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Home is where the heart is.

Home is where I feel safe, loved and important.

I easily feel at home and so act as if the world revolves around me. Always.

You always find me. You find me when I stray in search for greener pastures. Like the patient father you are, you hold me and tell me sweet lies when I fall so bad that it tears up my insides and destroys my soul. When all the lions bare their teeth at me and tug at pieces of my soul in an attempt to make me bleed. They tried to bury me by driving my head between my knees just to uproot my demon of rebellion. You unfortunately, still manage to find me! And your timing has never been better!

You are my home.

You knew me before you saw me. You heard me speak before you even spoke to me. You cared for me before i even had an inkling as to who you were. I had heard of you alright… Jesus this, Jesus that, Jesus saves. I knew all this but had never spent a second of my life considering how much my actions affected you. Never. But you still loved me. I will stray 3000 more times but you will find me 3001 times – that I can bet my entire life savings on.

You are my home.

I look at you and wonder. What at all did i see in you? In fact, what am I seeing? Nothing extraordinary. There is nothing beautiful or majestic about your appearance – nothing to attract me to you. Had I met you in a different state at a different time, I would never have noticed you. I might have despised you and not even learnt your name. You would have considered me rude and because I don’t give an effing damn about your feelings, I wouldn’t care. We cannot please everyone, can we?

You are my home.

I am self-opinionated. I am viciously manipulative and will fight tooth and nail to get what I want. I even begun World War 4 just to keep you safe from their prying eyes. I was an endeavour as useless as WW3; retaliating and tweeting vengefully about nuclear weapons never solved anyone’s problems. Across continents, countries and presidents – back and forths are simply a waste of time! Solve Ruth’s problem and all will be perfect again. You my beautiful mind, will simply not listen to me. You just keep annoying me until I need to strangle you to breathe well. You fight me on every matter and non-metaphorically cut my soul into pieces every second. I have no need for the likes of you and your species. I would rather remain a 50 year old spinster who lives alone with her white cat!

But you are my home.

You were my home 19days ago and you are my home today. You were my home before I was conceived and you will still be my home in 19more days. I would like you to be my home forever, but who at all am I? What have I done to deserve a being as magnificent as you? I will never in a million years deserve you. I would even not recommend myself to another me!

But you are my home.

I love staying at home. In my room, on my bed, with the fluffiest and most comfortable duvet cocooning me. You my love, will not even spend 40 more minutes of your precious sleep time with me because I talk too much. I will forever keep talking, and you will unsurprisingly keep listening. I care too much to allow you to waste your life. Afterall, it still is my greatest purpose to bring the entire world to Him.

So I will forge on and advance. I will take the blind leap and keep praying with all my heart that my glass remains half-full.

Because you are my home.

Be my home, now and forever!

With Love,

Your Sweet Advocate.

Dedicated to all the independent minds I know. To those who never say never.

Special Mentions:

  1. Munney kÉ› Naa.
  2. Nii Obuobisa, the second Nii in my life.
  3. My homes.

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DISCOVERY DAY 18: ZOOM

I desire connection… Human connection.

Attempt to confirm this in 2019 and you might not have received an answer. I would have simply laughed or told you that I really needed to finish Money Heist 3 or watch the newest Ellen Pompeo failure. I would rather die than admit that some random guy — extremely undeserving of me — had broken my heart. I would keep quiet and allow you to tease me and tbh, I would smile and laugh with you until I forgot my pain… all on my own.

I am a sanguine.

I can fool for Africa. Trust me, I CAN fool for the world!! I could do this so well that the BBC would write a news article praising me for my many achievements at such a tender age. True, I would have to write that article myself and cry on about 5 people to get them to convince BBC that I was worth interviewing… But I could do it. Especially if I were bored and stuck in the house with nothing exciting to do aside torturing my parents. Aside from challenging every single “Christian act” of theirs. Besides insisting and proving from the scriptures for hours on end, that

#AkuaPokuahWrites is only human.

You cannot expect me to pass my exams and never fail… But still be proud of me when I win an award like “Most likely to start a protest”. Oh they would not necessarily be proud. After all, protest, protest, 3nna 3y33 de3n?? But I would win this award and tell Women Deliver the next moment that I have begun a successful protest in Africa… In my muddy room which houses 7 brothers and 2 pregnant sisters. My dad died of COVID19 and my mom lost her business just two days prior to the planned protest. I could narrate this so convincingly that you would — hands down! — attest to my dramatic nature. It is not deep. It never is. Never was.

I am just an apportunist.

I love to live. Have fun. Enjoy myself. Be what i want. Do what i want. To anyone and everyone. One spoken word artiste I know (whom I will probably minister with on BBC one day – he is that good) and one extremely annoying twat were so irritated that I cried. They are literally the worst. I have forgiven them. But they can metaphorically go to hell and I would be unconcerned. Who cares about friends who only see the worst in you? #AkuaPokuahFeels does not. Unless I need you of course. And need you I will. I have to pass my final MB. After all, my aim is: If in my final MB, I am given a long case which is a urological clinical case, I will be —

Nope. That was never my aim – had never been, might never be. I only had to make this my aim for two entire weeks of my life because one extremely-opinionated self-righteous young man, the LOML actually, forced a group of 12 students to recite this every morning. We hated it of course! Or not. I just disliked the concept. So I decided to rebel. I would intentionally not recite it, then quickly recite it in my head at 11.59.59AM but meekly and truthfully raise my hand as a part of those who recited it “this morning in their rooms before stepping out”. I would raise my hand and feel justified bc I didn’t need early morning recitals to pass. Granted, I have no intention of failing my final exam. Not in the least bit! But any attempt to alert this young man to this personal reality would lead to an extra 2hours of story-telling. Amazing stories mind you… but not too necessary at the time. Not necessary to me because I maybe had to do something for a church that morning which caused me to miss my daily two-year Bible plan reading, or I simply forgot! Need I go on?

I am brutally honest.

Just ask and I will tell you.

But never attempt to lie to me.

Because I will find you, and I. WILL. KILL. YOU!

This piece is dedicated to a man whose forgiveness I need to be able to sleep at night. Help me tell him please!

Special mentions:

  1. Akana the Ubuntu Ambassador. I like him too much.
  2. Zeina the fashionista. She loves her BF.
  3. All my healthy food and mango lovers