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If you forget to breathe in waking

I wake up in search of bliss and instead I’m cast in a cesspit of tasks of thoughts of things I wanna come off the ends bro Without securing a means to my end. if i end today is that a life well lived? does it quantify as a good ending? how many stars doContinue reading “If you forget to breathe in waking”

Crisis in Patriarchy

spoke to my brother about silos we find crisis in patriarchy no harmony no balance no stillness we find crisis in patriarchy left with more questions than answers have men become distorted? the identity of man? what is a man? have we lost ourselves in the form of default? where in which we find noContinue reading “Crisis in Patriarchy”

We should all be Polyglots: a discourse around humanity (to some extent)

My grandmother, Mary Ayikai Williams, was a polyglot. She never saw a day in education, yet she possessed an understanding unlike any other. She taught my mum and her siblings practically everything — you name it. Whether it’s homework — or if you’ve had my mother’s food before — culinary arts. My grandmother could speak English, AkanContinue reading “We should all be Polyglots: a discourse around humanity (to some extent)”

To Tash

Didn’t feel the heat from the sun Just the ice in my lungs. heart of the equator thought I’d see you later when I lost you Everything became secondary still hesitate to go cemetery I lost you in secondary and listen I stopped writing on my phone so when it blows it won’t take meContinue reading “To Tash”

stride in a cemetery

I’m staring at dead men so does that make me a dead man? to lay wake in a cemetery precociously pondering on my centenary if the people amongst the slabs and the shrubbery went to a place different to what was their ordinary what about this life is ordinary? to pose a question about theContinue reading “stride in a cemetery”

what flows

when did uprisings become riots? i ask the mandem what does it mean to be to be human, not apex predators to be liberated to be liberators we studied the word. my brothers laughed as I said bleastplate instead of breastplate. but it wasn’t at me but with me as they could all relate. selfContinue reading “what flows”

Where did the space go? thoughts on history, gentrification and plants

It’s been so long since I’ve written. It’s a warm feeling, being able to sit in some form of serenity and share an experience. I write songs, essays — speeches from time to time — but when was the last time I was able to produce a stream of consciousness? I don’t mean a literal one — although thatContinue reading “Where did the space go? thoughts on history, gentrification and plants”