Africa · Ghana · Prose


He lay prostrate on the cold hard ground, too tired to move a limb. He was so still it was easy to mistake him for dead. His clothes were threadbare and dirty, torn in many places and obviously too big for what one could easily tell was a severely starved body. His shirt was light… Continue reading THE RICH “MEN” AND LAZARUS

Africa · Ghana · Musings


Fighting an addiction is difficult. Fighting an addiction alone is one of the hardest things one can ever do. For someone like me who’s been addicted for so long to my addiction (LOL), I know my weak points or trigger conditions like the back of my hand. Knowing them however is a whole different universe… Continue reading 42