By: Don Pax In Accra’s heart, where Kantamanto buzzes, A young man weaves through crowded streets, Dreams as vibrant as kente cloth, Hopes as tall as the Jamestown lighthouse. Each day, a marathon through market stalls, Dodging cars, hawkers, and hard luck, His legs may tire, but his spirit? Untamed. Like a turtle in Labadi’s sands, he presses on. When …
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The Way I Love You
By: Naa Doodua Doodu The way I love you surpasses all understanding, From the very day we met, my heart was yours. You’ve become my Achilles heel, my gentle weakness, No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop loving you. Sitting by the beach, feeling the cool breeze with you, Has been my greatest wish, a dream I’ve longed …
Read More »A king has fallen
By: Naa Doodua Doodu Death has laid its icy hands on him, And his family grieves in sorrow deep. What are we to do in this time of despair, Who shall we run to, where can we seek relief? Children left behind, though grown, still yearn For the love of their father, now gone away. Who will bring back their …
Read More »Stigmata of the Forgotten
By: Don Pax In alleyways and shadows, they reside, Bearing wounds unseen by passersby. Their crosses heavy, their burdens deep, A world that turns away, refusing to see. Nail-pierced hands reach out in vain, For mercy, for comfort, to ease the pain. Thorn-crowned heads bow low in shame, Excluded from life’s grand, gilded game. But in their suffering, a light …
Read More »Desperate Digs:Repels of Regrets
The moment I turned on my tap, expecting clean, drinkable water, I was horrified to see a murky flow instead. I couldn’t even bear to use it for washing my hands, fearing the presence of harmful chemicals. Unbeknownst to me, the very water I was polluting was being used by farmers in my community to irrigate their crops. As their …
Read More »Addiction: The Darkest Fall
By: Naa Doodua Doodu Addiction—the worst thing that can befall, Bets and drugs led me down the devil’s call. I lost myself, my world in pieces, Everything I had slipped further away. I tried to break free but couldn’t find the light, The weight of it all turned day into night. Suicide whispered as a final escape, But even in …
Read More »Trust in the Unseen
By: Don Pax In metal tubes, we soar through skies, Trusting hands we’ve never met. On waves, we sail, ‘neath starry eyes, With captains, we cannot vet. On crowded streets, in buses packed, We place our lives in stranger’s care. Our faith in systems stays intact, Though faces change, we’re unaware. So why, then, doubt what lies beyond? The unseen …
Read More »Desperate Digs: When wealth meets perils
As fate would have it, I unexpectedly crossed paths with an old friend who appeared to be living life to the fullest. Intrigued by his success, I eagerly sat at his feet, eager to learn the secret to his wealth and happiness. To my astonishment, he revealed that he was a gold miner, a profession that seemed both simple and …
Read More »Desperate Digs: Crossroads of Desperation
After school, everyone expected me to find something to do to support home and, if possible, settle down. I thought I had gone far and wide in pursuit of that mandate placed on me as a man. Despite my best efforts, nothing seemed to work out. I felt dejected and began to lose hope in life. At some point, I …
Read More »Time for Everything
By: Naa Doodua Doodu There is a time for everything under the Heavens— A time to be born, and a time to cry, A time to weep, and a time to smile. But why does my time feel so different? It seems forever marked by tears. In solitude, my mind begins to wander, I let go of the things I …
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