Shades of the Anklet.

Come to Ghana and discover that national service in some parts of the country is undressed to be “national sacrifice”. With displeasure filled to the brim of my discontent, I wished I never returned to Takuve, a land where the visions of the seer, can be blindfolded with a sibling of mediocrity. But the children…

Mother’s Rage

Originally posted on asantewableedswords:
Touch him one more time and I swear by the lump in my left breast, I will slash your throat and decorate your dark soul on your skin for the world to see. You sons of bitches won’t let black boys be. Black boys can’t walk on tiptoes. Black boys can’t…

Sister’s love

Sturdily sturdily I stared To watch over you whom I have always cared A sister so bright and indispensable That friend who would never ever sublime With you, I would always be fine When I get to that stage Long lasting love, living in you, I would promulgate. Let the heavens open, and the trumpet…