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...
If walking were a pill, it would be the most expensive, sought-after prescription on the planet.
The city is buzzing with a new kind of energy that has little to do with the usual traffic on the Spintex Road and everything to...
For years, the dream of owning property in Ghana seemed tied almost exclusively to Accra. The capital’s skyline, job opportunities, and fast-paced lifestyle pulled people in....
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...
In the humid warmth of a typical afternoon in Accra or the sweltering heat of a summer day in the West, the advice is always the...
I lied to myself for years. Said I didn’t have time for the gym. Said my knees were too old for impact. Said walking to the...
The day the demolition crew showed up, my friend called me laughing. Said there must be a mistake. He had papers. He had receipts. He had...
I lied to myself for years. Said I didn’t have time for the gym. Said my knees were too old for impact. Said walking to the...
When Jamia Kirk called her family to tell them she was moving to Ghana, she hadn’t saved up for months. She hadn’t lined up a remote...
