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 

Chapter V

dear heart,

just do nothing. 

say nothing. 

be still.

quit interfering, 

and wanting to be something you’re not.

let my eyes be,

and my mind return to what it once was.

you make everything difficult. 

you seek for stars between the sky and earth. 

you set fires in fields,

then celebrate to see a shoot which survived your carnage. 

you turn whispers to shouts 

and pain to elation. 

you change my mind,

 and paint my heart in your colours. 

so stop, 

be still.

dear heart,

do nothing. 

be nothing. 


Blue Smoke 

The taste lingers in my mouth and my lips feel dry…

Mucus,gathering in my throat doesn’t feel quite right yet.

But I take another drag on my cigarette, 

Watching insignificant blue smoke curl up,

higher and higher into nothingness. 


White smoke rushes out,

masking my vision. 

But that’s fine, I feel more in control now.

Tapping against the coaster.


Settling more comfortably into my seat,

I see clearly through the screen of my own creation.

What matters truly and what doesn’t, 

What the years will do to you and what moments can unravel. 

I sit here, bathed in white.

And in those moments, 

I am.



3/05/2017 ​

Image courtesy of Google