Zig Zag – ShortFilm (Official Trailer)

Set in Accra, Ghana – Zig Zag captures the story of a young artiste, Senior, caught in a web. He faces tough decisions where he must walk the road less taken or choose the obvious. His career as a saxophonist is on the line pending his final decision. Or is the decision really his to…

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Silver Lining?

Despair was very present. Mom just lay there – helpless. “Should we call in our resident priest sir?” said the nurse with what looked like pity in her eyes. “Who does this nurse think she is? Why does she allow pity creep through her soul, when she is just a mere witness to life’s unfair…

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Where I come from…

I come from a place where good morning means nothing A place where respect is earned Not by Face value But by the lining in my pocket. I come from a place where Dabidabi 3b3y3 yie is the national anthem Sang for some 59 years and yet nothing seems to fathom All I hear is 3nd3 di3…

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What Happens At Dawn

What happens at dawn? Do you not wonder? When sleep shifts from 5th to 3rd. Ignore the 4th For forth comes the lazy 2nd. Till you land on the 1st – gear of sleep The 1st person to wake. Mama Akos. The sound and strength of her short broom against the hard concrete floor. Like…

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Eve’s Picasso.

Plastic girls in their plastic world Making men fume with their plastic chord Tis this fakery that binds them all Strangling and struggling In their plastic core Once upon a time, tis cliché When all but her innocence remained She found Picasso’s brush as it lay This – the beginning of a fuss and a…

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Would You?

After the game, the King and pawn go into the same box. (Italian proverb) Abena walked past the porridge seller right in front of the only Ecobank bank in the Dansoman area. You would think the loud thumping of Daddy Lumba’s Abin Woha seeping through the vulcanizing shop down the bank’s road would distract her.…

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RED LUNAR

REVELATIONS It was particularly humid; the kind which kept you tossing and turning in your bed. Foolish I, thought opting for the floor that night would help my situation. Disappointment greeted me in my stride. I changed positions about a hundred times on that cursed heated floor. I curled, twirled, posed and bowed. But none…

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RED LUNAR

Genesis The candle light flickered rhythmically to its own music. Left – right – right – dead center – taller – shorter – then normal again. Its dance was that of mystic awe. Intricately lined on the window seal, it served its purpose. Certainly not the only thing of interest in the room, one couldn’t…

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I AM A MAN – ?

  Am I a man? Just because I have a penis and an Adam’s apple? Am I a man just because society tells me so? Or because “mister” precedes my name. You would think by the doctor exclaiming “it’s a boy!” I would automatically grow up to be a man. In this case, I am…

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THE ANANSES: CHRONICLES OF SISTER AMA

Hell knows no fury… Laughter fills my lungs anytime I hear men say they have women in the bag. Do we look like objects to you? You would think men would be more appreciative in their stride considering women are the actual bosses. I can feel the disapproval of men seeping through my seat as…

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