…no matter how hard you try, the planning, strategic documents and research put in, what you are and what you dream are essentially on two different planes. Because a true dream is based on nothing except faith. It doesn’t make logical sense. There is no 5 steps to making your dreams come true.
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Spur of the … (Lucy’s) Moment
So remember the short story series I started a few months ago? Well, it’s done and dusted and now I hereby gift thee, my loyal readers, LUCY’s MOMENT as a token of my appreciation. You know, we’ve all heard it said that just because it’s free doesn’t mean it is cheap. And this is soContinue reading “Spur of the … (Lucy’s) Moment”
Fiction Friday!
Hello friends! How did your week go? Here is a short story for you to kick back and relax. Warning: it is short! Layover is a short story about hopes, prayers, and looking for love. Life doesn’t have a checklist or a do-over. That’s why you can find surprises in unexpected places. Click here toContinue reading “Fiction Friday!”
No Room for Small Sizes
Remember when they told us, “You’ll grow into it”, and then your school uniform comes back from the seamstress and it is baggy? Bad thing is, the uniform sizes never caught up with our real sizes. (any witnesses here???)
This Person Called Grace
I’m not about to write a “Myself” essay. Remember those essays we had to write in primary school? They felt very indulgent and by the time you were done, your teacher actually knew all about your short life. Not that we cared.
My Black Life, Far From Home
I am Ghanaian and apart from sometime in 2001 in the midst of religious riots while living in Nigeria, I’d never felt my life to be in serious danger. And then just yesterday, I watched a video sent by my Malawian American friend about how South Asians were part of the racism problem in America.Continue reading “My Black Life, Far From Home”
Life, Family, Lockdown
Speaking of snakes. I turned my head one morning (working at home, of course) and there was a lanky snake staring at me.
#4 Spur of the Moment
It was my mum who pulled the trigger. She said it was a warning shot. But I know my mum. She knew what she was doing. She had done a stint with the military before deciding she wanted to diversify her people skills and try to deal with uncivilised civilians. But she always kept a shotgun. And a pistol. Small, sexy, sleek. It fit into her handbag.
#3 Spur of the Moment
This is part 3 of the arbitrary short story series: Spur of the Moment. If you missed part 1 and 2, click here and here respectively. And since we are mostly stuck at home, I will do this weekly, every Friday. Do share the link with your friends so this #lockdown #stayhome #WFH situation staysContinue reading “#3 Spur of the Moment”
#2 Spur of the Moment
I wait as the phone rings. Once, twice. I start to panic. I hope no one would pick up. That the answering machine would come on. There is a shuffling sound and then a voice. Faint. Still, I almost end it, but I wait. After all, I’ve come this far. “Hello?” “Hi.” My voice soundsContinue reading “#2 Spur of the Moment”
