Posted in Make We Go, Poetry


To tell you, my body aches from being in places that throw me away. And having to exhume selves to perform smiles. The only travelling I find I can put words to is this one. The only travelling I have done today sitting down with my mind. And a fear swallowed me and threw me up like a thing unwanted – not salted enough. too spicy. too much to be gulped down. And I have thought of writing you a happy poem. So you know I don’t carry demons. all seasons. I failed.



How has your week been? How was your weekend? Mine was largely enjoyable.
This is the 6th in the #makewego poetry collection.
Do check out the entire collection so far.
Also, don’t be in a hurry to leave. Spend some time around here; use the menu to navigate wherever you wish to.
We’re also getting far in our novel, #whenlovestays. Find and read all the chapters so far here.

I’m on social media. Let’s be friends over there. Also I post poems most days of the week there.
@awotwumwaah_ on Instagram
@awotwumwaah on Twitter
M’afua Awo Twumwaah on Facebook


©Awo Twumwaah 2018.



I write poetry and fiction. I also write non-fiction that shares my life, how I'm living it and how I perceive the world around me. I'm hugely influenced by my faith and Ghanaianism. I don't own a library yet and Christian rap music currently owns my music apps.

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