My Liberian Loving
Love in the heart
Its beating like the peaceful cultural drums of Lofa.
Two ethnicities joined by a pure bond of true and indestructible love Continue Reading
Liberian Loving
LIBERIAN LOVING
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
Loving in Liberia
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
Love on the Cavalla
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
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DECONTEE (Everything Has Time)
In no time Kla was at Lassana’s house. Okay, go ahead ‘Scrapper in love’ tell me exactly what happened today. Lassana said, putting aside everything. “I got a missed call from Decontee today,” Kla begun to elucidate, “so I used one of my course-mates’ phone (Gbalee) to call her because I was out of airtime. She told me that she wanted to go for lunch at the cafeteria with her friends. Immediately, my smile died because I couldn’t meet her request at the time, so I lied that I was in Pleebo.” Continue Reading
MY VOW
Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent. Your laugh is contagious. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day. I take you as you are now, tomorrow and for eternity to come, to be my husband. Continue Reading
Auto Draft
What if I had listened to that one person I needed to know? Would I have been in a better position? Maybe I should embrace the hurts right? One thing’s for sure, they all leave you with experiences so bad yet so good for growth. We still don’t deserve that. It’s high time you know that it’s a relationship not a bank. Why do you guys make it so hard? Prioritizing the wrong things. Continue Reading
Liberian Loving
Months passed again. We were all doing our own thing. Then October came. There was a tarry at church so we were both there. During the tarry, something about him caught my attention. Continue Reading
ONE OF MY LOVING EXPERIENCES IN LIBERIA
Some time later, I started seeing her again. Despite the fact that she had her boyfriend now, we did our same normal things we used to do (you should know the normal things.) I let her know that I couldn’t tell her I loved her even though I did, because of reasons known to myself. She started to weep out of confusion of who to choose now, her boyfriend or me. I did not tell her to choose anybody. Even though I knew she’d choose me, I’m not selfish enough to let her do that now. Continue Reading
Deepu: a Definition of Divinity
Somewhere on the Grain Coast,
The tenderness of affection in a mother’s name–Deepu–
Sinks deeper than the ‘pu’ (as in pool) it purifies. Continue Reading
