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Prayer Mongers

Fiction by Nana Yaa Asante-Darko Today is not a disappointing Wednesday. The market has woken up to a pleasant sunny day. It rained heavily the night before so the sky lies clear and sharp, like a whistle. Slowly, the heat in the market builds up on many dimensions. A group...
May 8, 2019
Some days by Jay Kophy

Some days

Poetry by Jay Kophy you're allowed to have days when you feel like dust is the only thing you inhale when you draw breath. when you feel like you've been carrying a cemetery on your tongue. because that is where you always bury your voice. and your eyes are filled...
April 27, 2019
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The Wind in My Mother’s Scarred Chest

Fiction by Claudia Owusu We were all “Baby A”. Every. Single. One of us. At first, it began as a small joke, leaving namelessness a place in the family house. But then it kept on stretching through longer periods of time with each sibling until it just...stuck. Between the early...
April 25, 2019

Whisperers Of Life

Poetry by Nana Bayin Asaam My ears have a story to tell They have heard and fed from the well of words My eyes have sucked in the smoke of images And overwhelmed by the multitude it consumes. I rise to the sound of blasting radios across the compound Singing...
April 21, 2019

To The Double ‘U’

Poetry by Kwame Abrantipa  Women shouldn't read this poem. She; Shouldn't breathe Shouldn't sigh Shouldn't ask why Shouldn't smile Shouldn't kiss a woman Shouldn't found a religion or want sex or invent anything her husband can't take credit for and should be mad only at herself for it. Women; Should...
April 19, 2019
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The Bed-table

Non-Fiction by Nikitta Adjirakor It begins with your back inching further up the bed that is inexplicably called a table. The examination table. The bed-table. There you are half naked, shivering, tense and staring fearfully at the doctor as he approaches you. His hands are cold, startlingly, like the metal...
April 16, 2019

Flashback

Poetry by Sena Cobblah I wish I could go back To her year of firsts When she wore puffs when she first liked a boy Or coated her lips with shea butter The very first turban she tied How happy she was with her friends How the heat from firewood...
April 11, 2019

Thief

Fiction by Fui Can Tamakloe Every time them catch thief for Osu, Danny no dey mong of the people wey dey beat am. If e dey there as them catch am, e just go lef. If e see sey I dey beat the thief some, e go come pull me...
April 8, 2019

Issue No. 1

Tampered Press started out as a conversation on creating more platform and visibility for artists in Ghana and Africa. While blackness has become more noticeable now than in the past, and more space is gradually being created at the table, black as an identity is heavily nuanced and has to…

June 20, 2018
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