The Locust Tree: A Story That Binds

 Lore — The Locust Tree & Its Echoes

In my stories, there is a tree — the Locust Tree. It is no ordinary tree. It is a witness.

When oaths are spoken beneath its branches, the bark hums. When betrayals occur, its thorns fall like sharp rain. Some say the tree itself remembers what people wish to forget. Others believe it is only a symbol — a reminder that no oath, no matter how hidden, escapes the weight of history.

I return to this image again and again in my writing. Why? Because it reflects us. Our lives are bound by promises, by truths we try to carry or bury. And like the Locust Tree, we are shaped not only by what we choose, but by what we dare to remember.

This blog will share more of these echoes — glimpses of the worlds I’m building and the myths that inspire them. I invite you to step beneath the branches and listen with me.

The Thorn Remembers

 A POEM

Beneath the locust tree, the thorn remembers.
Not the leaf, nor the branch,
but the blood it once tasted,
The oath it once pricked.

We forget.
The thorn does not.

Each vow whispered in anger,
each promise carved in love,
each betrayal buried in silence—
The thorn carries them all.

So beware the thicket:
it hums not with wind,
but with memory.

Why I Write: A Journey Rooted in Story


 

Welcome & My Writing Journey


Stories have always been more than entertainment for me. They are roots that hold memory, wings that carry imagination, and mirrors that show us who we truly are.

I grew up listening to tales that lived in the rhythm of spoken words — griot stories, ancestral whispers, and myths that refused to fade. Those tales taught me that storytelling is not just art; it is survival, remembrance, and transformation.

This blog is my space to share fragments of that journey — poems, story excerpts, reflections, and lore. Some will come from the novels I’m writing, others will arrive as sparks of inspiration. All of them will be tied together by a simple truth: words matter because they outlast us.

If you’ve found your way here, welcome. May you find a story that stays with you.

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“Between Ink and Oath”

Excerpt: Every sentence I write feels like an oath — fragile, but necessary. The griots of Kharis said an oath is not spoken — it is writt...