Musings Under The Almond Tree
The birds chirped in unison, leaves rustled through the field covered in soft carpets of grass, the winds blew through every space they found, and the clouds stood at a…
The birds chirped in unison, leaves rustled through the field covered in soft carpets of grass, the winds blew through every space they found, and the clouds stood at a…
On The Other Side Of The Fence - #dailyprompt The fence in our backyard had been there before I was born. Papa said never go near it after 6pm. "On the other side of the…
At every festival, someone brings the costume that steals the show. I saw it at the village square. Red dust, white canopies, drums beating. Then he appeared — big black…
just one more kilometre. This word just reminded me of trekking for school.....😂😂😂UNIZIK. Every morning when I am already tired and sweating, I will tell myself just one…
Those jeans are cheap! That was what Mama Nkechi shouted when I passed her thrift stand in Yaba market. I stopped. I looked at the jeans. It was Okrika, bend down boutique. But…
just one more kilometre. This time it reminded me of when I followed my mum to Nkpor market. We carried big Ghana-must-go bag full of clothes to sell. We walked from one line to…
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