At night,
When the need to speak sits heavy in his throat like a log,
He will have to be louder than my mother’s midnight prayers.
She shouts in so many languages that He’d struggle with which one to answer. Continue Reading
As there is a thin line between love and hate, I must admit, loving a person has never felt this great.
They say time heals all wounds, but some wounds cannot be healed ‘cause with permanent scars, they have been sealed.
How do you mend a broken heart? How do you get back up, and where do you start? Continue Reading
The next day, we reached my father’s village. Like any Liberian would do after not laying eyes on your relative for years, groups of women jumped from under a hut and ran towards us, one hugged my dad, another lifted me up to her chest. “Ke! dyor gaar ke uh dyu gar whein chaa waa”, a lady told her sisters how my dad and I resembled. Continue Reading
Humming mercilessly in our ears
Giving us sickness that makes us cold
Burning with fever,
A heavy load Continue Reading
On June 20, 2020, Sleepless in Monrovia (SiM) held its second Roundtable Event. This was SiM’s first virtual event and it was on the topic “LGBTQ+ Equality & Acceptance in Liberian Communities,” It was an integral part of SiM’s yearly celebration of Pride Month. The panelists for a SiM Roundtable are: i.) an expert well versed in the topic at hand ii.) author(s) of SiM with a published piece on the topic, and iii.) representative(s) from SiM’s administration. Continue Reading
I personally think that this era of media lends itself to controlling people much more completely and that our whole sense of existence is tied up with the ability of people to think differently than what the mass culture tells them. How can we fix this? The answer to this question is what I am yet to find. Continue Reading
Global Majority (Hisses teeth and rolls eyes): Not a good idea. We stand with Israel. Most of the victims in Palestine seem to be Muslims — we hate Muslims. Screw humanity, we’re talking about Muslim lives which does not matter. Please, leave us so we can discuss something more relevant. Continue Reading
i hold school like the holy trinity, father/son/& the holy spirit. but here in my country,our schools are running short of blessings. it’s like sometimes in april, when bullets from angry men flooded our father’s home, & our mother’s… Continue Reading
As I have lived through my traumas and in this quest of love with a village of other people, some of us have lived dodging all roads that lead to that dreadful past but hope for a brighter future; some of us are still struggling to get over whatever trauma we have lived; Continue Reading
let it remain sung in hymns
and pipes
how we fused on a day of
strife
our desires, our dreams, our
goals
how we mold them out o’er the
horizons Continue Reading
