Non-Fiction by Charlotte Derby There is a longing in the heart that burns bright and cannot wait to be satisfied. It takes only a foretaste of reality to disclose how fragile, that longing can be. A typical example is the zeal to seek greener pastures. The white man’s land is...
Poetry by Tawiah Mensah My country broke me first. Days before you left, you asked me about the things that make my heart ache. You always wondered why I’d never been able to stretch out my scars, watch them cower beneath the sun so I can begin to be whole....
Poetry by Yewande Akinse Lagos. I hear your name as Parisian clouds hover around me your scented air hounds my fondest memories as I, am a nomad on pilgrimage I remember you – the congestion of your borders, the scarceness of power and the erraticism of sanity I have wandered...
Poetry by Sarpong-Osei-Asamoah A self-portrait too dead At high noon on June 28, 2021, Nasiru Yussif and Murtala Mohammed were shot and killed by security personnel at a protest in Ejura, Kumasi, Ghana. A country made of pins & needles sharpens its teeth on our teeth. We were molten birds quiet as...
Fiction by Akua Serwaa Amankwah Afrakoma has been found. Kwame Life calls me that Monday morning with the four words I’ve been waiting to hear for years, four words that slash me into two pulsating halves, four words that taunt me and haunt me in turns. I want to gather...
Poetry by Joshua Enam Semanyoh Agorkpanu I cannot write a poem about home and forget the land that raised me Sugar - how can a place I left for years linger on my tongue so? The liquid in my heart still flows there Pour me water to drown this thirst...
Poetry by Afua Awo Twumwa at Suhum there were no curtains all the years we let the wind come & go how it wanted to we watched curtains pulled apart in the Philippines the screen filling our eyes & we thought the luxury of not needing air outside of yourself...
Interview of Eric Gyamfi interviewed by Ama Asantewa Diaka Interviewer: you categorize yourself as a photographer but your work isn’t practiced as conventionally as other photographers, from your production to your exhibitions, everything you do is peculiar to you. I’d like to know more about your practice. Eric Gyamfi: I...
Poetry by Sedem Appleh He can be a bully sometimes How he’s able to overwork and overwhelm me with my own thoughts And wonder if this very path can create for me the life that I imagined Uncertainty. Unpredictability. Uneasiness Three fine words that summarizes the way he makes...
Poetry by Henrietta Enam Talitha And he took the damsel by the hand, and said unto her, Talitha cumi; which is, being interpreted, Damsel, I say unto thee, arise. —Mark 5:41 KJV This damsel, I always wonder— Was she surprised at the reversal of her journey? Did she arrive...
