*Written for the Ewe Gang family. Love the culture.* Notsie. Not a day goes by that my mother doesn't curse this town and the man who rules it. Not a day goes by that she doesn't curse our ancestors for settling here. She thinks I don't notice the tears, the pain in her eyes, the suffering of our tribes people. You're a little girl, she'd say to me. You don't know a thing. But I do. I'm a grown little girl. I see the bleeding scars on my father's feet because he tread on mud and straw mixed with broken glass to make bricks. You shall build this town with your blood, the man who rules this place had said. And that we did. I can't count all the scars on my elder brother's back from being whipped, or the number of times the evil guards have beaten my father because he'd always protect my older sister and I from being 'used' by the guards. She's just twelve, he'd shout at them, as they beat him with the blunt ends of their s...

I see the love all about me All the pegs fitting smugly in their holes With the exception of one, of course-me All i have left are the sores, still a bright red From trying to fit into holes where i didn't belong Or was simply not needed From making others my priority While i remain nothing more than a formality A mere afterthought Now i'm sitting here reminiscing And i realize it's all I've wanted my whole life Which i've never found And doesn't seem like i ever will The tears are only a constant reminder Of the outcast the world perceives me to be But i smile through them Forcing myself to acknowledge that maybe That's just how it was meant to be And hoping that one day, i'll see sunlight Where dark clouds once were And have someone i can finally call Friend.

*Title coined from the Butterfly effect in Chaos Theory, by American mathematician Edward N. Lorenz. Rest In Peace.* I'm fading. That is what's happening to me. Not physically, like those ridiculous Sci-Fi movies depict. I'm fading in the sense that the memories that I have had since childhood are getting vaguer and vaguer. This is going to be a story most people will not believe. I probably wouldn't have, had it not been my own experience. Four hours ago, I realized I was gifted with a power. Not superhuman strength, teleportation or the like. Time travel. but it wasn't as you've probably already envisioned. I didn't just disappear from the present and instantaneously reappear in the past or  future. it was slightly more complicated. I could only time travel in my imagination. And with that it was only the past. Never the future. And whenever I travelled, something minor had to be changed. And whatever change there was amplified over time and le...

I stand in amazement At your dumbfounding love Even in sin when I deserved judgement Cauldrons of mercy you sent from above My mind can’t fathom why An epitome of a blameless person Would ditch His heavenly place to die For sinners bound to worsen Even after all this We rejected your pierced hand And lived in feigned bliss Yet You called us yours, you gave us the brand We were on the path to eternal doom From the poisoned chalice we drank Even then You never once did fume Even when of sin we stank Patiently from darkness, you turned our hearts away Reached out Your hand, and drew us close Called us back when we went astray Fed us with love-overdose Now as Christians, in splendid isolation we stand With your scriptures as our traffic lights Guiding us to The Promised Land We proudly call ourselves The Savior’s Knights.

Its been years since your departure But it still feels like only yesterday; I remember the day oh so clearly Its like you never went away; Its been hard living with the sad truth that your gone But i can do nothing except move on; Accept the past as past And embrace the future; Pray and hold on to the possibility That your soul is safe and not in danger; Because just as the sun rises and eventually sets So do mortals live and eternally rest.