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 Memes Galore. But then whatContinue reading “WordSmiths”

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)”

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.”

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 words; banal they may seem,Continue reading “Shades of Love”

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.”

Kossoh Town Boy: A Time Capsule of Pre Independence Sierra Leone


Reading has always been a passion of mine ,since my early years when I discovered this wonderful world of words, sometimes fiction or real in the pages of books wrapped in letters. I fell in love.  This is not to say I divorced my toys, but its safe to say they took a somehow distantContinue reading “Kossoh Town Boy: A Time Capsule of Pre Independence Sierra Leone”