when yaa gyanfuah threw her eyes on the mirror walls of the restaurant she saw the debris of what was love on her face
Author: Oppong Clifford Benjamin
WHY ARE BOYS LIKE THIS? (a short story by Oppong Clifford Benjamin)
Boys who are approaching their 30s with big dreams in their hearts and a taste for luxury and glamour live in some kind of imaginary world. The above statement will make you think I am about to tell you a story of the wishes and dreams of some boys who, on a Saturday afternoon, gathered… Continue reading WHY ARE BOYS LIKE THIS? (a short story by Oppong Clifford Benjamin)
ON REPUTATION, LIFE & DEATH (AN ESSAY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)
It is not death we must pray against or fear but rather sickness. Because sickness leaves us in between standing for life and falling for death. To be sick is to battle for life against death. It means something is coming for your dreams and aspirations, something is erasing your name gradually from the living and at the same time registering your name in the books of death.
CHUKWUEMEKA AKACHI: AN AFRICAN KNOWS NO DEPRESSION – (COMMENTARY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)
So the brilliant and successful Nigerian writer, Chukwuemeka Akachi died in suicide and I am not moaning. Akachi had nothing in life to trade for life. He was only waiting on death to come for him. But when death wasn’t coming for him, he rather ran to embrace it. He needed to end it all.… Continue reading CHUKWUEMEKA AKACHI: AN AFRICAN KNOWS NO DEPRESSION – (COMMENTARY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)
BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOW (Episode 1)
My host’s thick voice was smooth in my ears when he spoke through the phone to me ‘My other wife will pick you up at the airport.’ I swallowed dense air and allowed his words to settle in my mind. But he sensed a disturbing anxiety in my ugly silence. ‘Arnold, you are my… Continue reading BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOW (Episode 1)
MY LOCER TURNS TO A WITCH ON SUNDAYS by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
I was as sure as faith and dance as darkness and its absence and as heaven and humans- I had no doubt that God was here And that God was there too; In sins, He was here and in the holiest of holies, He was there. It was a dark room under a dark rainy… Continue reading MY LOCER TURNS TO A WITCH ON SUNDAYS by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
WE ARE TIRED OF GROWING by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Over here, life is on pause like Auntie Fafa’s uncompleted structure. On its half course walls, red markings read ‘Stop work, produce permit by KMA’. It has been there since I learned how to travel and left for the city. Over here, we are short of oxygen. Goats and men walk down the same road… Continue reading WE ARE TIRED OF GROWING by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
NAKED TIDES by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Have you ever seen the sea undress Throwing its waist about to impress Coming closer in tides to you seduce While you scream more for the juice The tides The sea You Me Are we mysteries to keep or ancient science so deep? We looked into the eyes of the erotic tides The current at… Continue reading NAKED TIDES by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
OUR ARTIFICIAL AFRICA: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
When the birds were heard rapping Stead of singing and wings flapping It was obvious some things had gone wrong And nature wouldn’t have them to its belong When Coca Cola replaced coconut Our women dress fine, somewhat Men feel more presentable in suit and tie Take every drink with a meat in pie Africa… Continue reading OUR ARTIFICIAL AFRICA: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
THE CURSED OLD MAN: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
It was eighty four days without fish The old man had always made a wish to catch even a catfish and make a dish But the sea had cursed him and the apparent wind made swish The sun died in his boat that night and he murmured a song to his delight He had returned… Continue reading THE CURSED OLD MAN: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin