Stream of Consciousness
My Human Rights Case Against Ghana Police, Immigration & Gov.
Thursday, 13 February 2025 By: TB Obwoge For the better part of 2024 been trying to find an international human rights lawyer, being I've been ignored by even Ghanaian lawyers such as Richard Dela Sky and Oliver Barker. I then decided to move on my own.
By IwriteMywrongsabout a year ago in Confessions
Children Who Remember
Do you believe in reincarnation? The idea that souls can return to the world in new bodies has fascinated people for centuries. Many religions, particularly those rooted in Eastern philosophies, are built around this concept. But beyond faith and tradition, there are eerie stories—unexplained, mind-boggling accounts—of children who seem to remember past lives in remarkable detail.
By Zamieeabout a year ago in Confessions
All aboard the hot mess express. Content Warning.
It all started last week when my labs before treatment came back with high kidney levels and low blood pressure. So it it got rescheduled for Feb 4th. February fourth came and for some reason, my blood pressure was pretty low. They were slightly concerned but we continued anyway. I fell asleep for a while during treatment and woke up sweating so badly. We assumed it was a hot flash and didn’t think it was something serious. I went home that night and hydrated as best as I could before falling asleep for that night.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Confessions
The Cost Of Lying
Honesty is the foundation of any healthy relationship, whether romantic, familial, or professional. When trust is shattered by dishonesty, the damage can be long-term and, in some cases, irreparable. While some may argue that little white lies are harmless or even beneficial, the reality is that dishonesty, no matter how small, can undermine trust and weaken the relationship between people. In this article, we will examine the many ways lying can destroy relationships, why honesty is paramount, and how to rebuild trust once lost.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Confessions
Yet life goes on, Following the rules of life. AI-Generated.
Yet life goes on Following the rules of life years have passed like a slow, unrelenting tide of purpose. There was once a belief that the future held promise, that the passing of time would bring growth and fulfillment. Instead, it has only magnified an overwhelming emptiness. Others have moved forward—married, traveled, built lives filled with experiences that seem unattainable. Meanwhile, existence has become a mere shadow, slipping further behind with every moment.
By Banik Sojibabout a year ago in Confessions
Narcissistic Ex-Partner:
When I first met my ex, they seemed perfect. They were charming, confident, and attentive. I thought I had found my dream partner. But the relationship turned out to be a cycle of manipulation and emotional highs and lows. It took me a long time to realize I was in a relationship with a narcissist.
By Wilson Igbasiabout a year ago in Confessions
Echoes of the Lighthouse
The storm raged outside, the waves crashing violently against the shore. From her small cottage near the coast, Amelia Harper stared at the lighthouse in the distance. It had stood there for nearly a century, abandoned for years, yet holding secrets no one had ever uncovered.
By Hridoy Hasanabout a year ago in Confessions
Whispers of the Old Library
The air inside the library smelled of aged paper and dust, a scent Evelyn Carter had grown to love over the years. Nestled in the heart of her small town, the Carter Library had stood for nearly a century, its towering wooden shelves holding thousands of untold stories. Evelyn, a part-time librarian and aspiring writer, often found herself lost in its quiet corners, flipping through old books and imagining the lives of those who had once read them.
By Hridoy Hasanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Forgotten Melody
Sophia had always been drawn to the old piano in her grandmother’s house. It stood in the corner of the dusty living room, untouched for years. Its once-polished wooden surface had dulled, and the ivory keys had yellowed with age. Yet, whenever she visited, she found herself tracing her fingers over the keys, wondering about the stories they once told.
By Hridoy Hasanabout a year ago in Confessions
