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On Names…Addo

Poetry by Reinfred Dziedzorm Addo (In celebration of my parents and my siblings. Also in celebration of the extended Addo family; even if your name does not necessarily have 'Addo' in it, you know who you are) Part 1 Last name, please? Addo. Addu? No, ma'am, Addo: ay-dee-dee-oh. Alpha-Delta-Delta-Oscar, sir!...
November 7, 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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
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