Homecoming Across the village, the moon spreads for my homecoming, It has been a thousand moons The birds no longer tweet, nor do the crickets
Seaside Reel – 50 Years After Staring out to sea from Ostania shores Suddenly, distances I had never swum Heaved, rewinding to a
On the Eve of Freedom At the tall gilded gates We might raucously dance Perhaps weep And kneel in the deep ruts of anguish The journey thus far A
She smiled and tapped the seat of the empty chair next to her in welcome. And so it was, that I sat beside the legendary Ama Ata Aidoo up
I remember several of us––Kinna, Ayesha, Nana Akua, Nana Awere, Kofi Apabli, Nii Ayi, etc—at Kotoka International Airport. We were giddy and loud
Ikoyi, 2019. Typical Nigerian weather in October. It’s sunny, cloudy, and rainy. Keke from Obalende to Ikoyi. I want to become a writer of books.
Before NoViolet Bulawayo, the most prominent writer from the city of Bulawayo was Yvonne Vera whose ideas of home and homecoming were central to
Girl, why Ihechi? No offence, but you deserve better. That’s ridiculous. What does better mean? More confident? Less confused? Washy words? Grand
Where do you consider home and why? Home is many things and many places to me—a physical space, a people to whom I belong, a community I can rest
Where do you consider home and why? Officially I call Ghana home, but my idea of home is not really attached to a place. Home is my loved ones.