Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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Passionate blogger sharing insights on lifestyle, music and personal growth.
⭐Shortlisted on The Creative Future Writers Awards 2025.
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Noticing.
Twelve years on, I should rightfully be tired of winter now, but I am only beginning to understand her a little better. I suppose the trauma of life has only started to dissipate, and the storms turn to a calm that comes with age and makes me stop and take notice. Because I stopped trying to survive and hold my head above water, I noticed the clocks go backwards this year. When my daddy still lived with us in this plane or realm, he would remind me in March and October. At those times of the year, though, he still makes his presence felt, or perhaps my mind does that for both of us.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Humans
Rope.
You pulled like truth on trial as if I were the prize as if my grip were proof of how tightly love can bruise. But I saw the sky behind your shoulder wide and waiting I saw my own hands tired of their ache. So I let go And you, magnificent fool, tumbled backward into your own echo The sound of it was better than any apology. I stood there empty palmed weightless as a new idea. And laughter clean as rain after dust found me first.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Poets
Terminate.
The theatre smelled of antiseptic and silence. It was a Tuesday morning in late October, the sort of grey London day that makes the whole city seem to whisper. The nurse had spoken softly, as though afraid to wake something sleeping. “You’ll just lie here, love. It won’t take long.” Amira nodded. Her lips trembled though she tried to keep them still. Her palms were cold. Malik sat on the metal chair near the door, elbows on his knees, head bowed. He looked like a man waiting for a verdict. Neither spoke. The only sound was the hum of the lights above and the slow, rhythmic hiss of the heating vent. Two years ago, they had met in the university library, arguing over a constitutional law question neither of them understood. She had laughed first, because he had pronounced jurisprudence like a word made of pebbles. He had said she had the kind of smile that could make the law itself less terrifying. They had been careful, mostly. Careful about their studies, their parents’ expectations, their reputations. Malik’s mother called from Accra every Sunday, reminding him that he was the family’s hope. “You carry our name in your hands,” she would say. Amira’s mother sent long voice notes from Cairo filled with blessings and warnings, each sentence ending in a prayer.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Fiction
Tiger Moon.
The first sound of morning in the prison was always the same. Keys turning. Boots echoing. The faint, dry rasp of wind against the walls. Lin Tariro moved through it as though it were part of her. Sixteen years of routine had folded her into the rhythm of the place. She had stopped thinking about freedom a long time ago.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Fiction
Enjoy Your Vegetables.
Honey has a way of making everything feel better. I put it in tea, in coffee, in yogurt, in cottage cheese...you name it. When I am lonely or tired or carrying a weight I cannot name, honey becomes a small, deliberate gesture that fills in the spaces in my heart and mind that I cannot name. It is not flashy. It is not trying to solve everything. It simply changes what I am tasting, what I am feeling, in a way that makes me pause and notice myself.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Feast
The Little Pumpkin From Sainsbury's.
I went to Sainsbury’s that day with no plans other than to pick up a few ordinary things. I was not in the mood for anything adventurous. Yet as I passed the vegetable section, something bright caught my eye. It was a small pumpkin, perfectly round and neatly shaped, sitting there like it was waiting to be noticed. The label said Cooking Pumpkin.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Feast
39 Lessons and All the Things I Am Grateful For.
Video Disclaimer: I wanted to name everyone I’m thankful for. I probably didn’t get it perfectly right, but God knows the full list better than I do. This is my small attempt to say thank you.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Humans
Dark Blue: A Simple Bake of Cacao and Blueberries.
Two small gold cups sit on the counter, side by side, each holding a dark little cake that looks solid and self-assured. The tops are cracked and matte, the kind of surface that makes you wonder what lies beneath. They are small enough to hold in one hand, light enough to feel almost insubstantial. They look confident, almost convincing, as if they know they have turned out well. But looks can deceive, and these two proved that beautifully.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Feast
