I MUST NOT BE QUIET: AN UNQUALIFIED APOLOGY

In this post, I speak as the guilty party in this culture of silence victims of sexual abuse in Ghana have to live through. I speak as a guilty person of enabling this in my actions and my resolve to do better for women in a society that is set up against them.

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HUSK

I watched them lower you into your new home All those years of memories you made The struggles and pain and suffering The failures and the successes Everything your eyes have ever seen The jeers you endured The praises you heard The pleasure you tasted Deleted in a singularity Whatever happens now Is really none […]

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When Poverty Goes Hunting

After the last embers of your fire go out And the inky blackness sweeps in suddenly It becomes one with the erstwhile dancing shadows The sniffing stops And You know nothing holds it away any longer You can feel the earth tremble beneath its footfalls As it sends the hairs on the back of your […]

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The Saga of the Old Gods

In the preceding decades When we were young gods With fire in our bellies Spitting lightning Every step we took was an earthquake Every footfall a thunderclap We were Metaphysical forces beyond nature Primal With Strength unbridled The life coursed through my veins I knew it all I had it all There was nothing I […]

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Little Miss Runaway

Little miss runaway, What are you doing here with your pink backpack and lunchbox? So far from home Ruining your pretty little shoes from all that walking. Little miss runaway, Why are you running from school? Did someone pinch your ear? Or make fun of your new lunchbox? Did they call you funny names to […]

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Death of The Beautiful Boy

I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying This resonates with me It gets harder to compose my thoughts like this I become a scattergun And With every heartbeat I inch closer to my dying day   I’m dying Because nothing makes sense to me anymore I am concussed From taking on one too many […]

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