Anansesem, from the grand-child of the Ananse Man
Thursdays are for thirst-traps lol. My Gambian journey has been so ... interesting/entertaining/draining/seep full of experiences? But that's a story for another day lol. Today, I feature the work of one of the coolest people I've been privileged to meet during my short stay here. Here's Miss D.S. Lee's DS08. Clink, clatter! An assembly of … Continue reading DS 08: On A Water Dance of the Sexual Kind
Should his life have ended any sooner than it did, Sule was convinced he would have been a happier ghost. Something about all the screaming and forlorn expressions and that wheezing sound he now realised had been his breathing had carried on with him into the afterlife. Too much time was spent realising he was … Continue reading Before Sule Went to Heaven
Around 11 P.M yesterday, on my way back home from *****, my mind drifted to my grandmother. I remembered all of the things I should have when she died and in the backseat of a taxi - in all of the quiet and discomfort - I cried all of the tears I should have cried … Continue reading Fleeting: The Translucent Ghosts of Memories Past.
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
