*To the butterfly that never became a dragon*

Perhaps it was, 

the wrong place and wrong timing.

Wrong moves for the right type of Monarch. 

I see you.

Moult after Moult,

Emerging more glorious than the last time.

Liquid fire dances on your wings,

hypnotic and…

gracefully you take your place, 

dedicated to the motions 

You toil so honey may touch the lips of those in your court.

But with selfish hearts they reach out their hands and pluck out your wings…one after the other.

Maybe it’s a wrong vibe your youth sends out through the land whenever you beat your wings.

Maybe it’s a wrong rhythm my heart pounds whenever I think of your plight. 

Maybe you lingered too long in one place, for one flower.


We may never know. 

But butterfly, you would have been a dragon by now. 


Original photography by:Josephine Kuuire


Reassure us.


then change us from grotesque shadows of our former selves. 

Strain and watch the process with Your Eyes.

You let us know of Your presence,

that You would not leave us a minute too soon in the fire. 

Refine our souls oh lord

for that is what we seek too. 

the one remedy to the ramifications of history which has us in abstract straitjackets.

Send forth your angel Mercy

to give us living water when we ask for but a drop.

We say yes !

Transform the worldly conformations we’ve embraced over time. 


then reassure us.

Save us, again and again from that which seems to lurk within. 
(c) Charis2017

Isn’t it amazing?
How we all find our way back to the Altar.
With our bones tired and mouths parched from thirsting after everything other than the Living water.
When our eyes grow dim because we looked too long in the wrong directions…
everywhere except at Him on the cross.
We seek the light to illuminate us once more,to light our paths.
A holy breath to rejuvenate us.
We take a sip of the water, and like children,drunk with power,we ran to mischief.

Isn’t it disheartening?
The way we use ourselves over and over again but gain nothing in return.
instead we return home to the hearth that witnessed our births when all seems lost and we need a Shoulder to lean on.
Broken people, that’s what we are.
Compasses broken
visions compromised by our ignorance.

I thank God for Jesus.
I thank Jesus for the deed on the cross.
I thank the cross for existing so I have someone to look up to.
I thank God for His promises.
For in my my joys and tribulations.
He remains unchanged.
For renewal,for salvation, for the now and future.
I’m grateful.

Words;too many too late.

…sometimes I don’t know what to do with apologies, you know ? Do I keep them on a shelf like trophies or use them as a ladder (what we call experience) ? Either way,I don’t know… Neither feels right. 

-The Prodigal Returns

(c) Charis2017 

Photo credit:@islandbiophotography on ig


I feel a drift within

An uncertainty like how deep the sea really is?

It’s wavy out here

And I’m scared

Scared of the dots I can’t put together 

The photographs of still times are scattered across the oceans

And I wonder, will the images ever move again?

Will laughter still echo?

What will the waves swallow….



©OilRichBotuo 2017


the echoes of our love and laughter could be heard miles from the capital 

It was wavy out there for a while 

Our hearts paradoxically racing with fear and love 

Our minds awandering in the twirls of the cold night 

With the hope of a warm embrace 

The shackles of confusion broken by the power of love 

The bond of loyalty and truth etched forever in our hearts 

Never again shall we walk this path 

Never again shall we be adrift of each other 

Let it be known that we brewed our love in the pots of our hearts 

Laughter will surely echo 

As we walk the waves 

To the path of the original family’s ” Always and Forever”. 
© Nii Sowah Khartey 2k17

Original photography: Bryan