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A Tale of Threads in Salone.
Some version of this piece has been in my draft for almost a year. Time they say fashions us with opportunities, but I think I’ll just settle on the notion that this write-up decided to walk out of the shop a la mode during the end of the Ramadan fasting…
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Where Have I Been?
I don’t know when I decided I would bite the opening line of Wale’s letter to Complex in 2014 as the title of my return blog piece, but frankly, it’s only fitting to give a nod to the artist who reflects my thought more than any other. I always assumed…
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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…
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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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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…
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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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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…
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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…
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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…