RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

TRAFFICKED- FINALE There were times that she had to remind herself to breathe. It could all become overwhelming sometimes. Amina had just ended a call with the minister for gender, child and social welfare. The ministry had recently collaborated with her foundation to bring down yet another trafficking ring in Ghana. The last time she had heard of such good news was ten years ago.  Yes, that long ago!  But seeing the children liberated from the jaws of wicked people was worth the wait for her. Ten years ago, escaping from that hell hole led her from one blessing to another.  When she escaped, she was able to bring down the whole trafficking shebang with the help of Isaac whose effort was crucial in exposing all the top players in their warped game. Another blessing which was so unexpected was that her sister was alive! After making the news worldwide, she was approached by Fati and a kind benefactor. By then she Isaac had suddenly vanishe...

RANT MODE ACTIVATED The students that had gathered just outside the class where we were having our lecture had done so prematurely. An entire thirty minutes before our class was to end, why?! It is fine, you can gather, but at least can you tone down on all the noise? I mean, come on! So our  lecturer had to close us fifteen minutes early. The very moment they saw us packing our things, they rushed into the classroom. I was sitting quite close to the door. I put my book into my bag, lifted my face and guess where it landed? Yes, you guessed right! Right in between some lady's boobs! She was trying to put her bag on the seat next to mine and was waiting for me to vamoose my seat. Meaning, she had booked the seat for a friend (who was not there at the moment) with her bag and was going to take mine for herself. Typical! So yes poor me! I HAVE BEEN BOOBED! Anyway, her sorrys did nothing to stop my mind from immediately starting to formulate a blog post in my head base...

I've struggled so hard Told myself I'm different Until I realized the truth Everyone is different Different is the new common We all tried so hard to stand out We want to be noticed amongst the crowd Yet, there's no exception Not one at all We all the same; diverse Unfortunately, diverse is the new wrong It's been dubbed racism Yet, there's no exception Even brothers are troubled They've been made intolerant of one another Just because of diversity Christ made it clear He came common He wasn’t trying to be different He never segregated He's the son of God Yet, you; yes, you You think you're different Think again              by: Darah 🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳   Darah is a medical student who doubles as a night shift writer. With her words, she uplifts her Maker, spits gold like it's in her genes, and draws one masterpiece after another. 🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳🕳

I am antisocial. I feel like dealing with people is quite stressful. There is a way you should talk and you kinda have to squeeze yourself to be able to conform to the norm. Other times you have to over expand your personality in order to meet up with the occasion. And you know what, I am a little too used to being my queer little self to have to adjust to all that ... (fill in as appropriate.) But when I became a student leader of some sorts, I see how I am unravelling and adjusting my personality suitably and sometimes unsuitably to certain situations and circumstances. I am finding that I can be sarcastic when annoyed or unusually quiet when I am raging mad. But I have never once thought to pray that I am taken out of such a position because I am learning now how to deal with stress and how to deal with stress better than I usually do. I am learning to bring to the fore my original intent for going for this position (to serve the people) whenever I am making any decision co...

Phobia… If he is scared, they say he's weak Peril… If he goes for it, they say he's stupid There's a fine line between valor and idiocy But who decides this; man? Absolutely not What if risking it is due to fear A man fears mockery, hence he urged on But he's confronted with insecurities He decided; he'd rather be in insecurities than be mocked He then succeeds in insecurities So, he's called brave Man has forgotten that once he's stripped off his acquisitions He would stand no more His crown will forever bow He wouldn’t be able to fight his phobia A man once secured, a man who thrived in the toughest times He goes into rage, he breaks down;  He falls into blankness Society says 'the brave and mighty has fallen' Or better still, they say he derailed Though, he was never brave; he wasn’t mighty He finally met his phobia                      by: Darah

'stop imagining' the ad said I still don’t get it Isn't life about imaginations? 'become, don’t imagine' it further stated Without my visions, how will I become? Exertion without creativity from inner inspiration Turns into overt lethargy Could it be due to the trepidation of falling? And having no one by one's side? Truth is, everyone is petrified Too scared, they'd rather be in a safe zone Fear basically sucks life out of man The fear of success The dread of failing The anxiety of being in love… I could go on but there's always a catch You could be successful but not rich You could fail with or without trying And you could be in love but not with the one you wanted Then you'd make life worse than it could have been You'd wonder  where it all went wrong Was it when you loved? Or when you chose that career? But I tell you; it was when you stopped imagi...

I had hope Hope, that things could get better This sentiment was trifling It shouldn’t have been noticed But the hole in my heart was so vast So desperate, so desolate… Hope crafted illusions Some label it fantasies, I call it unrealities But I had this hope The odds of a new dimension It felt prodigious, so extraordinary, I felt new Within seconds, I was adrift Lost in this attraction, so engulfed; I overlooked reality My hope for humanity felt so unquestionable I had no second thoughts, no further verification I just held on to hope; held on so tight I didn’t even realize it was gone No, not until I felt empty again Not until I began to drown in veracity It hurt so bad, I craved for the indefinite But, perhaps there's no disparity The definite is the unknown Maybe hope is just a means to be happy What if they are feelings dependent on each other I'm still lost; but not in emotions Lost between the thin line of validity and...