Author: tampered_press

WILD, BLUE YONDER

Poetry by Benikranus Appaw Wild, Blue Yonder If we could all fly, where would we go? Before man was cursed to adapt, cuddled up under the coldest nights & run naked on hot days, we had freedom to move with just wishful thinking and simply being present. If we could...

MOTORWAY

Fiction by Teddy Totimeh Motorway There was a certain excitement when I got off the airplane into the blanket of sweltering heat on a May evening in Accra. The heat had that presence that one has to acknowledge, and then move on. Because nothing else can be done about it....

SOMETHING IN THE WATER

Poetry by Sihle Ntuli Something in the Water there is something down there, biding its time / under a bridge / I struggle to cross indecipherable  language of  rivers serenades of running water / intuition an unreliable guide in hushed tones / a soft voice leads me in  / for...

WON’T YOU EAT AGAIN?

Fiction by Akorfa Dawson WON’T YOU EAT AGAIN? We used to eat together in one big bowl, all of us: the six Baidoo children. Immediately you see us anywhere, no one needs to tell you that we are related, from the way we squint when we are deep in thoughts,...

SEEING ME

Poetry by Lemuel Nortey SEEING ME I become the walking idea Of what you love, And then I fall in love with who I become for you, Through the haze of it all I see you try Really try to fix the broken parts Of me I let you see,...

Issue No. 5

None of us quite expected to be real-time witnesses of a pandemic. But in the year of 2020, as the universe saw it fit, a pandemic enveloped the world. And with it came a lot of readjustments and bewilderments. As if a pandemic isn’t enough, everything else is bleeding. 2020…

Parkour

Fiction by Elfreda Tetteh 1 On the day that Johnson falls, he is thinking of heading to the bridge. During the class break, he stands outside and tries to fold himself in the corner, all sharp joints and school-approved colours. Even so, he hears Garu and the rest of the...

A Written Misconception

Fiction by Nana Yaa Osei Every day that I don’t write is laced with an echo of regret. It pains my children that I have not traced my emotions, ideas and thoughts down to them. They borrow and buy a means of transport through time and form themselves in a...

CAGED BEAUTY

Poetry by Wendy Appenteng Daniels CAGED BEAUTY (I see) beauty that refuses to unravel itself. (I see) beauty who dares not to reveal itself. Mine is beauty that offends, mine is beauty that scares, so why announce myself? I learnt the hard way that by shielding myself, I learnt the...