Shukubly: Manifesto of a SaLone Artist by Marco Koroma


Marco Koroma takes the wheel for this journey with a guest feature article on the zeitgeist of the Sierra Leone music scene. The influence of art in the Sierra Leonean society is undeniable. From the hit songs that outline the “maps” in December to the kontri klos that offers the pride of nativity, the artsContinue reading “Shukubly: Manifesto of a SaLone Artist by Marco Koroma”

The Disco Bash (Short Story)


It was the late 90’s to the early side of the 2000’s, the era of faded jeans, the Walkman paving way for the disc man and the trend of jazzy youth “luxing” in Freetown. One of the features in hailing from a family filled with older brothers and cousins is their knack of grilling, teasingContinue reading “The Disco Bash (Short Story)”

Nostalgia


These days, I am increasingly fueled by a raging desire to overprice depressed thoughts. Or get lost in the flow of books in the jungle of Amazon. Nothing seems real, E-books? They leave me thirsty I miss the smell of pages, with their wrinkled edges, and the torn covers that tells me it’s earlier readersContinue reading “Nostalgia”

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 us to the earthy truthContinue reading “Blogging from Sierra Leone: The ‘Why’.”

Mind Trip.


A paper plane for your crashed thoughts? Pennies are too heavy Would your heart lift and take wings if I put a price on it. Unload this burden on me, like a feathered quill in the hands of a composer crafting his last symphony. Lonely balconies hold secrets of days when the mind leaped overContinue reading “Mind Trip.”

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 at the wheel, a DrakeContinue reading “The Opioid Trail: Tramadol Abuse in Sierra Leone”

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 scents that I thought I’dContinue reading “The Land.”

Prometheus As A Role Model.


I have always had a fascination with Greek mythology. Of course for most the pantheon of Olympian deities hold sway, yet for me the primordial Titan, Prometheus held an unwavering respect in my mind. Here was a being who sided against his kind, chose to fight on the side of Zeus and then went onContinue reading “Prometheus As A Role Model.”

Lust, Hope and Lost. (English and Sierra Leone creole)


We sat down and spoke about many things in a sparse time, from shelved dreams and move-ons’ to tilted relationships and speed runs. Then a tinted SUV drove by, dropping out that Betelgeuse ‘out of reach’ type of girl that crutches on crushed hearts leaving everyone jelly legs crippled. Switching gears from the sweet rideContinue reading “Lust, Hope and Lost. (English and Sierra Leone creole)”

MASKS


I once journeyed to a land where memories and emotions could be bought. It’s denizens woke up as familiar strangers to their neighbours every morning. Ah! Such joy for new beginnings. I purchased a few smiles here and a tranquil package there; coated with vintage pills of fleeting nostalgia. When it was time to depart,Continue reading “MASKS”