“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...

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...

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...

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...

On pondering a familiar phrase.

essay. moshood | illustration. poetra asantewa

Inversion

Story. Ivana Akotowaa Ofori | Photography. Josephine Ngminvielu Kuuire Before knowledge of the Inverse was common among the Jaloi people, everyone in my grandmother’s village just assumed she was a crazy sculptor. All her clay figures were of perfectly erect humans with their arms straight up, like it was perfectly…