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
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
This was my submission to the ADA open call for writers. I have always had an interest in the horror genre of film and recently began experimenting with some of its elements in my writing. Unfortunately my story was not picked; which is not surprising considering I still have a long way to go in … Continue reading Junior, My Boy (et dissimulas pecatta mea)
For Bernard, who came up with a wonderful title for something "I could write one day". I'm sorry its not a social commentary on youth trends and social yo yo. I hope this makes you smile though. It was a regular Friday evening when I met her. Music, alcohol and dance, I had chanced upon … Continue reading Ponks and the Skirts
Writers Note: There’s a fire in a pit, for some reason these are the first words that came out my brain when I opened word just now so that's what I will go with. There’s a fire in a pit ….. When there’s a fire in a pit my son what do you do? Do … Continue reading About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.
For Daasebre Dwamenah, who inspired the sadness inside me even before I knew what heartbreak was. Sing with the Angels, please. If the clouds darken and it thunders and you cant sleep When it rains and rains and the rain does not stop I will ignore my racing heart and walk through the rain So … Continue reading Rain, A Love Story
I write; Of warriors who once upon a time came upon a witch They had been travelling for days after a loosing war; had seen brothers slashed to pieces by the enemies sword, impaled on sticks for vultures to devour, cowards! They had been chased out, like dogs from the battlefront. And so they walked … Continue reading Of Warriors Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Witch.
The whole trip he had been scared, he knew his father sensed it, the way he turned away from the wheel and smiled at him … Continue reading Under his Shadow; a Metaphor to Being a Man
Sometimes it amazes me how much I know myself, how much I know life in itself. I know typing that last sentence I felt a bit cocky, I know anyone reading this who knows me thinks it’s me being my usual subtly conceited self (depends really on who the person is). The fact is, sometimes … Continue reading Alvin Akuamoah’s Fences