Anansesem, from the grand-child of the Ananse Man
Prologue There’s drumming and dancing as the Kankurang makes his way through the town. He holds a cutlass in each hand, occasionally drawing them against each other and then across the floor. His body is a consistent vibration, the hairs on his costume bob with every step. The drum beats increase in tempo and he … Continue reading FAN FICTION: THE REVENGE ON KANTANKA (ALIAS, THE KANKURANG OF VIOLENCE)
Sedem squirmed in his seat the umpteenth time that afternoon, trying to take his focus off the unpleasant thoughts that stirred inside his head and focus on the traffic ahead instead. The cars were slow moving, the sun was simmering hot, and he was unhappy. Very unhappy. What exactly at however, he couldn’t quite place … Continue reading Djon – The Intriguing Romance of Akua from Reception.
If there's ever another post on my stay here I'll be sure to add pictures. For now though, please bare with me? Thanks. For those of you not too keen on following my pretend-photography on Instagram and/or Snapchat, I'd like to officially announce that I, Alvin Akuamoah, am in Gambia and frankly, have no idea … Continue reading What Happens in Gambia (Part 1 of 1?)
Against my better judgement, here's an excerpt from something I am currently working on. Something I am very excited about. 1. In which Kwaku gets into a fight. The chair was faster than he was. It was no sooner in the air than it came into contact with him, its hind leg smashing into the … Continue reading The Masquerade: An Excerpt
6:33 P.M Issah turned into the parking space in front of Mona’s shop and pulled on the brakes violently. It was the beginnings of a wonderful night; he could smell it in the greying air about him, the cold wave that brushed across his face as he stepped out of his orange Picanto. He pulled … Continue reading Issah-Mona: A Summer Vibe
Fivusu was startled awake by the howling of wolves. He shot up from the make-shift bed he had made out of palm fronds and looked about him, but his eyes registered little in the darkness. His bonfire was all about dead; only a fading trail of smoke curled its way up from the ashes, stretching … Continue reading FIVISUHUNUNYAME: West African Folk-Fiction
Hello guys. I'm super glad to share this, The Curios Case of Leticia Banyin, fan-fiction I wrote based on the Inspector Bediako series, with you guys. I wrote it out as a prologue, so try not to be too mad at me for all the plenty unanswered questions. Hope you like it! And yes, ALL … Continue reading THE CURIOS CASE OF LETICIA BANYIN
I thought of and typed out a title for this post before I actually got to writing it. I almost never do that, so I guess this a big deal LOL. (Do we put the LOL before the full stop or after? Whatever... I'm just going to finesse it.) True-Fiction. Today I saw one … Continue reading I Survived You: An Open Letter
On Saturdays, Kyerekuwa left home with only two things: the clothes on her body and the empty dora the explorer school bag on her back; always certain to return home with much more. Her small feet meandered through the clustered houses surrounding the slum. Past gutters, stray cats and Mensima’s old cock with the crooked … Continue reading Kyerekuwa
What does it mean to be human? (Let's "pretend" I'm really high right now) The Human condition is perhaps the most complex thing anyone can ever attempt to comprehend. We are the complete product of a million and one experiences, none same as the other. How we think, what we do is pre-programmed without notice, … Continue reading Musing: What Does it Mean to be Human?
When Baawua, resident macho man and general troublemaker (in that order) finally gave his life to Christ, he expected the world would change to accommodate his new perspective on life. He anticipated a sudden ease in every hustle; the ephemeral peace that had at once taken over his heart when Pastor Ashimolo laid hands on … Continue reading What Baawua Gave to Jesus: Alias, The Body dier, Weak
He picked up his spectacles from on top the dresser and placing it firmly on his nose, turned to her. She drew the cigarette away from her lips, whistling a plume of smoke in his direction. Satisfaction played around the smirk on her lips. “And what are you so excited about?” She tongued the cigar … Continue reading As God does Punish.
