There is a silent war happening on the wrists and necks of women across this country, and it is time...
If your Kente doesn’t announce your arrival from across the street, go home, change, and try again—because in Ghana, you don’t just wear this cloth; you...
Clothes are everywhere. In markets from Makola to Milan, racks overflow with colour, fabric, and possibility. Yet not everyone who wears clothes truly styles them. The...
For a long time, if you wanted to dress “African” for the world, you had to be loud. The expectation was that African fashion meant a...
The first time my American friend attended a Ghanaian wedding, she clutched my arm like I had led her into a trap. “Another bride is coming,”...
For centuries, if you wanted to signal that you had arrived—truly arrived—you slipped into something by a French fashion house. Paris and Milan dictated what royalty...
The first time I saw a woman escorted from a funeral grounds for wearing the wrong earrings, I understood something profound: in Ghana, jewelry isn’t just...
We have all been there. Standing in front of the mirror, turning side to side, tugging at a hem or pulling at a waistband, trying to...
You bring them home. You try them on the next morning, and something just feels... off.
And Kente? The name itself comes from "kenten"—basket
