Akili
By Ruth: Akili “Akosua! Akosua! Where’s your brother?” “I don’t know, mama. He should be at the stream” “Why did you leave him there?” “No, mama. He left me there. He went into the bush with his friends” “Not Afua,…
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Ruth
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The Words I Wished I Said.
By Ruth: Have you enter been in love? Have you ever felt the euphonious feeling of being in love? Have you ever been so helpless because you can’t save your love? “Love is blind” an adage once said…
Mama Africa
By Ruth: Mama Africa Africa oh! Africa my home. Home of my acestral being. Shimmering beauty of dark melanin. Mama Africa here you reside. In rare ancestral beauty. Mama Africa oh! mama. Endowed with great strength. You effortlessly tilled the…
Chronicles Of A Soldier
By Ruth: Dedicated To All The Soldiers. Title– Chronicle Of A Soldier. We were sent to war Thousands and thousands of us. To fight for the peace of our nation. A nation filled with tribalism. To restore peace and lost…
Felo-de-se
By Ruth: I am beginning to feel there’s no God. If there is, does he love me, care for me and have something great for me in store while I faced the kind of unpleasant childhood I had? The maltreatment…
If It Weren’t For You.
By Ruth: If It Weren’t For You. If it weren’t for you I’d think the world’ s same. Blinded by my ignorance Wallowed in my worst pass. Buried in the injuries of yesterday. We met I hated you but you…
Light Of The World
By Ruth: Light Of The World . Whatever said by man. Your ways so different from ours. That we have to ponder and wonder. Your great dazzling features Our corporeal eyes can’t behold. You are the word in the world.…
Mama Sikira
By Ruth: Light Of The World . Whatever said by man. Your ways so different from ours. That we have to ponder and wonder. Your great dazzling features Our corporeal eyes can’t behold. You are the word in the world.…
The African Girl Child
By Ruth: The African Girl Child. “ mummy, please what those pussy mean?” I rememberd asking my mum while I was eight years old. “ It’s a cat” my mum replied reluctantly. “ No, mummy it’s not. My friend at…
Deep Scars
By Ruth: Deep Scar “ You bastered, you evil spoilt child, what were you doing with your dad?!” An angry Mrs. Daura Smith yelled at her fifteen year old child. “ He forced me” the young girl prattled. “ Shut…