Raoul de Jong was 28 years old when he received an email that would change his life. Written in capital letters, it read: “I’M SEARCHING FOR...
From Ghanaian courtyards to city streets abroad, libation remains a bridge between the living and the departed Before the speeches begin and before the drums find...
Before sunrise, the streets of Tamale begin to stir. Drums roll through the cool northern air, horses decorated in bright fabric stamp against the earth, and...
Before the first sip is taken at many Ghanaian gatherings, a small portion of the drink belongs to someone unseen. A splash of schnapps hits the...
The sound of drums will open the morning, scholars will debate the meaning of sacred sound and ritual, and performers will carry centuries of memory through...
The scent of salt air from the Gulf of Guinea mingles with the rising dust of Accra, but it is the rhythmic, earthy thud of feet...
The drums don’t just announce the festival. They wake the ancestors. It’s Easter Monday in Abura Dunkwa, Central Region, and the air has already thickened with...
As the harsh harmattan winds of the north begin to soften and the cracked earth of the Upper East Region thirsts for relief, a transformation takes...
In the heart of Kumasi, where the air often carries the scent of tropical rain and roasting plantain, lies a palace that holds the soul of...
