I’m super excited to host my first guest blogger on poetry et al. I’ve not met Amma yet, but for a long time, I followed her posts keenly. Her lines would usually carry more than the ordinary weight of words, and I wondered…who, was behind that awesome blog I loved getting email notifications from.
So I happen to meet her on twitter and heck, we just had to talk. When she sent me her post, reading became very difficult. I would cringe as the words got sour. It was like painful recollections that anyone could relate to; habits, often not the good ones.
In the little part of my existence, I recall my own mother perhaps twice or a couple of times more, ask me to desist from something before it got too late. And now I wonder, what if it had?
Well, I give you Amma Konadu’s Old Habits…die.
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UPSILAMBA!!! 
Oh my word. Powerful, poignant, so real, so raw. So brilliantly moving. 🙂
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