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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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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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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Engulfed
Words are the imprints of nature’s engravings. #Conundrum