Dear Whoever is in Charge at Cocobod: Waaaaaaa look. I don’t even know who to address this letter to because your organization is being run by ghosts of failures past, present and soon-to-come. I want to show you something. Look at this. See! What the hell is THIS supposed to be? “Oh. Malaka. That’s Ghana’s […]
“There ain’t no black, there ain’t no black, there ain’t no black in the Union Jack!” When Bevis first moved to England from Ghana, this is what the kids would chant at her on the school yard. Bevis, now 40, is of Irish and Ghanaian heritage and spends her time divided between England and Ghana. […]
I spend a lot of time thinking about people, and I know that in our modern society that’s not considered a “good thing”. The general feeling is that we all need to concern ourselves with ourselves and let “me do me”. I can’t help it though, so there you have it. I’m about to take […]
“Ghana was ‘green’ long before there was a Green Movement.” That’s one of the expressions my Green friends and I have often smugly repeated to one another. Our pride is in a Ghana that just 30 years ago was so verdant and eco-responsible, it put Norway, Denmark and all those other northern European countries who […]
I had a co-worker who told me about a time he’d gone to pick his grandmother up from the train station or the airport. I can’t remember which. Where he picked her up from is not the point of the story. They were driving through a crowd of Black humanity somewhere down on the South […]
I don’t watch football too often, but when I do, there is a moment in each game that I live for. It’s when the referee frantically trots into the middle of the field whistle lodged between his chapped lips with a burn in his eyes. He throws a flag. I think he grabs one of […]
Question: Would you buy a can of Pepsi from someone who looked like this? Really think about it, so we can talk about it. It’s no secret that I am an unabashed fan of Lupita Nyong’o. She literally burst from obscurity to superstardom overnight. I’m sure she is absolutely brilliant in 12 Years a Slave, […]
I feel strange writing this piece today. It’s been four days since Komla Dumor’s passing, and in this Western society in which I’m firmly planted, I’m supposed to be over the shock by now. But I’m not. When someone of importance dies, we talk about it for a few days (or in some cases a […]
I certainly didn’t want this to be the news to pull me out of my writing funk. I was in the grocery store an hour ago, thinking privately about how there hasn’t been a single event lately to motivate me to write. Nothing has quite called for my indignation. I spent the better part of […]