Say It!

This is one  written with a dear friend of mine, Master Kwbena Donkor , a fellow writer and a smart young man. I do hope you like it.. Dear Brain, You were right and I'm sorry. In my not so long life my experiences have taught me that the heart is naive. It trusts so easily and gets broken so often. The heart's only job is to pump blood not take life-altering decisions. Love is not a matter of the heart but of the brain. Love is a choice not a feeling. I guess I learnt that too late. Dear Brain, I blame you for all the stupid mistakes I make. Okay, fine, maybe not all and maybe only a little bit. Not all because you do prompt me. Sometimes. But your prompting must be very feeble if I almost always end up following the heart. And I almost always come back crying and hurt, Presenting you with another opportunity to give me that smug smile smile and the cliche 'I told you so'. But Brain, You aren't really that smart, you know. It's just that you are more

So I've been away for a bit. I'm not happy about it and I hope I've been missed. But I hope too,  that is good enough. This is one I wrote with a person who wants to remain anonymous. And he's not even a regular writer. I'm so proud of what we've done here and I hope you like it too. Please, don't forget to share your thoughts about it. Him: Delilah, Delilah, they say thou art baddeth for me; They say thou destroyed Samson and thou shall destroy me. Delilah, Delilah, I heed not the caution of the world; The passion in your eyes is enough even if thou deceiveth me.                                                     Her: Oh how, my darling, can I deceive thee? With Samson I had nothing to lose; with thee I have everything to lose For thou hast kindled a fire within me- Nay, thou hast kindled THE fire within me.     Him: Delilah, Delilah, they say thou art baddeth for me, Yet your words soundeth so sweet in my ears You're everything I want in

We all have memories. Some good, some not-so-good. Some we wish we would forget but we never do, we wish had never happened. But that's okay. Regrets are a part of life. Otherwise the word wouldn't be a part of language. It is normal that we look back and wish we had done something differently, maybe better, more or less. I can recount several occasions on which I would literally cringe with embarrassment at the way events turned out. In my room. Sometimes I scream and my little sis just knows I'm having one of those moments; she's got them too. I'm sure youve got them too. Certain things happen and there's nothing you can do about it. Maybe then it may seem like the worst thing ever but sometimes you look back and realize it was a good thing dressed in tattered clothing. Like the time I went out without any money. Crazy, right? I'll tell you how it happened. I like to match colours when I can in my dressing. So I change purses to match too (not that I hav

So we're back here again, at the beginning of a new year. 2016 is here. We’ve said our Hello's and Hi’s and we’re getting to know each other with each day that passes. She’s an acquaintance. We can never say for sure that we know her until her last passing day. And even then it becomes “I knew her. She was good to me” or “I wish I could erase her from my mind”, like a bad memory. But until then we’re still learning. We don’t know what she has for us, but we have plans and hopes. Some of us wrote down our promises to her and we’ve already broken some, no judging. Some of us choose to live by the day, cool. Whatever your plan is, I hope at least that you did an evaluation and assessment of yourself from last year. Like the targets you missed, friends you lost and made, things you’re proud of yourself for and stuff like that. I want to believe that whatever we do this year is based on things we did last year that either worked or didn’t work. Which only shows that we are really le