Journal / Since 2011

Asantewa bleeds words.

Poems, prayers, grief, conviction, softness and the daily work of becoming.

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Textual Claims: DEMO

In 2015, a protester carried a refrigerator through the street with a message written across its door in red marker. Nine years later, at…

A man once ran for the highest office in the country without showing his face anywhere in his own campaign. Decades earlier, a woman's…

A hardware store in Accra is called GOOD ADVICE. Not Good Advice Hardware, not Good Advice Tools and Fittings, just GOOD ADVICE, painted across…

A barbering shop in Accra offers, among its cuts, the Boeing 707. A name for a haircut, not a business. It's not unique to…

At night, in traffic, a rear windscreen glows blue and asks a question nobody else on the road was invited to answer. ARE YOU…

Doctrine takes a sermon to arrive. Text doesn't wait that long. Before anyone sings, before a single sermon is preached, the letters on the…