These past four months have been exhilarating, shocking, and trying, to say the least. I thank God and my angels everyday for the endless amazing experiences, lessons and gifts. Since I moved back to Ghana, I have had several identity crises, made my singing and dance performance debut in my hometown of Aburi and finally …
This is dedicated to my grandmother, Mama Beatrice Tawiah Addo, who passed into the ancestor realm on December 31st, 2017. 'On the way to another funeral', I thought as we drove over the scattered stones leading away from my father's house. If I knew then what I would find out later, that it was not …
The slender palm trees dance to the tune of the soft nframa/ wind tententen/ tall as a mug Peacefully and full of grace I catch myself smiling in the reflection of the car window as I glance at bunches of flowers peppered along the roadside. 'Shwoom' is the sound of cars speeding past us; it …
Continue reading Traversing Realms| From Nsawam to Ashresu, Ghana
On the way to Asikabew, we stopped by my grandmother, mama's, place and dropped off my aunt, Sisi Mother. My dad sat in the driver's seat and my (step) mother, Miss, sat next to him in the passenger's seat. My aunt Maggie, my brother Kwame, and I sat in the back seat. We then pulled …
Continue reading M’abusuaf) Fi Nie: This is my Family Home| Asikabew, Ghana
Today I went to church in my grandfather’s village, Asikabew. I sat in a blue gye Nyame chair, occasionally glancing (in judgement) at the picture of white Jesus on the wall and then checking the time on the white Jesus clock mounted just above the pastors head. I am still learning Twi, so I caught …
"If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive. ” – Audre Lorde “Give light and people will find the way.” – Ella Baker West Philadelphia born and raised; weaved like twill between African American, Fulani and Ghanaian communities most of my days. An African …
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