"In our world are people who live in perpetual joy and happiness…
Others have been confined to perpetual sadness…
This is a life of no escape…
They suffer in pain…
Their pain, concealed…
Their tears unshed…
Their pleas, unheard…
Their scars, unseen…
There is no escape…
They suffer in silence…
The world of silence is one of darkness…
The world of the silent is one of several stories…
Stories better left untold…
These are stories of hidden truths, the bitter truth perhaps...
Better left unsaid, better left unheard…
For this, its victims had prices to pay.”…
I’m a writer, observer, and storyteller. This blog is my thinking space: a home for essays on culture, creativity, and the quiet (and loud) moments that shape our lives. Some pieces are reflective, some confrontational, all honest. Every now and then, you might find a short story… or maybe a poem… who knows? Even I don’t. Just my thoughts. Nothing personal.
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Reflections on culture, creativity, and the moments that shape our lives in Ghana and beyond.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
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