Reconnecting with my home soil has led me through a multitude of ethereal experiences. Because my ancestors and I are in constant conversation, I am learning more and more to trust my intuition. In these moments of illumination, pieces of my DNA knowledge become reactivated. Again and again I rise out of the flames like …
This fufu and groundnut soup fed my soul! It was prepared with akranti, or bushmeat. This particular akranti, grasscutter, is very healthy because it only eats grass. It is both nutritious and delicious! This Ghana nutrition is so plentiful.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't - Audre Lorde I’ve always flirted with faith, often leaping into …
“Se wo werefi a, na woa sankofa y3nkyi” -It is not wrong to go back for that which you have forgotten. Akan Proverb As a Ghanaian American living in Ghana, the wisdom I am accumulating on this journey is like a mirror; it reflects not only the workings of a communal society but the cosmos …
I am the bridge between freedom and bondage Dare to cross me? My feet tell mile long stories of hide and seek Escaping devilish ensnares Finding home. I am Incognegro. An anomaly. The treasures of the soil.
My locs are an external reminder of my growth as I journey to Ghana and beyond. Sometimes they stand tall, reaching for the sun. Other times they grasp towards the ground. Often, they stretch outwards in defiant jubilation.
Asiedua’s Imprint 