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Aug 31, 20237 min read

Pain, Passion & Purpose: The Journey

“Mdara if this music shit never works out, I’d have wasted my life.” Yeah, that's it. That’s the profound drunken quote from a recent...

Aug 16, 20236 min read

Modern Loneliness Is Good Business

Homeostasis. That word sauntered into my lexicon during a Biology class in the October of 2010. I remember the teacher, Doc Blessing...

Aug 9, 20236 min read

The Parents Were Wrong. So Were We.

It is what it is. It’s 2003. A sunny afternoon finds my third-grader self kicking away at stones on the way home from RJ Davies Primary...

Aug 5, 20232 min read

ODE TO PAIN- 14 JUNE

A bus woke me up before sunrise and I haven’t been able to go back to sleep since. It’s not the first time this has occurred but I will...

Aug 5, 20233 min read

ODE TO PAIN- WHAT NOW?

You’ve heard it all before, dear graduate. It was a glorious occasion. You’ve had the time of your life. According to your relatives, you...

Aug 5, 20233 min read

ODE TO PAIN- LAST INBOX

Your sheets know no warmth when you’re sleeping with the enemy. Richard sighed as the dial tone was replaced by a voice he knew all too...

Aug 3, 20233 min read

OF AN ANGEL THAT FLEW AHEAD

Not everything I write should be read, but all of it should be written. A nurse found her with a boiled egg in her mouth. Death had not...

Jul 5, 20233 min read

REINTRODUCTION

Greetings, dear visitor. This is the Reecollections space. The tiny corner that is the brainchild of some immigrant creative who also...