Kwaku is my younger brother… But he feels more like a son-brother to me than a brother. I have carried him on by back since he was a baby - I mean literally and figuratively.
I am glad he is able to rap and create his own music with style. It’s just wonderful seeing him change and grow everyday…. Every now and then I hope - that I am the father that he truly deserves to enable him realize his full potential.
I write. I sketch. I mull over things and I think about alternatives. http://incitedrafts.wordpress.com @sammidelali
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Other moments in Accra
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Vulnerability, delicate, feels
Vulnerable Is
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Coming to terms with Loneliness
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Life, Death, End
The going away of things
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relationships, Life, prose Poem
In time
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Life
In the end
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I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
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Fear of Forgetting
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socialanxiety, Mental Health, Life
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
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Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.
in Accra, Ghana