Ata Aidoo, renowned writer; Dr. Mawuli Adjei, Senior Lecturer, Department of English, University of Ghana and Mr. Rami Baitie, Group Head, Marketing and Corporate Affairs, UT Holdings, Mr. Paul Ababio, Investment Advisor, CEO, Paul & Associates and Dr. Kweku Ainuson. Business Lawyer, Snr. Partner AB Lexmall & Associates.

The Camp accommodates a maximum of 20 participants in each session namely, in the Creative Writing, Academic Writing, and Business Writing sessions. Interested writers, students, and entrepreneurs are therefore advised to register early to secure a seat. Registration can be carried out online at: www.girdcenter.org


For more information about the camp please Call: 0207152656 or Email: info@girdcenter.org