Memories

Every day when I wake up I look into the mirror. I can’t believe my eyes So, I step closer and get nearer. Is that the way I look? Is that really my hairdo? I grab my brush and start To Get rid of the bad magooboo! How did it turn out like this? Was it all the tossing and the turning? I don’t even look like myself. My stomach starts it’s churning. Then I remember what my grandma said to me on that fateful day

It’s warm, sunny, and balmy today and it reminds me of my first summer in New Jersey. I remember those endless summers. I was 18 and brand new to the NYC area and brand new to love. Dan and I were incredibly poor, both of us starting over in his…

He wasn’t able to practice what he preached. Please, let’s settle one thing right now: Those of you desirous of reading an essay on racial, ethnic or gender equality, don’t expect that topic covered in this post. The discovery A meaningful day in my early youth was when my cousin…

In the product semantics class, one of the assignments I give to my students involves bringing an object that has been with them for the longest duration. These objects range from wearables, toys, jewelry, or even just a found object like a shell. The purpose of the exercise is to…

Meanwhile, I Also Became a Father of Two! — Seven years, 2555 days, 61,320 hours — that’s how long it’s been since Fortnite first landed in my life. Unmasking the Mirth Allow me to clarify why this digital playground persists as a bright beacon in the vast expanse of the gaming universe for me. Fortnite is not merely a game; it’s a…

As Ashesi's graduating class of 2023 prepare to walk the commencement stage, they reflect on their unforgettable memories #atAshesi. From cherished lecturers who left a lasting impact to the friendships they forged, these individuals carry memorable experiences that have shaped their time at Ashesi University.

The full saga — If you want unlimited access to this story and many others like it, use this link to sign up for a premium membership: https://medium.com/@cdtppy/membership. For just $5 per month, you will have unlimited access to Medium. This was my response to Keeley Schroder’s June 2023 Writing Prompt, Day 03: Have…

Life Begins at Forty. That was the title of the book on mom’s night stand. I remember it because at the age of five it was the first words I figured out how to read and now at forty, I can muse on what it means to really, really begin living. My worst nightmares have come and gone, and I can finally move forward. This month I’ll be leaving with my mom on a four week journey to Colombia to discover her home, culture and identity which for better or worse I have inherited. I live in South East England, a land of temperate climes with folks of temperate natures doing temperate things with…

I try to make it to an art gallery once a month on the weekend. The last art exhibition I visited was a solo exhibition of works by Chiharu Shiota titled “The Soul Trembles”. Previously, two weeks before the exhibition opened, Chiharu Shiota, and the exhibition’s curator, Mami Kataoka, for…