Kade — Hello, I say. Hello, she says. What’s your name? Ophelia. Her name is Ophelia. She says this and then gives me the look — the look I get from so many of the Africans, the look I initially misread but, now, think (foolishly) I understand. The same silly “understanding” that fuels imperialists and missionaries, I suppose. The look: It’s a hard look. A tough look. A facade. A suspicion, rightfull...
Adeiso — Oh, to be anonymous again. To be a nobody. What a gift. This is what I thought to myself sitting here in Barcelona after a few weeks in Ghana. I had been at the cafe for hours and was able to feign...
West akim — Africa burns my eyes and sets my nerves on edge. He tells me this is a country in which everything is out to hurt you, white man — the insects, the water, the Nigerian road marauders. Nigerian road ...
Coming to terms with Loneliness
The going away of things
Relations with her
In the end
I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
Fear of Forgetting
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.
What Nobody Tells You About (Debilitating) Depression.
Loud music powers Barbershops here
Plants and arrangement
Driving mirror or a driving plasma tv
The traffic is insane these days... Oh the festive season is here
An anticlimax, they say is like a corridor, you know where the next door is.
I came here to find myself. I have been bruised and I have bruised people. Said the worst of things.Fought for love that I thought should be mine. Let go when it mattered most. Loved her and hated her. Loved her, hated her. Don't know what to do now. I am much better, I tell myself. But I feel broken, I know. Wish all of these hadn't started. In love, don't give room for doubt. That surely is one way ticket to depression.Now someone hand me down some cold water to calm me. Never being the same. Never. We will meet again. We will. Save some love for me. Just do.
I believe in my goals. Just like everyone else.
This place is burgeoning with freedom ....
You grow through projects.
The Busy Accra
sHe : Her Hands , Her Hinds.
Coconuts are everywhere these days and are getting more expensive.
Trust is the only real currency
how are you there
A daily walk
Have you ever thought of what you were going to do with your laptop if the screen was totally destroyed ?
Children: a poem I recently heard or rather saw...
Stars are ghosts because of clouds , because of blinding lights
I seem to concentrate best .. sitting in a restaurant with all the chatter in the background...
The Infamous Accra Trotro Cinema
In Ghana, Bad Traffic means Good Business.
Clinking glasses, brings home thoughts of you...
Kwaku, finished the lyrics for his 4th song today.
This is James town , a fishing community in Accra...
I am still trying to figure out this art work.. in James town , Accra
Pulling his surfing board ashore...
When design is responsive...
It might seem weird but I just love something about this picture. It captures.....
The-taxi-driver : If we are having trouble keeping the city clean, I think it's time we created an avenue for ppl to make money off their rubbish
A colonial church.... A beautiful piece of architecture ... still standing... after almost a century
The trotro preacher - The trotro salesman
If I were back in the classroom
The moon rising as the sun sets
From the top of the hill
Two different worlds
Sunset and the feeling it brings
I don't know
Woman.... you can
A compound house