He hurtled downhill from the administration block. It was an unusual sight to see after prep; a cyclist going at it. He weaved between us with ease. Just then ahead of us was a car also moving uphill, presumably a teacher on his way back from town. He blew his horn and we gave way. […]Read More GOING INTO THE DRAIN: GHANA ROADS AND ANY USER WHO ISN’T A MOTORIST.
I flew backwards The shrapnel tearing into mePin pricks And I feel the dreaded knife stabs in my knee and foot.My ears are ringing,They say it’s cos some fluid in them gets shaken up.Fucking wrong time to think of biology 101.Anyway I think “I have to move” The barbed wire is just ahead.Feel for fingers […]Read More Unknown Soldier’s Commentary