Their bones are decaying now. The soil has swallowed up their chests And all that is left are their skeletons Fighting against the chemistry of the Earth Here, where they once danced and played. Nothing is left, but untold… Continue Reading
I met Tanneh at the airport in Ghana. I was checking in for my flight back to Monrovia when this beautiful lady walked up to me and said “Please how much does your bag weigh, I have 4kg in excess… Continue Reading
Love has always been the hydro that has been keeping our relationship alive. To say we fight is an understatement because we aren’t perfect, but what we have is rested upon the foundation of honesty and transparency. Continue Reading
We blame people when we are broken not knowing that it’s part of life and it should happen. We want to skip the storms, the bumps, the hills and the mountains. We want to go faster than the speed we’re able to maintain. At the end, we lose control and slide off the road. That’s when a broken heart hurts the most – because at that point, the pain is unusual and new and there’s no motivation to look back at. Continue Reading
A few days ago, we woke up to some troubling news from our neighbouring counterpart Guinea about a second outbreak of the deadly Ebola virus. At the time of the writing of this piece, there are seven cases and at least three deaths. The largest Ebola outbreak to date started in Guinea in 2014 and continued up to 2016, spreading in Liberia and Sierra Leone. More than 28,000 people were infected and more than 11,000 lives were lost. Continue Reading
Remembering Love by Soakapeh A. Weh-Dorliae wins third place in Seek Lib * Sleepless in Monrovia’s Writing Competition. Continue Reading
Liberian Loving by Janetta Konah won 2nd place in Seek Lib * Sleepless in Monrovia’s Writing Competition. I often find myself mystified, unable to speak the words clipped themselves to the tip of my tongue how do I describe… Continue Reading
Last night I had a dream
In that dream I died, I woke up as an eagle
I flew across the seven seas to meet you
But you left
to mourn my death
I was the color black, you wore me in your times of grief
So I went back and became a tree
I grew in your backyard
And watched you sleep
I became your blanket
However, when I think about it, this insane culture of rape and violence is really reinforced by y’all. Your despicable, appalling, vile, misogynistic, entitled selves are even the main ones who show that it is okay to feel entitled to a woman’s body (or a man’s body) and that it is okay to act, even violently, out of your entitlement. Continue Reading
Therefore, similar to how weapons were placed in people’s hands for defense, we need to put tips, knowledge, and words of wisdom in the ears, minds and hearts of our children as survival tools to help them live and thrive in a world where racism, sexism and discrimination of all sorts are norms. We saw these norms play out earlier this month when the US capitol building was overtaken by white supremacists, all while being watched by cops who were scared of them. Continue Reading
