Prose, Poetry & Pics.

November 11, 2019


left it

behind in some


that far place

you know


a promise-land B4

& even


it’s there you find

my Twi self



September 22, 2018

“I try to make myself small so they leave me alone,

Sometimes, I get depressed and I stay at home.

Some say that we’re making too big of a deal.

But come live a day as a woman,

You’ll see if we’re making it up or if it’s real.”

Toute Fine & Samia Manal

Today, many of us on...

September 13, 2018

For whom do we speak? To whom? Through whom? By whose authority, if there is any? And when we do speak—whisper, scream, lament, whimper, mutter under our gasping breaths—what is its location? Is it a marginal voice sealed in the center of its universe? Is it a cacophon...

June 30, 2018

“Right now, in Ghana, it’s no longer who you know; it’s who knows you”

—Fatahyia Sumaila[1]

What I wish to share with you, today, is more about a bunch of hunches than it is about some reliable evidence that can be validated and/or replicated through method. It is about...

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