Costenos

This post is already too long. Cartagena wouldn't hold dear to me if it was just another Spanish inquisition Museum... jotting notes of the place reminded me oh so much of my home, Togo.

Medellín 🇨🇴

Medellin Teetering on the brim of the valley, as the city molded into a vat, resting pretty on the landscape dissipated into the sunset. Torpedoed at the orient by tall and hallucinating structures dominating the valley. Nights of a thousands stars, approaching or leaving the city is an unforgettable and

By virtue of aspirations to its ideal, I’m American

There’s no holiday that makes me more conflicted than the Fourth of July. Fan of history, geography and flags I knew how to sing the Splanged banner by 9 and wanted to join it’s Navy by 12. Just as today, by virtue of aspirations to its ideals: Life,

Today’s America, and the inability to rebut

When your authority’s cultural and moral values differ from yours, it may not matter whether you agree in essence, they simply are not yours; you then naturally seek to discredit that authority either by rationally poking holes at their values, which consequently could mean decimating yours as well in

Home Returning

Home is when your ailing uncle drained out of his blood, stares you in the eye bloodshed worried for you. Your only grief is one that time may heal, yet his life’s purpose is to humbly be about others. Home is the joy, the brotherhood, walking in the streets