The Return is a short film that explores a repatriation journey for people of the African diaspora. This project, shot in Ghana, combines poetry, dance, music, historical memory and mythology in attempt to atone for the anguish of those who were captured and enslaved through the legacy of the TransAtlantic Slave Trade. Watch the trailer …
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Breath. I’m so grateful to have made it thus far. To still have breath. Many have perished due to COVID-19, and other pandemics that are less discussed. I hope everyone reading this is staying safe and continuing to fight the good fight. Like Dr. Kwame Nkrumah said, ‘We face neither East nor West. We face …
This is for the entrepreneur who spends their week chasing deadlines and munching on snacks, wedged between staring contests with their laptop, endless Zoom meetings and crossing out and adding tasks to their to-do lists. May we balance our hustle with self-care, rest and relaxation. My endorphins back flipped with every bite, and the round, …
More and more children of the African Diaspora are uprooting their lives, returning to Africa and continuing a legacy interrupted by the TransAtlantic Slave trade. As a Ghanaian-American writing this from Ghana, West Africa, I can confirm that although repatriating back to Ghana has not been a walk in the park, it is definitely a …
Continue reading A Guide to Repatriation: Ghana Is A Must (Go)
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 …
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