I could almost see a tear in her eye as she spoke to me. The passion in her voice made it quiver and her constant slapping of her hands to emphasize a point didn’t help either. Her natural hair, her slim physique, her gestures and brown slippers gave nothing away of the strong views about …
His name is Ebo Taylor
He sits before me in his black hat, slanted awkwardly in a typical showman fashion to accompany the sunglasses he dons. The combination of patched blue and white that makes the bulk of the colours on his shirt and the black trousers held up by the black belt with a gold buckle, though modest, screams …
Welcome Home
When you get that feeling in your tummy and hear a voice announce you are descending into the town and the movie you are watching in the plane has 30 more minutes to go, then, I guess, you know it’s not really a dream. At least that’s how I felt when the plane descended into …
The Night Ghana Met Naija
The flash from the cameras, the swiping of the card-like tickets, the barking of instructions from the muscled men at the gates, the display clothes and accessories of all shapes and colours, the slow cruising ‘flashy’ cars; evidence to alert me I was at a major event in capital. On the night of June 30 …