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Stonebwoy’s Kpokɛkɛ ditches pity for pomp. It comes from a place where worries don’t get a seat at the high table, and cheer gets defined properly. There are no clothed pretences – the kind that lives, dies and resurrects – in the Instagram search box. The song’s strength is...
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“This is the place,” the good-natured taxi driver finally announces, pulling up near a house tucked deep in the McCarthy Hills. As I step out of the cab, a neat breeze salutes me, as do healthy greenery and overall quietude. The driver, dark and middle-aged, turns the cab...
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Prince Bright’s response to my question on melody sounds academic, as though it were taken from a paper he’s just handed in as part of coursework. “It’s a platform that defines music, bringing every element to life. It’s when an artist decides to hit sweet tones to be able...
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“Can we have the music off?” Jeff Luneau queries rhetorically, in an accent reeking of both French and English. The music in the cafeteria — soft House melody —vaporizes immediately, replaced by the sound of cutlery against ceramic and of our own voices bartering sentences. On his side of...
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From my waiting spot (a porch swing behind him), I watch the dreadlocked Rocky Dawuni bite into the tender slice of plantain that is his choice of break-time snack today, his 50th birthday. Roasted golden brown and enjoyed with peanuts, ‘Kofi Brokeman’ (as the chow is nicknamed in these...
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JANUARY 4, 2019 – ROUND PAVILION, TRADE FAIR CENTER, ACCRA “Azonto Never Dies” As he has hardly mastered any modern dance steps, Paddie Man leaves boogie duties to the colorful revelers around him, mainly Yayera; sweet yellow-skirted dark chocolate with effervescent eyes, most at home in the crook of...
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“See how peaceful proceedings are here; no gidigidi whatsoever,” said a weary voice from a scruffy jacket in the yard, to no one in particular. “I’ve not even sighted wee around here,” he continued the unsolicited oration. “Had it been the other guy’s show, this whole venue would reek...
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AICC – Accra, Ghana. Happy thoughts, Gabriel. Happy thoughts! I search my mind frantically for memories that will distract me from this packed furnace I’ve willingly walked into—and quickly settle on the one item that has been proven to give me comfort: Yayera’s pork. This afternoon, when I...
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For someone complaining of menstrual cramps, my friend Yayera was having an awfully good time; rapping along to convoluted phrases that constitute M.anifest’s verses, both hands busy with hip-hop mannerism. She was not the only one. Down at the floor, just before the metal barricades separating regular ticket holders...
Stonebwoy’s Kpokɛkɛ ditches pity for pomp. It comes from a place where worries don’t get a seat at the high table, and cheer gets defined properly. There are no clothed pretences – the kind that lives, dies and resurrects – in the Instagram search box. The song’s strength is...
“This is the place,” the good-natured taxi driver finally announces, pulling up near a house tucked deep in the McCarthy Hills. As I step out of the cab, a neat breeze salutes me, as do healthy greenery and overall quietude. The driver, dark and middle-aged, turns the cab...
Prince Bright’s response to my question on melody sounds academic, as though it were taken from a paper he’s just handed in as part of coursework. “It’s a platform that defines music, bringing every element to life. It’s when an artist decides to hit sweet tones to be able...
“Can we have the music off?” Jeff Luneau queries rhetorically, in an accent reeking of both French and English. The music in the cafeteria — soft House melody —vaporizes immediately, replaced by the sound of cutlery against ceramic and of our own voices bartering sentences. On his side of...
From my waiting spot (a porch swing behind him), I watch the dreadlocked Rocky Dawuni bite into the tender slice of plantain that is his choice of break-time snack today, his 50th birthday. Roasted golden brown and enjoyed with peanuts, ‘Kofi Brokeman’ (as the chow is nicknamed in these...
JANUARY 4, 2019 – ROUND PAVILION, TRADE FAIR CENTER, ACCRA “Azonto Never Dies” As he has hardly mastered any modern dance steps, Paddie Man leaves boogie duties to the colorful revelers around him, mainly Yayera; sweet yellow-skirted dark chocolate with effervescent eyes, most at home in the crook of...
“See how peaceful proceedings are here; no gidigidi whatsoever,” said a weary voice from a scruffy jacket in the yard, to no one in particular. “I’ve not even sighted wee around here,” he continued the unsolicited oration. “Had it been the other guy’s show, this whole venue would reek...
AICC – Accra, Ghana. Happy thoughts, Gabriel. Happy thoughts! I search my mind frantically for memories that will distract me from this packed furnace I’ve willingly walked into—and quickly settle on the one item that has been proven to give me comfort: Yayera’s pork. This afternoon, when I...
For someone complaining of menstrual cramps, my friend Yayera was having an awfully good time; rapping along to convoluted phrases that constitute M.anifest’s verses, both hands busy with hip-hop mannerism. She was not the only one. Down at the floor, just before the metal barricades separating regular ticket holders...