When fiction tells reality's story of woe much better.

Could we be Love?

Change is here, whether you like me or not.

growth lies in the uneasiness the in-between the unfinished sentence --@editorsmusings I am an unfinished sentence. I move between a...

As I start yet another day by peacefully writing in my gratitude diary, in spite of the slow unraveling of normality (especially out...

I am honoring myself; therefore, I do more of what gives me joy. ~ Kenneth Soares (Insight Timer meditation) Seven years ago, I was...

It’s been almost two years since I came off the beaten track of full-time employment and relocated to Accra to be closer to my mum. And...

What you seek is seeking you. - Rumi I woke up this morning to a tweet sent to me by a beloved sister-friend, who knows of my penchant...

If you ask me, the world is in need of a paradigm shift, one where we no longer breed billions of foot soldiers for this single-file...

Now suppose I’ve managed to convince you perhaps that yes, we control the world because we can cooperate flexibly in large numbers. The...

“Je préfère mourir sur la mer que de voir ma mère pleurer (I prefer to die at sea than see my mother cry)”. —a contemporary Ivorian...

For whom do we speak? To whom? Through whom? By whose authority, if there is any? And when we do speak—whisper, scream, lament, whimper,...

I refuse to be disciplined, you know what I mean: fixing myself in nitpicky niches of sociology, anthropology, psychology, history and...

Today I find myself reflecting on some notes that I scribbled down, six years ago, in a rage about my “invisibility blues”, to coin an...

It was foretold by the Oracle that the dark days would come, when we—the Abassa sentinels—would have to lay down our glorious wings in...

Dimelda stood over the now tepid Aga cooker, staring blindly as the ladle rose effortlessly. It was forgotten, floating in a frothing...

The dimly lit interior beckoned approvingly. Soft music, soft light. At the bar, Berto was efficient as ever, gliding gracefully to every...

It was cleaning day at the Fossil’s mansion and this was never a simple or easy affair. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything, got...

The sand was almost warm, as it furled around Abena-Izaura’s toes – while its slightly abrasive essence buffed her tender soles. The...

REALITY CHECK. Always know that what you see and do is not real, in the sense that it is in fact a social construct. This means, there...