Imagine sitting in a car. Imagine the world is exploding outside.Imagine dancing on the ceiling, seeing everything upside down. Inside out. The world is turning. Burning. Imagine listening to a song. Imagine it’s perfect. How empty we would feel.
moreI remember interviewing for a job while in fact I was sick. This job meant the world to me: it meant providing a framework to my sanity.After leaving the interview, I was surprised to see my sister sitting outside. She had a job herself and had apparently taken the day off. Seeing her there felt […]
moreI wandered from room to room, absorbing their drawings and paintings, uninfluenced by anyone else’s presence. Just me and their works of art. The pieces were difficult to look at, unsettling and confrontational. Contorting female bodies, anatomical regurgitations, physical exhaustion, tension. Their subjects were placed amidst hellish nightmares of dancers and children and furry greens […]
moreShe was extremely irritated. I knew she would be. It’s why I delayed making the phone call I had promised my neighbour I’d make. The request was simple enough: please call such and so nail-manicure-salon and ask whether I can join their 10-week course. My neighbour has been looking for a job, something to do, […]
moreOnce upon a time, a woman who is tired and weary and looking for broccoli in her local supermarket – not that the kids will ever eat it but she keeps trying – runs into a man. Worse even, she trips and falls against him. He isn’t astonishingly handsome or anything. But his greying hair […]
moreAn older man started crying in the hospital canteen. He tried to stop the tears. His face swelled up, turned purple. Finally, the tears brimmed over and his face deflated as if it was a balloon, and the tears needles. He let out a deep sigh, then sobbed. Now he tried to stop the sobs […]
moreMy father had taken me to Elmina Castle on coast of Ghana, quite a few times in my pre-teen years. At the time, most of this Dutch fort was inaccessible and we’d wander around making up the details of the story. Was this narrow window really where all slaves left their captivity in the fort, […]
moreMaybe it was the thrashing of waves against a shore I had spent innumerable days digging my feet and fingers in the sand. A fine sand in blacks and yellows, resembling marble. In a flash, I ran into that turbulent sea, with its strange currents that collide, forming dangerous pools of darkness. And even more […]
more“Okay look. As a kid, I used to always climb mango trees. And we used to not think anything of whatever colour we had. I had never thought of myself as being white until I returned from England. Suddenly people were asking me where I was from. From here. I said. My dad is Ghanaian, […]
moreWomen. We women. Wise and foolish. Strong and weak. We take care of our ailing fathers and our boisterous boys, while man has left us. He tells us he feels guilty because he would have and should have but can't. We are seventeen and excited to meet an artist who makes the things we love […]
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