Last Sunday we got on the plane from Accra to Tamale Airport. I got the strange sensation of that Camilla and I were wildlings and we were about to conquer the north, behind the wall. Because it is a wall, it seperates the “rich and the rich poverty” of Accra from extreme poverty in theContinue reading “Sweltering heat, Warmer humans”
A couple of weeks back my world was terribly, hauntingly grey.
There lies truth in the morning All dark except from shimmers of golden rays A humbleness to the world As if it awoke for the first time Unaware of the circle of past, present, future Of its’ inhabitants Of its’ issues You are ill world I’m not the first to tell you this The citizens ofContinue reading “Our Independent Earth”