Those we can love (from #TheSufist)

I picked up my diary, flipped through the pages, breathed heavily and finally I wrote what I felt;  You know, my dear diary, it is really over when you can talk about it without crying. The people we meet determine those we can love and those we can’t.  I met her through a friend and our friendship blossomed. It all began with a ‘hello, nice to meet you’ then the spark in her eyes and how she had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet....

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"I'm in love with your girlfriend" by JYF & RMZ

How do I tell you I'm in love with your girlfriend Without your heart skipping a beat? How do I tell you that the day you broke her heart I wanted to fix it and make her mine Without you thinking I had always wanted her? I'm tired of walking in your shadow Hiding my feelings for her Underneath shadows and lies All because you're my friend And the boys code Says I shouldn't...

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Cybertonia (From #TheSufist)

14. SO Lot went and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry his daughters. He said, “Hurry and get out of this place because the Lord is about to destroy the city!” But his sons-in-law thought he was joking. I was reading the part of the Bible my mother had recommended to me when I heard the door open. It was my father, he looked visibly angry and there was no need telling that he had head my decision to naturalise for Libertain....

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The Purest Form of Love (From #TheSufist)

I will one day tell you about why when a storm hits you, you never recover. After, I will tell you why I don’t believe in miracles and why each day I live hoping to die. I grew up believing I serve an awesome God. I had a mental image of Him as one who never lets his children down. This is why as such I never dreamt of myself with my right leg suspended in the air as if it was one of the exceptions to gravity. I grew up living next to a pastor,...

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Suicide Note (From #TheSufist)

Dear Ethel, You remember when we sat on the rooftop writing a list of things we would do when we get old……very very old? You remember? You remember when you used to tease me and how you made fun of my childhood memories? Of course you remember when we used to listen to Lana Del Rey’s Lust For life singing along to it softly like the first love melody we composed? You remember when you used to tell me whenever I felt down, ‘it is better to smile...

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Short Story: The Hand of God

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Different gods in a body

I am tired of stopping The nods in me from fighting each other. The god on my left nipple Thinks of herself as beautiful. The one on my right Thinks life is all about Looking at yourself in a mirror. The one on my nose Is too proud He will not stop smelling at everything Just to tell me  how smelly love is. The one in my ear Does not want to listen to...

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Review of J. Y. Frimpong’s THE ARIANIST by Abeiku Arhin Tsiwah

The Arianist is a masterpiece of brilliant lyrical dexterity from a poet who consistently is in the outlook for an infusion of words and glittery imagery that suppresses the mind and holds it on ransom for unending satisfaction. With a total of nineteen (19) poems; 24 pages, The Arianist is the surest way to understand the artistry of how words that can be birthed...

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The Atopa Gyengyen Chaser (From #TheAtenist)

“Yes, thirty minutes one hour! Thirty minutes one hour! Thirty minutes one hour.” The first day I heard this ridiculous voice I was going to look for a friend. The road was a busy one and more often than not, you would meet a pastor who claims to be preaching but is actually begging. I had heard all sort of ridiculous preaching on that stretch of the road; most of them...

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