11 + - 11......

We stood there at the parade grounds with our all neat Monday school looks. Though my uniform was older than me, I still made sure it always was the greatest. Fuseni, who stood right behind me, playfully would dip his hand into my back pocket as if to rob me and at each time he did that I would...

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The Cassava Too Is A Fruit

We lived and grew beneath the soil Joyful in our minds that we toil To someday come out us cassabreties Signing autographs at festivities Shoulders lifted up high Teeth pushing out when saying 'hi' It was morning, we heard harsh knocks First time disturbed in our sweet underworld The ants and termites say, “They can't be visitors” True, they started hitting with rocks We run deeper into the soil...

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Minutes with a Dead Friend

(By Kweku Atta Crayon ) I know its you coming, but must you keep blowing all my papers away and shutting the door like you got issues with me. Look you got the curtains flying outside. Ok calm down man, I know why you here.                    I...

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She Left with My Saturdays

 (By: Kweku Atta Crayon ) Another Saturday is here and it makes me miss her the more. I am sitting at the windows and eating the morning sun rays. That's where she normally would come behind me and ask in her melodious voice, "what would you take for breakfast besides the sun" and we both...

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