You are carefully crafted because you are art—
Look at your artistic stretch marks that form its own patterns through seasons as your body makes changes.
You are second to none; even your famous Liberian jollof can not be compared.
My Liberian girl, you are captivating; captivating enough to have the King of Pop sing of you— yes you, you are a world changer; Continue Reading
Youjay did not gift me flowers;
A native boy from Neekren knew none of these.
Although I never experienced LEC;
Youjay’s presence was the light of my life. Continue Reading
For five years I’ve shared
Immeasurable bond and shatter-proof love
With my guy
My best buddy,
The buttered popcorn at my movie night
The dudu to my fufu
My very best friend. 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
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
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
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
Every time I got hurt, in an effort to up my self esteem or move on, I got involved with someone else, whether I cared or not and I always felt better – temporarily of course. I had simply been covering the fresh wounds with band aids. Let me tell you why I feel this way. Continue Reading
