Naana Yawson
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Island of Love
The tropical island of Zanzibar was a place of unparalleled beauty, with its pristine beaches and lush greenery. The sun blazed down on the island, casting a golden glow over the landscape, while the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean sparkled in the distance. It was a place where one could truly escape the stresses and pressures of the world, and find peace and serenity in nature. The sun blazed down on the golden sands, warming the skin of Chioma, an Igbo woman from Nigeria, as she walked along the shore. The water was a deep, tropical blue that stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers and spices. It was here that Chioma met Dwight Johnson, an African American man from Chicago, and their lives were forever changed.
By Naana Yawsonabout a year ago in Families
Black Journal
June 12, 2019 ___ My legs felt encased in steel, every muscle tense and coiled tight. The ground beneath my feet was unforgiving, each step sending jolts of pain up my legs while crushing the soles of my feet. I pushed on, driven by a need to catch the sun as it dipped lower and lower into the ocean. The sand was a relentless adversary, filling my sneakers and making each stride more difficult, but I refused to let it slow me down. My heart was pounding in my chest, synchronizing with my footsteps, and I could feel the cold air rushing into my lungs, invigorating me even as it threatened to steal my breath away.
By Naana Yawson2 years ago in Journal
The Cocoa Farm
Syncopated rhythms played together to create the perfect beat on the tin roof. Orchestrated by the rain, these rhythms dissolved into dissonance as the rain got heavier. These sounds grew louder until it no longer sounded like rain but like a car whose engine refuses to start. The beat was then enhanced by sounds of thunder and flashes of lighting. Ashanti curled into her bed, soaking the warmth of her cotton cloth. The piercing feeling of the springs in her bed overshadowed the least bit of comfort her cloth was giving her.
By Naana Yawson3 years ago in Families