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I walked through the old neighbourhood and didn’t see familiar faces

Poetry by Fui Can-Tamakloe this is where you grew up. where you played in the dirt from morning till evening, on those days when there was no school, and the parents were in a good mood. this is where you learned how to ride a bike, after falling so many...

April 10, 2020

Nature’s call

Poetry by Gamey Ayim The emergency roll call is a call from nature Recipients run like a hare to attend to the call Bowels filled to the brim gather at her feet to offload Loads in the bowels are brought to her bosom in order not to explode They squat...

April 5, 2020

Of Rivers –Part 1

Poetry by Reggie Kyere You lie in the white bed like the Black Volta. Still, but turbulent from within. A mild prod and your banks will burst. On your side, the elephant ear plant sits, wild, like a river plant. I wade waist - deep into you. You are warm....

April 3, 2020

“MOVING CAR” [TWI]

Fiction by Amma Konadu Anarfi Mama, Nneɛma pii yɛ me anika wɔ wiase ha. Biribi te sɛ sɛdeɛ wɔn de "MOVING CAR" si taxi a ɛsi faako apampam, anaa sɛdeɛ kwanho adetɔnfoɔ pae wɔn dwa. Wobɛka sɛ saa nneɛma no nnyɛ biribiara saa, nanso ɛma m'ani gye. Ɛma asetena yɛ...

March 29, 2020

One in the neck, Two in the chest

Poetry by S. Asamoah After Ahmed Suale After Wednesday, 16th of January 2019 Every coaster's hand turned red But, we never say blood. Our flag begins & ends in the Blood and toil of our fathers. Suale, The Blood. Suale, his blood. Suale meant blood Truth meant blood And blood...

March 24, 2020

Victory In The Body

Poetry by T. A. Awo Twumwaah Acheampong i look at it - a reflection of all i run from i jump, the symphony starts: how the bones sing the heart beat is surreal. i land on nothingness it can make you float they say it can take you high they...

March 20, 2020

Issue No. 3

As with all things that improve with time, so has the quality and quantity of submissions to Tampered. In this third issue, there’s a claiming of language, it looks like the queen’s language, but it sounds very much like it were tailor made for Ghanaians. Particularly exciting is the efficacy…

February 4, 2020

The Other Girl’s Sunday

Poetry by Henrietta Enam Quarshie It was Sunday, the day of the Lord The unwritten rule; church. They stood outside on the gravel by their metal buckets. They washed their bellies thoroughly and splashed some water around. They giggled and ran to hide when they saw the boys approach. At...

January 12, 2020

Bright Ackwerh & Wanlov: the perfect union

By Ama Asantewa Diaka Bio Bright Ackwerh (born 1989) is an artist from Ghana. He is the product of the art faculty at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and technology where he earned a BFA and MFA in painting and sculpture. His practice is situated in the fields of...

January 11, 2020

This Too is Domestic Violence

Poetry by bhurbx D dzinam What my mind thinks of is not comforting enough. Not comforting enough—I repeat. My home is the most beautiful and serene from afar but from within, it's a haunted home. Haunted of immediate demons! Fresh bouncing demons! Blood lurking demons! Demons that are birthed every...

January 10, 2020