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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Rotten (From #TheAtenist)

She was beautiful – even as a child I knew it was impossible not to see Nana Adwoa Serwaa and not be arrested by her charm. On her face, rose flowers blossomed, poetry failed to be pretty and prose became a ghost town. She was dark and a bit hairy for her age –at fourteen she had so much hair; her hair gyrated in the corridors of her buttocks as if they were making merry....

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Short Story: RAP (from #TheAtenist)

The first rap song I wrote was about alcohol, drugs and about love. My failed love forced me to be rapper, the first alcoholic drink I took made me want to be a good rapper and the first sex I had made me fall in love with the microphone. I became nothing but a microphone – all what I did was to put broken dreams together to make a song.  The first song I wrote...

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A Burning House

Sometimes, You wish You could go back to  The burning house And stop the gas And stop yourself from lighting the fire. Sometimes,  You sleep On your bed And wonder how crying ghosts Find peace in light and in love. Sometimes,  You wish You could go back to the second When the cup got broken So you can lie on the ground And rather...

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