“The first time was experimental, you could say,” said The Plug. “The prototype formula was underdeveloped, yes, but you must understand it was an emergency… [8mins] via The New Maji: by Ivana Akotowaa Ofori — AFREADA
When I first conceived the idea for this post, I wanted to title it, “Artists in Ghana be doing too much” or something of the sort. As life sped on relentlessly, procrastination grabbed me in a chokehold, and I continued to think about this post while never actually getting around to writing it, I realized… Continue reading Burdens of (Art) Activism
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
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
It doesn't always come out in pretty words. Sometimes, it comes out raw and untamed, hideous or insane. Or sometimes, just plain words that mean exactly what they're saying. But only the beautiful poems get frames. You say they help you heal; you claim you don't need any help bleeding. The clots in the veins… Continue reading Beautiful Words Unlike Me.
Perhaps you see humans as complex figurines, complete with sophisticated AI so that we can talk back to you when you speak. Perhaps you see life as a blank page offering you creative license, so you write and you draw until all the marks melt into chaos. When there's no more space left to make… Continue reading Bulldozer