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My Big Fear And My Little Faith

Last week, my co-workers and I at the Canadian Centre For Bio-Ethical Reform went on…

The Future Of My Blog

This year marks 5 years since I created SlowToWrite.com. That’s 5 years since I committed…

Dear Police Officers

I was a five-minute walk from home when a police car abruptly stopped beside me.…

Hardship and Friendship

Sometime last year, I walked out of a building to walk unto a bus. That’s…

My 10 Favourite Bands And Solo Artists

If you follow me on social media, you know I love music. So after I…

The Lonely, Elderly Man

Some time after seven in the morning, his eyes move to the ceiling, before his…

My 10 Favourite Podcasts

I recently noticed the number of podcasts I was subscribed to was starting to look…

My Pen Doesn’t Pick Up My Stammer

My pen doesn’t pick up my stammer. It doesn’t capture my fears in a volume.…

Do Not Weep When I Die

Two weeks ago, I received a phone call from mom, and she immediately said, “Sammy,…

Ghana Isn’t My Home Anymore

Mom was quiet on the train. They all were. My little siblings were quiet too.…