Beyond Tales

He rested on the seventh day. After making fishes and diamonds and the tiny little fly caught in-between shut louver blades and a dirty mosq...

As I walked to the bin with blood trickling down my thighs; I thought, even broken bottle must have a use. In boarding school, I heard if gr...

Ghana’s cultural soundscape is unquestionably a significant heritage. In speech as in listening, there are sounds that cannot be ...

Kwesi and the other kids were allowed to burn the toilet papers but I wasn’t. My mother said I couldn’t go to back of the house to play aro...

I would gather spittle in my mouth; stretch my hands over my head to reach the coffee stained teacup on the headboard of my bed. My little...

The line is sometimes difficult to draw; high mysteries and concocted protective devices. My grandmother calls last Tuesday with news about ...

I want music in a language I don't understand. I want the possibilities in mystery. I want the freedom in uncertainty I want pieces of m...