In this episode of Wanderings, Ashaley Koblah unveils "A Love Undefined", a haunting and powerful new poem.

This is not a lament for love lost, but a confrontation with a force as old as the cosmos, a presence whose beauty allured even the gods.

The episode delves into the rawness of desire, the danger of yearning, and the stunning revelation that a "tally" of a different kind has been kept all along.

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Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah

Episode 7: A Love Undefined

You are a conquest, defined by many, from friend to foe. A tiring fight with you, like a slow, unyielding fire. But I see your beauty from a deeper outlook.

You are the first language, spoken by gods before the forming of man.

The foremost expression of Him who made all things.

Etched in purest forms, like the light of Valinor.

By you, the horizon was drawn.

To know you is to know the mind of God, divinely born in the hearts of all sentient life, before man spoke his first words. Your names have always been spoken by many across the lands.

But you, you were never a beginning, neither are you an ending.

You and God, inseparable. Like the Son, you walk a path of truth and brilliance.

Your words reveal wisdom, beauty, divinity.

They are a quiet stream over a tired hand, making the path a straight line for the resilient.

Kin of the gods,

beautiful power,

Language of the highest minds.

I am she. Mathematics.

You will love me if you stay.

Reflective Interlude

In this episode, I looked at mathematics not just as a tool or a set of rules but as an essence. A pure language, existing in its place within the known and unknown universe, amongst gods and men.

We discovered it, and we named it. But it was always there, embedded in creation itself.

Take a look at the Fibonacci series, expressed in life forms throughout our natural world, or the irrational number pi, stretching all the way to infinity. It is a truth that was spoken of and whose beauty allured gods long before we even existed. It falls on us all to pause and look closer at its beauty and truth.

To appreciate that it’s etched deep within our own formation. It is our honour to dare to understand it. To comprehend it deeply, not for the sake of doing, but for the sake of knowing it. And by doing so, you'll fear it not but love it because you stayed.

Outro

This has been Episode 7, A Love Undefined.

Thank you… for listening.

In this dreamlike episode of Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah, a low-key afternoon in Ghana with a friend drifts into an imagined journey, a Cobra Starship in hyperspace, interstellar colours streaming past, and Aubrey in the seat with the clearest view.

It’s a moment where reality collides with imagination, where the ordinary becomes something divine, and you can almost feel… and taste… heaven.

Join me for Aubrey’s Delight—a playful escape into music, friendship, and the kind of small, shared moments that feel like heaven.

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Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah

Episode 5: Aubrey’s Delight

In a Cobra Starship, in the seat with the clearest view, I’m trooping through these interstellar colours, a cacophony of psychedelic rock music in the space-time continuum.

Stellar-high… and I can’t complain. Dopamine high, shoot me, and I’m down.

Toast… You won’t know until you know.

Happiness… a butterfly,

Holding on to the last supply.

Oh no—no cherry-picking; Aubrey is all worth it.

In my soul… dwells her chi.

Reflective Interlude

I wrote this after having a few pints of strong, dark-brewed Guinness in the comfort of my home in Ghana with a dear friend.

It was in the wake of our realisation that we were both twenty-something, single men.

lives that could have been filled with family, kids, and the weight of responsibilities

But instead, here we were,

spending a quiet public holiday together.

We began to imagine what it would be like… travelling in a spaceship,

in hyperspace drive like in Star Wars, with that imaginary girlfriend who’s all worth it. Aubrey.

In that moment in hyperspace… just those beautiful colours, flying by at almost light speed. That moment of clarity. Quiet. Space. And peace.

Just us… the spaceship… and Aubrey.

And

Coldplay’s Yellow playing gently in the background.

That moment… would be all of heaven. Divine.

That was Aubrey’s Delight—a moment of colour, of peace, of being suspended between reality and imagination.

A reminder that sometimes… the smallest shared moments,

The silliest daydreams can feel like heaven itself.

Outro

In the next episode… we shift from cosmic wonder to something closer, more tender, a moment of yearning for a girl I once loved.

It’s called Tay’s Absence.

I’ll see you there.

In this deeply personal episode of Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah, I reflect on the unexpected passing of a dear friend and brother.

It’s a journey through grief, memory, and the quiet faith that tomorrow is never promised—but that love, once given, endures beyond time.

Join me for Where Territories Pay No Fines. A lament, a tribute, and a reminder to say the words that matter now.

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Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah Episode 4: Where Territories Pay No Fines

This episode is dedicated to a friend… a brother… who left too soon.

The earth feels… a little less bright without your presence.

Is this our first? Or… second nature?

