February 2016: I have gone to a chop bar and bought fufu with what soup I cannot remember.
The traffic is a permanent feature on the roads in Accra.
I liked that we were intimate like that. I wondered if two Americans would have done the same thing.
Powerful men are seldom held accountable for their actions in Ghana.
I wanted to find out about Alhassan the photographer, but that meant reckoning with Alhassan the football star.
I thought to myself: this is the view i’m going to be waking to? Mashallah.
Perhaps this is what it means to host a successful street art festival: people will come in large numbers, do whatever they want, and even ignore the art. Freedom.
What are we to make of these texts that depict Africans as lazy, poor, and underdeveloped?