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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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...