During my college years it was tacitly assumed that we all agreed that class should not be talked about, that there would be no critique of the bourgeois class biases shaping and informing pedagogical process (as well as social etiquette) in the classroom. Although no one ever directly stated the rules that would govern our conduct, it was taught by example and reinforced by a system of rewards. As silence and obedience to authority were most rewarded, students learned that this was the appropriate demeanor in the classroom. Loudness, anger, emotional outbursts, and even something as seemingly innocent as unrestrained…


There was a sheep called Ola that lived with other sheep in the valley of a mountain. One day, the shepherd came to them and said that that day they were all going to climb the mountain. Rumblings of fear spread out amongst the sheep because the mountain seemed so tall but the shepherd encouraged them. He said that although the climb would test them, they had everything that they needed within them in order to make it to the top. He also reassured them by saying that if one of them got lost, he would make sure to come…


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I like to play chess. I do, I enjoy it. I’m not the best at it, but I know my way around a board. I had started playing a couple of years ago. Sometime in 2019 I realised that I often didn’t win when I played as I hardly ever played to win. I always played for the sake of playing, afraid to make certain moves because I expected that I would fail. I realised that was how I was approaching things in my life too, never really putting the effort in to be successful, always making defensive moves so…


I laid in bed listening to the sound of the fan whirring above me with it sinking in that the thing that I had been writing on my new year’s intentions list for the past 3 years had finally happened. I was in Ghana. Somehow, in the month of October in the middle of a pandemic, I was in Ghana. I was ‘home’, is what my aunt kept saying. Whenever the words left her mouth I would watch them flutter around the room as if lost, as if not quite knowing where to land.

For most of my life I…


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Last year I decided to jump into the online dating pool. I can’t swim very well in real life so I don’t know why I thought this would be any different. The pool secretly was an ocean but despite that I did okay. I managed to dodge sparkly nets made of weak material and strange hands that were plunging haphazardly into water to see what could be caught and ate and after a while, I came across a net made out of well-crafted words and fun and thought, why not? I swam into it.

In open air he seemed to…

Mica Montana

blogs and stories about navigating relationships, career, personhood and faith.

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