I’d been standing at the arrival hall for about an hour. The Sunday evening arrivals are many, all landing around the same time from Europe, America, Middle East and other parts of Africa. Who knows where the passengers embarked from? Mine was arriving from Germany via Istanbul. I used up the wait time trying to… Continue reading

Dotted high above heads were flags, colors of over sixty countries. The parade was touching as patriotic young ones marched confidently behind their individual country’s flag. It portrayed the world as one massive village. Our home country, Ghana, had an outstanding show; Queen mother carried in a palanquin, men on stills brandishing flags, drummers and… Continue reading

Walking up the stairs, different feelings flowed. The anxious, the not-so sure and the joyful. After school on Friday they walked up four flights of stairs. This was the first day of our journaling club. A question I overheard was, “How can we write for an hour?” I pretended I had not heard that. This… Continue reading

This morning I felt different. As I was thinking about writing my slice I had many thoughts going on. I planned to write a beautiful slice about friendship, from a visit yesterday but decided to wait for another idea. I kept thinking as I want my slices this month to be about my day, this… Continue reading

We climbed up three floors to get to the top. The concrete stairs were dusty and had no banisters, instead the sides of the stairs were used as narrow stalls for imported products, mainly cosmetics and hair products. At each stall, a collection of products were piled high, sometimes showcased in a glass faced cabinet.… Continue reading

A wild breeze zooming around my ears A whir circling beside me Humming lightly to remind me it’s there Blinds blocking the pitch dark A leaf from my notebook slapping against my laptop Sometimes slapping against another The top of my desk strewn with all sorts of stationery My Bible beckoning Books many books some… Continue reading

Inspired by Clare Walker Leslie’s Book, The Curious Nature Guide, I wrote this from the chapter, “Begin Where You Are.” Early morning birds chirping Reminds me of my youth When the birds were in the city One a-plenty The crow, cawing The pigeons cooing Talking to each other Perhaps Was that a croak? I wonder… Continue reading

A few summers ago, I traveled to visit my Uncle S at an old people’s home in Maryland. A book I’m reading took me to a similar setting when the author described the protagonist visiting her ailing grandmother. The description in the book triggered this memory; the whiff of cleaning fluid that woke me up… Continue reading

It’s been a struggle fitting in my long walks this school year. My exercise regime has totally changed. Just pulling a bit here and there, literally. I figured out that waiting for the Saturday morning walk would not suffice, I decided to join S on the very early, morning walk, on the campus , a… Continue reading

A bash of greens  Hits your eyes Mesmerises your sight In pots, on beds, on tables Standing tall To the garden Capture the serene Changes one’s mood Heals your being From God knows where Plants talk to us In whispers  only we can ‘get’ only we can ‘capture’ only we can ‘understand’ An appreciation of… Continue reading