It scares me to the bone to think how my sleepless nights reading the lengthy and boring pages of Tuffour v A.G may be in vain. To think how of little use Manso v Aboye will be when all the lands in Accra are computerized such that land guards and corrupt chiefs are unable […]
‘Is the pious being loved by the gods because it is pious, or is it pious because it is being loved by the gods?’
The raging winds buffeted the rickety boat, as all the refugees huddled under thread bare blankets in a desperate attempt to keep warm. The rain began to fall steadily and the cold wind whipped their faces, searing their skins with uncommon fierceness. Their gaunt pale faces were absolute Picassos of misery while the chattering teeth sounded more like the gourd rattles they made merry with in the idyllic days before the civil war had ruined everything.
In a thousand incarnation of pain,
I churn the poison of soul.
I relive the matrix borne in ancestry,
Issuing its harmony through my ebbing heart.
I pluck my arteries to resound the finest quality
And blow through pipes to unsaddle my deepest anxiety.
What if… what if I want to be dominated by that man? Not that I have been brainwashed or anything, just my own perverted desire. What if I want to wash and iron his clothes, because it gives me immense pleasure to do this? What if I want to make him dinner no matter how […]