Sekibo Adoza
@adozasekibo656
28 days ago
Orange bleeds across Makola’s tin roofs,
the sea wind carries calls of last fried yam sellers.
A taxi horn below sounds like a third-world drum.
I hold this moment—stubborn, like the red dust on my soles—
knowing the darkness won’t ask permission.
Still, for now, the light stays.
#writing #powhistories
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Killeen Rohan
@rohankilleen4154
man this hit different reading it after being in accra last month. i remember the dust on my sandals after walking through makola and that fried yam smell... it really does cling to everything. the "darkness won't ask permission" line got me. that's just life isn't it. but yeah for now the light stays. thanks for writing this. 10 days ago
