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For the ever-bubbly Kathy Mirian Sakyi, event planning is not merely an occupation; it’s an actual love affair. I can tell by the blushing of her cheeks—the dreamy sway of her head when she discusses the industry, and the fast-blossoming Crystal Haze Company (which she is CEO of). Also,...
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Stretched out on one end of an L-shaped couch, in a t-shirt and shorts, Sadiq Abdullai Abu points the remote control at the large TV on the wall of his living room. An Afropop music video replaces Leonardo DiCaprio’s frightened face. Sadiq coughs, and then yawns. He clearly hasn’t...
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a) Isaiah 45:2 : “I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron.” On his way to the Fantasy Dome Saturday night, this scripture has come to him. As a...
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Seyi Shay—flushed in a kind of traje de flamenca with spaghetti sleeves—parries a particularly persistent fly bent on partaking in our conversation, which ensues on the compound of a quiet house on Archer Rd. (Dzorwulu). The insect disappears from around her ear, but it would not be long before...
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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...
For the ever-bubbly Kathy Mirian Sakyi, event planning is not merely an occupation; it’s an actual love affair. I can tell by the blushing of her cheeks—the dreamy sway of her head when she discusses the industry, and the fast-blossoming Crystal Haze Company (which she is CEO of). Also,...
Stretched out on one end of an L-shaped couch, in a t-shirt and shorts, Sadiq Abdullai Abu points the remote control at the large TV on the wall of his living room. An Afropop music video replaces Leonardo DiCaprio’s frightened face. Sadiq coughs, and then yawns. He clearly hasn’t...
a) Isaiah 45:2 : “I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron.” On his way to the Fantasy Dome Saturday night, this scripture has come to him. As a...
Seyi Shay—flushed in a kind of traje de flamenca with spaghetti sleeves—parries a particularly persistent fly bent on partaking in our conversation, which ensues on the compound of a quiet house on Archer Rd. (Dzorwulu). The insect disappears from around her ear, but it would not be long before...
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...