ANTI-RHYTHM

Village thug peacocks his way down an ill-lit path silently daring ghosts and sleeping villagers to come wrestle with him. He believes he wi...

Out of habit, he haunts his house-front in the night. Oblivious of the now-glacial Accra night-time draft, he stands bare-chested and lonel...

As seen on the High Street, Accra.

Just when I was getting close (at last) with God, somebody went and gave him a new name.

Some punk pupils in a school couldn't wrap their sappy minds around the basic syllabus because (they claimed) three female teachers  dis...

Two young men still smouldering out of school. They snip and suture soft Italian leather from scratch (after they have gauged your feet with...

This is my friend (for five minutes) Yaw. I saw him in front of my parents' house at Achimota while visiting. I saw this amazing shi...