• SAY IT LOUD! The understated euphony of O.L

    When he sings, rising pop star, O.L summons the great crooners all at once: Brown, Timberlake, Antwi, Jackson. His honeyed delivery conveys a singular sensual charisma. That he arrives in the classic tall, chocolate build, and delightful smile that appeals to the fairer sex makes him the more troublesome. ...
  • STREET DISCIPLE: Kofi Mole

    In an Abelenkpe-bound Uber cab, rapper Kofi Mole who, due to his bleached dreadlocks and silvery braces, evokes a young Lil Wayne, holds his smartphone to his ear, mumbling half-finished melody over dance-ready instrumentation pouring from the phone’s speaker. Covering his upper body is a Calvin Klein polo shirt,...
  • GRANDPAPA’S TALES: Rockstone on Nightlife, Hiplife & His MANY LIVES

    Reggie Rockstone cracks a generous nostalgic smile. “Who would have ever thought that these same words that I spoke in ’93, ’94 would become as is today?” his voice a sprightly upspeak. The famous words? “Nightlife in Accra.”  I have invited the hiplife leader to juxtapose between the city’s...
  • SAMINI: The Music! The Magic! The Man!

    Before we sit, Samini wraps up with the tapeline-bearing stylist who has trailed him here—stretching out both arms for his measurements to be taken. An undertone discourse ensues between both men, interspersed with head nodding and wags of disrelish at a fabric texture or colour suggestion. It is not...
  • Luigi Maclean opens up on Vocals & VGMAs

    Luigi Maclean’s rise to mainstream notice has been nothing short of miraculous—an astounding run overseen by an Amazing God. Little wonder that his maiden single bears the same title. Only two years after guesting on mentor Joe Mettle’s Bo Noo Ni (which won 3 awards at the 2018 VGMAs),...
  • ART OF THE TALE: The Roverman Script

    “Let’s take a selfie instead,” proposes James Ebo Whyte. It is infrequent for a 64-year-old to know about selfies, much less take them—but not Whyte, the renowned storyteller with whom I have just wrapped up a conversation—he’s the cool grandpa. He smiles into my camera, eyes glistening with youth....
  • “Day off” with Sadiq

    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...
  • Seyi Shay: The duty of an artist is to be flawed

    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...
  • BLAKK IS BOLD, BOLD IS THE VOICE: The Blakk Rasta Story

      “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...