ANTI-RHYTHM

Every first-time beholder has asked me if Volta Hall in the University of Ghana was a chapel. Hardly, isn’t it :) When I was a little studen...

Perched pretty on the sun-kissed rocks of the Atlantic is a cool getaway den that you could live and work in Accra for many years and not di...

After a week of wild and licensed devilment, a newly-married husband (H) and wife (W) call timeout, and vow to make love on only r-bearing d...

Fridays are finely flavoured with vivid colours: red, yellow, blue, green, lilac, gold, brown. Patent and rich raffia of African fabric wrap...

A smooth-talking craftsman piously promised one month ago to forge metal furniture for me in one week. His sample pictures were old, scratch...

Yesterday, the amazingly azure Atlantic, in the middle of the Accra inferno, looked so strangely out of place. Calm and yet powerful; angry ...

There are only pitiful prizes for divining rightly that I absolutely adore the lovely women of Accra. They have been poised for such preposs...