Category: #the human-condition
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WordSmiths
I’m a thief just a peg lower than Robin, donning a hood Issa Kabbah never unveiled. Poaching feelings across minds and giving them wings. Letting them fly to the welcoming hands of estranged lovers to use as weapons, in status’ shade wars. Subliminal yet direct. Quotes coated in Quixote bravery…
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UP!- A Creative’s Guide in Sierra Leone
Dire situations tend to bring out the best or worst, and for many of us, these moments are the molds that will cast us out in the movie of our lives moving forward. The novel Coronavirus outbreak in many ways than one is already changing the landscape of our existence,…
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The Disco Bash (Short Story)
It was the late ’90s to the early side of the 2000s, the era of faded jeans, the Walkman paving the way for the disc man and the trend of jazzy youth “luxing” in Freetown. One of the features of hailing from a family filled with older brothers and cousins…
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Commercial Transportation in Sierra Leone: The Keke Takeover.
The Culture If you are looking for an Uber in Sierra Leone, you won’t find any. What you will find however, is a colourful history of a commercial vehicle industry that is prone to twists, turns and countless anecdotes. Buses and Taxis share dominion in most countries around the world…
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WordSmiths
I’m a thief just a peg lower than Robin, donning a hood Issa Kabbah never unveiled. Poaching feelings across minds and giving them wings. Letting them fly to the welcoming hands of estranged lovers to use as weapons, in status’ shade wars. Subliminal yet direct. Quotes coated in Quixote bravery…
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Blogging from Sierra Leone: The ‘Why’.
There are millions of narratives online about people and their stories, mostly as strangers without meeting each other we connect with these experiences as we find ourselves relating to them. The intricate nature of human existence is the simple truth that in our differences we notice familiar things that brings…
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Value
You may choose to let your Art be free, but never cheap it out. #Conundrum
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Shades of Love
Listen; even if rainbows were to forget to postlude storms; or sunsets the profane cains of days; or dew to wash away the sins of flowers when dawn breathes upon us; or the dead to ascend into the promised Heavens I will never forget to bathe you With these three…
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The Opioid Trail: Tramadol Abuse in Sierra Leone
It was a bright day with blue skies, sunny with just the right amount of soft winds. One of the rare blessings of residing in the coastal city of Freetown in the dry season is the beautiful weather at that time of the year. I was riding shotgun, a friend…
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The Land.
I look up in the sky and see faces in the clouds gazing down at me. Ferried on a canoe across a lake like a journey through time. Thoughts, Dreams, Memories. They mingle into a tapestry of my experiences. Mama’s Land. I breathe in the welcoming air of the familiar…
Conundrum. 