February Specials

Curator’s Note

Origin is a great burden. Someone else might say, to be Ghanaian and a writer is the greatest burden. Now, we cannot speak much about the greater evil.

The Naming of Wind

Fui Can-Tamakloe

We be the Sobolo Boys. As we be kiddies, Lankai always dey talk blood be thick pass water, but e no thick pass sobolo. We dey call wona-selves Sobolo Boys sekof we know sey wona bond thick pass blood. Nothing dey wey I no go do for Castro or Lankai, wey I know sey dem too go fit die give me. We be the original Hakuna Matata. The real Asheee Gbeyie.

A Good Wife

Yolanda Kwadey

FICTION

Her husband’s eyes flung open as if he knew that she would kill him, and she plunged the knife into the duvet once, then twice. The duvet was making strange whipping noises like windy rain against a roof, or the moving zip of a rubber jacket. He was screaming.

Walking with

Mr Kodzo

That Good

Old Taste

Kofi Akpabli

FICTION

Martin Egblewogbe

The words died on my lips, because instead of the old man there sat a skeleton, the empty fixed grin of the skull and the black eye-sockets turned towards me.

NONFICTION

Across the decades, Ghanaian food has changed. Or perhaps, food has stayed the same and we have changed. Either way, the taste has shifted, slipped, softened, sometimes vanished altogether. And Christmas, of all seasons, exposes it mercilessly.

Accra is a

Character

NONFICTION

Kobby Ankomah-Graham

For anyone paying attention, Accra feels like a character in a book. Consider how people describe this place, using words like “friendly,” “safe,” and, whispered behind closed doors, “greedy.” Walk Accra’s streets long enough, and you will acquire a sense of narrative, whether you open a book or not

NONFICTION

A creative industry thrives when its ecosystem is close to complete—when all parts work together in a way that supports creation, circulation, and sustainability. There is no true “end point” in creativity; it is cyclical. A functional ecosystem means that alongside talented writers, poets, and spoken word artists, there are professionals managing, refining, distributing, and amplifying their work

What’s Next? Rethinking Investment in the Ghanaian Literature Scene

Lizz Johnson

Aubade &

Other Poems

Pleasure &

Other Poems

POETRY

Henneh Kyereh Kwaku

Hear me, beloved—

Wherever our bodies make a song,

We will call home;

POETRY

Afia Ansong

Afia, i’ll gather my friends like dirty harvested yams

We’ll go to Osu and listen to young girls weigh dollars

in their waist

Translingual

Delivery

POETRY

Kofi Konadu Berko

Abortion is against the will of God, and they could wait, this man, this family. It is not God who put the baby inside the belly. Surely, someone else must answer for the blood. Surely, someone else must answer this will of God.