Deeply Pressed

I see you. Smiling, while swallowing your tears, but the joy isn’t from you tasting the salt. You tell yourself you’re okay and then sit some more hours to get your butt hurt some more after hours of you doing nothing, scrolling up and down your screen, looking for anything pleasurable to the eye –

Sorry for your W

There were times you would have wished you too would lose, so we gather round your balcony, prying into the living room and watch you sulk while you wiped your face with tissues and rubbed mucus on your pair of shorts – the emotional disgust! “Take your time on your next try child!” and that

forgotten.

spilling memories of us into jugs and watching them form bubbles when they reach the brim to be kept under cool temperatures and taken out occasionally to be warmed by the winds reaching out to hold handles and pouring tots onto concrete, and muttering prayers to Asaase Yaa to keep me still for motions have

Enam.

Fish Bar was closed just in time for tonight’s special: “Dirty Little Lords’ Night to Remember” and I remember you whispering to me in my ear (probably the right one I guess) “You’ll love this one, I promise!” And… I did! From soul, to jazz, to alternative and a relaxing instrumental finish I doused my

we chop hot!

Today ein line long waa. enobi wona fault chale – then traffic dey roff! We sanso keep for the house, small. Nana B say make we wedge am make he do wild plus some numbers – today eh the block i go hit? on God!!!! Maadjoa too say make we chop small before we go

frail.

I’d have loved to sing to you new songs as we’re graced to enter these new days for your emotion-doused ‘Yes!’ meant a lot to a simpleton like me. Dusting off shoes for a few pesewas has been the life after getting kicked out of my mother’s house by her younger sisters, and my only

dim lights and dungeons

Sunny day at the amusement park with her dog, strolling as she made glances at the renovated entrances to the roller-coaster Maddy had been doing these visits for the past three years, and always made sure Quentin had his leash and mask on; a terrier found in a dying fire struggling to get out of

untold

say we cover our lips with duct tape and tie our hands with rope from boats in our tries of self-captivity and long stares into each other’s eyes, filled with hope I’d like to tell you a few things before we’re unwound by our very own: You’re beautiful. Not because I finally got to get

we for go.

the phone rang after some hours we’d got home. “Chale tonight eh e go bee serious! Come plus the girls, and please come strapped! As in strapped, ankasa!” Fredo. He hang up way before we could tell him that we might not surface. The paperwork for Monday alone… “Chale so how we go do am

monstrosity.

Close your eyes and tell me what you see! And this was her third try after shutting her eyes so hard, and telling herself that this soothsayer wouldn’t succeed in taking her GH¢70 she planned on getting herself a bomber jacket for her bi-monthly photoshoot And then, clipping going on a crescendo winds blowing very