In my opinion, re-writing our history, especially as Africans, is at least as important as documenting our present. And yes, I am indeed advocating for re-writing, as opposed to just learning or passing down already-documented history. Because history is always getting re-written anyway, so we might as well be the ones re-assuming control of the… Continue reading These Bones Will Rise Again: African women (re)writing ourselves into history
Hello there! Yesterday was Green Green Grasses' debut day! New episodes will be out every Wednesday evening until all eight episodes are done. This post is more for the benefit of people who follow my WordPress and not my social media. So here you go: Episode 1: Why The Spider Uses Its Web to Catch Food… Continue reading GGG Episode 1 is Live!
I should have written this blog post long ago. Instead, here I am, announcing a project on the day it launches. Because, you know, life. Anyway. Do you remember Kuukua Annan from the OTC short story series? Because I remember being asked why Kuukua's cousin, Ntiwaa, always had to be in every story somehow. Well, for all… Continue reading Announcing OTC: GREEN GREEN GRASSES
“How is school?” Well, school is a colonial institution designed to promote elitism within every sphere of the world that academia penetrates and produce a caliber of humans that promote the institutional hegemony while being made to believe they’re revolutionary… or otherwise keeping them too busy with “knowledge” production and consumption for them to do… Continue reading SA Journal 6: The Academic Part (Finally)
It is approximately the middle of May 2018 and probably Wednesday or something. I wish I could be sure, but all the days have melded together lately, and I have no desire to pick up my phone to check; that machine gives me more anxiety than I can tolerate lately. I have awoken shrouded in… Continue reading Underground: A Memoir from May 2018
I am not the same person all the time. Both of us are mad, but only one of us is ungovernable. One version of me looks on at the other; the latter can't stop crying. Her thoughts are singularly focused on her tool of choice, which is only a few feet away. She wants to… Continue reading The Pen May Not Always Win Over the Knife