I ask myself… I ask myself, what if He doesn't like me? I know. I know. It sounds like such a childish thing to say. It’s the whine of a twelve-year...Read more

The studio was quiet, but inside Kofi’s headphones, his late father was still breathing. Kofi sat alone in the editing suite in Accra, the pale ligh...Read more

People say consistency is a good thing. A virtue. A strength. Something to be proud of. But to me? Consistency feels like drowning on dry land. It's...Read more