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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
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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

All the reasons I do not say my own

Poetry by Awo Twumwaah My fingers will not keep bloom for too long It is why I do not own anything. They shiver, they sweat, they do not believe it is theirs. Then they feel it too softly. They let it fall.   My fingers are clasped in prayer. they...
July 14, 2019

Becoming More

Fiction by Arnold Adrian As they called out our names onto the stage, I recalled all that had led me to this very moment. I always believed that life wasn’t just a record of how we spend our time but rather a bank of moments. Moments like this very one...
July 14, 2019

Issue No. 2

This issue is a pattern of originality set in different voices, forms and stories. Being our official public call out for submissions, it was a loose assemblage of content, with no restrictions on imagination or ideas. To see it all come together and fit in a striking motif is further…

June 11, 2019

“Section 278. Homeostasis”

Fiction by Gabriella Rockson “Why don’t we tell them the story of how we met. How we really met.” Kobina said to his girlfriend, as he carried his wine glass to his seat. They were hosting a small party of close friends to celebrate their three year anniversary. Vanessa looked...
June 6, 2019

March 1986 (Date Behind a Photograph)

Poetry by Korley Adjaottor In this memory, We will always be sitting behind a pile of logs At Abeka - Lapaz, Bursting with joy; full grins, Shouldering one another, For the best spot in front of the camera. The motorway will remain, a dusty stretch, And my right hand, still...
May 14, 2019

Glass

Poetry by Kofi Konadu Berko Once upon a time. My uncle told me to pick Tears from my auntie’s left eye It smelled like soot Just behind the tears I found a rusted piece of glass The jagged edges of the glass Matched each slash on her face, her chest,...
May 10, 2019
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