Fiction

  • Kibamba

    No one had ever seen Kibamba but there were various depictions of what she looked like: she had two heads, and where the eyes were meant to be, there were only hollow sockets. Her head had been split into two, and she carried a pestle and a mortar to grind the bones of her victims

    Yeayi Kobina

  • This Body Of Mine, It's Not Mine

    "Much of my suffering stems from the fact that I’ve not fully grasped the unpredictable nature of this world. What makes me suffer more is my unrelenting determination to steer that unpredictability in my favour."

    Baaba Tekyi-Mensah

  • Love Is A Ritual

    "These two, here because they believe love is no longer enough for them to stay. Your job is to remind them that love is not always a feeling, but a ritual sang in the heart of night and the sternum of morning."

    Papa Mmireku Ohene-Agyekum

  • The Ones Left Behind

    "Our love existed within the confines of secrecy, sheltered from a society that harboured deep-seated hate towards us."

    Benjamin Cyril Arthur

  • The End

    "I didn’t care about the height anymore, or the distance between where I was and where I needed to be. The sun sank lower, and the world grew quiet around me. I was already gone, even if my body hadn’t fully caught up yet."

    Le Nuage

  • The Colour of Tomorrow's Rain

    “The day Daavi's rain predictions failed was the same day my sister stopped speaking.“

    McLord Selasi