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does prayer mean prayer in my country?

Poetry by SK ATSITSRE every time (i think) we pray for our country, we carry the burden(s) of those whom we've entrusted power to—we carry them like thorny wooden crosses on the rugged tablets of hearts, & ask for forgiveness for being an honorable people. & oftentimes we do this...
December 19, 2019
the-visitor-by-elizabeth-johnson

The Visitor

Fiction by Elizabeth Johnson The gate was no longer brown as he had described it, instead, it was a deep shade of green. The walls and grass remained the exact same way, uneven and unhealthy. This was the house. The house Nathan had driven her close enough to a few...
December 5, 2019
telephone-conversation-by-coby-daniels

Telephone Conversation

Poetry by Coby Daniels This is a one-sided phone conversation but at the tone, Please leave a reply- Hi Daddy, This is your son's voice sounding mechanical over your fax machine I know without missing a beat That you have to be at work But is thirty minutes too much...
November 22, 2019
burning-my-seat-at-the-table

Burning My Seat At The Table

Poetry by Chrissie Akesi Chinebuah The one I was never invited to You just watched me stand To eat my lunch, A salad, else scare your body ideals, While balancing a bottle of water So my words do not turn to dust On my dehydrated tongue. And the quiet existence...
November 20, 2019
magic-by-amoafoa-smart

Magic

Fiction by Amoafoa Smart “Do you want to see magic?” We were in the playground. KG2. I had been standing next to the swings, thinking how I might convince Desmond to let me have a go, having fought with him just 5 minutes earlier. Kofi popped up close to my...
November 10, 2019
on-names-by-reinfred-addo1

On Names…Addo

Poetry by Reinfred Dziedzorm Addo (In celebration of my parents and my siblings. Also in celebration of the extended Addo family; even if your name does not necessarily have 'Addo' in it, you know who you are) Part 1 Last name, please? Addo. Addu? No, ma'am, Addo: ay-dee-dee-oh. Alpha-Delta-Delta-Oscar, sir!...
November 7, 2019
anything-for-the-boys-henneh-kyereh-kwaku

Anything for the boys?

Poetry by Henneh Kyereh Kwaku January 2019 has come & gone like the Ghanaian presidential term, like the Accra floods. & like the floods, January took 190 lives through road accidents. I do not want to say the roads are bad anymore—the ​bads are ​roads​. Do not say potholes, say...
October 30, 2019
abrewa-bottom-by-korkor-kanor

Abrewa Bottom

Fiction by Korkor Kanor A square of toilet tissue used to be all it took – the patterned kind for added texture, unscented, two ply thickness. Lucinda would place it flat in her mouth and gnash it into a soggy mess before rolling it with her tongue. "You're eating loo...
October 23, 2019

Beer is communion wine

Poetry by Fui Can Tamakloe Once I was asked why there are more men in the bar than in the church. both are refuges for men who have come to hide from trouble. one opens once a week, the other opens every day. and most people have problems, that never...
July 15, 2019
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