Pray God I can cope.

Pray Jehovah our loved ones can hope.

You have left me a broken man.

I should be hoping…

But I just can’t stop thinking of all the things I should’ve said that I never said.

All the things we should’ve done.

Now I’m hurting.

Oh Jehovah, make it go away.

Give me those moments back.

Just a little more time with you.

Why do all good people die young?

Just a few days ago, I was thinking about all the things we’d do when I saw you again. You’re gone. And I’m broken. And I am… pissed.

I know.

I know for certain that Jehovah will bring you back to life.

But did you have to die at all?

Was it needed when all those cruel people roam the surface of the earth… untouched?

Maybe this world isn’t good enough for your gentleness and your mildness. I never saw you angry. I never saw you sad.

I look forward to seeing you again. Srodah.

Even now… you break my heart.

You’ve changed my entire notion of life, of space, and of time forever.

I told you I’d see you soon. And you broke the promise.

Who will take the wheel on a rainy day now? I do hurt… so bad.

But sharing this time with you has been a gift.

An enriching experience.

A privilege.

A delightful adventure.

You’ve been all sorts of enviable things to me…

But most of all, you were a brother.

And a friend.

I will see you next time.

There’ll be water in the rain

where territories pay no fines.

Reflective Interlude

These are words I wrote and reflected on in the quiet ache of grief

after the unexpected passing of a brother,

a friend… someone deeply loved, cherished, and appreciated.

It reminded me of those haunting words:

Life, like a mist, appears, and tomorrow is no more.

I began to truly ponder what tomorrow even means…

When I say to you, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Is it hope? Is it an illusion? Or is it… an unspoken act of faith?

Maybe even… a quiet arrogance, this belief that tomorrow belongs to me.

Promised. Owed.

Covertly disregarding the possibility of a grander power.

He who holds not just tomorrow… but eternity.

Now… I have come to know and agree with Shakespeare:

Death will come… when it will come.

But still—I pray for a death in sleep.

A peaceful passing. And I pray peace for you, too.

A gentle shrug on the shoulder, whispered quietly in reverence

Tomorrow… isn’t promised.

Say it now. Whisper it now.

And live.

Outro

In the coming episodes, the reflections may be unusually brief.

They are fragments…

fleeting thoughts,

some sparked in elevated moods,

some drifting in quiet epiphany.

But they are honest.

Moments worth sharing—and moments worth hearing.

Thank you… for listening.

In this episode of Wanderings with Bernard Koblah....

We journey into the fragile beauty of memory where deep connections, even the unforgettable ones fade.

What do we become when all is said and done?

Dust and ashes.

But perhaps, within that dust – is the shimmer of eternity - a hope beyond this sojourn.

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Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah

Episode 3: Dust and Ashes – A Sojourn

This is Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah.

Welcome to Episode 3 — Dust and Ashes.

Today we reflect on the fragile beauty of memory

and the stillness left behind when something — or someone — is gone.

Dust and ashes.

Deep connections forged

Unforgettable memories made

Only to watch them fade

to dust and ashes.

Life, indeed, is a mist

Here for a moment,

Gone with the wind.

We laugh, we love,

We ache, we despair

Each moment a stitch

in the shroud of time.

This world

A sojourn of longing

Where joy is brief,

and sorrow lingers.

What is mortal man

but dust with dreams?

What are we

without the hope of life eternal?

Your love, divine

A mooring for me.

I wrote this thinking about shared dreams with loved ones

who now sleep through the static

man’s compulsory service.

A dream

like a leaf.

The spine—holding, locking the two equal parts.

And then… half is torn away.

The dream becomes not beauty

but an everlasting pain.

There is pain in remembering

but also — a quiet peace.

Even the fading

can carry profound weight.

Perhaps it’s in the letting go

that we begin to hold on

to what truly lasts.

Thank you for walking with me through dust and memory.

If life is a mist, may we learn to cherish it — before it disappears.

In the next episode

we sit with grief.

Raw. Honest. Full of love.

A farewell.

A tribute.

A broken question whispered to heaven.

Join

me for There’ll Be Water in the Rain.

Until then

walk gently.

This story talks about my personal quest for happiness. What some might say is a soft life—and unashamed by it, I too called it happiness: the soft life. It was a quest that began with me and later became a quest joined by friends. It took us many places, and guess what? The quest brought us to moments and memories that we almost never take seriously and often take for granted. I hope this resonates with you, and that whatever your quest may be, you're never alone.

This is inspired by a moment

a walk

through the restless pulse of Oxford Street in Osu, Accra.

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