Author: William Adjei-Tuadzra

It was some six hundred days after the Winneba Junction accident. Besiwa was stepping out in two armpit crutches for the first time. What a loss! What a calamity? She’s lost her left limb, mother and a little brother, all as a result of one reckless driving she in no way contributed to. The nurses tried helping her hitch on the armpit crutches but she felt swayed. The first unaided attempt nearly spoilt doom because she felt too light, teary, sweaty and wavy. The nurses and the rehabilitation team were on recess watching her in order to restrategize. The adoptive…

Silence is never empty. It’s rather filled with unspoken answers whose paralinguistic constituents are in a constant relationship with the past and the future. It’s the most loaded paralinguistic subtext. Silence is a fool’s only foolproof defense against the wise, while the latter offer the same in response to questions from any intolerable source.

When echoes from the clock’s tock hastened slowly Without a corresponding tick in the chambers of memory, Making an aural appeal of melancholy And imprints on the sands of time sing of recovery Calling for a voluntarily conspicuous glimpse, That’s when we stood on the sanctimonious overpass With a hypocritical aberration on institutional collapse. Refusing to mention our created crass. The truth was far fetched: mouths spoke truths Instead of speaking reasonable golden silence; The heart knew nothing about these truths. Truths spoken in in the absence of conscience. And we said: “We have found a new world!” And…

EMEFA Great, graceful gait, trendy tread, Swaggish sway, incarcerating smile! Curvy defense, artistic contours Work of the Greatest artiste, 16 @ 52, puppetry in menopause, Ayigbe gazelle, National conversation stopper, Millennium face turner, But in all these, Friendly moralist. How much more joy you carry That I wish I could be made to know! Race away not with my feeble heartbeat Just let your warmth provide needed heat. K. Shakespeare Tema Oct, 2019.

When the wait is over, When the carping ends in corporate encomiums, And the victim turns victor because the centre can now hold, That is when we shall, with naked eyes, face the naked truth: If there is something to learn from history, It is that man never learns from history. The old axiom: A wise man learns from his mistakes, and the wisest from others’, Only exists in the quoted chambers of memory. When the bridges have been burned in protest, How do we bus lovers and enemies to our celebration? When we took an eye for an eye…

In a hurry, Evans left behind the parcel I labelled: “To Kojo, by chocolate cream hero, on his birthday.” It was an unexpected but inevitable hurry. Days later, my husband chanced upon it, and that made the difference in my marriage of thirteen years. Chocolate was my weakness, and I wondered why; I just needed to scent it and all hormones for the effectual cross-fertilization of warm human collaborative emotion starters  came alive. James, my husband knew it. He used chocolates to lure me when I was a teenager. He used to steal from his mother’s shop to feed my…

The day he died was like any other day. He woke up at 6:10 a.m., after several snoozes on his two mobile phones. The first alarm had gone off at 5:10 a.m., but he was too weak-willed to rouse himself from sleep. He was surprised by how drastically he had changed. The man, some eight years earlier, had been a completely different person. He used to teach at six different regular and remedial high schools simultaneously, a man whose working hours never seemed to end. His days were a blur, and the only thing that mattered was the constant push…

Today was Friday and Morgan International Community School had just trodden their bitterestrivals in a competitive football match. The fun in it was that Morgan chalked up this feat by pipping a home team. Mubarak Jaye was at the centre of it all, the lone goal hero, the goalkeeper who braved the odds by hacking on a loose ball in midfield, dazzling defending ball-watchers to de-wing the top flight football team of a 25year old IB/IGCSE school. That was their first home defeat in the 21st century, thanks to Morgan International Community School. The team coach, Callistus Sullo could not…

Kersten come succeed Kwame wey she happy waa. But dat ting happen dem times wey dema poppy travel go peace-keeping. In fact, e be de old boy wey make wey Kersten fall give Kwame but de wey ein daughter dey die give de nigger san bore am, and dat be why e do what e do noh. But as Kersten poppy dey do de tings, Kwame talaku dey watch am; e be one ting perh wey he talk, but de old boy no take am serious biaa. Kwame say “Sir, time go come wey you go talk true”. Dat be…

Kersten no sheda be bad girl. She be fine girl; ein body fine. Ein top she dey ron guys but she dey use ein twin sister ein name dey cover up. But one tin be say she no dey allow de niggers make dem grind am. She be smart girl pass wey sake of sey she den Christine dey look alike-a, if she do de tings wey dem barb am-aa, she go talk sey ebe Christie wey do am. E check like Kersten naa make cool and quiet so people dey believe am pass ein sister. De two of dem…