Afrogames: An Animated Series

You’re walking down the street when you hear something loud from behind you with such force that your hairs briefly rise in alarm. Instinct kicks in and you step to the side then look behind you. You kiss your teeth, smirk and amusingly scold yourself for the silly scare. In fact, you look on nostalgically as a bunch of kids zoom past you in what looks like a wheelbarrow race but really is just them pushing old car tires with sticks in them, sometimes with water for lubrication.

akolabone Back In The Day

Tire x Sticks Illustrated by Okyne Taylor

The unburdened excitement plastered on their faces stirs something within you. Ah, childhood memories. Then you wonder, what if? Continue reading


Third Week in da T

Tamale's Artsy Road Signs

Tamale’s Artsy Road Signs

Today marks three weeks in Tamale for me and boy has it been an awkward thirteen days of September.

I start my service tomorrow and I do not look forward to it.

I still don’t have my own place to just hang, yet. I’m still working on that. I’ve got some pretty cool offers compared to Accra but the locals here tell me those are kinda up the tier so I’m still digging around and maybe, just maybe, I’m being cheap.

But hey, things are expensive now, you’ll do about anything to cut costs too I hope.

I’ve made some friends. The newest and possibly the closest or rather, most likable, is an imposing Christian fanatic.

The irony.

Work! Now work, I think I should be fired. I’m constantly being hit with the brutal truth that I can only thrive in a laissez-faire work environment where there isn’t so much pressure and I’m allowed some creative space. Either that or I need a dedicated shrink to pry me outta the overwhelming web of insignificance I keep wandering off into.

My mind is so muddled I can barely think. I can hardly get my thoughts together or get my ass up out of the bare, hot, single-room dwelling I’m currently bunking in. I’m so out of my zone I hardly get online, only managing a few WhatsApp messages at a time to inquire about stuff.

I have been unable to track what’s happening in the world, follow up on stuff that matter to me, heck, I haven’t even been able to push my boy Worlasi’s upcoming tape, do post Chale Wote stuff, check on akolabone, check on ACCRA[dot]ALT nor update Squid Magazine.

I think the lack of mundane stuff like a table and chair is 70% to blame. Like, there is no chair where I am and it really gets to me.

But not anymore.

Furniture or none, my short bout of techno depression is over although I must say, I’ve been on SnapChat a number of times which is interesting considering it is usually the last place I am whether I’m on or off my metaphobe steez and also how airtel treats me here sometimes (I’ve been trying to post since noon).

I can’t wait to get my ass back on IG and FB.

Oh boy.

I resumed work on a story that should have ended sometime in August and I’m positive about myself once again. I believe I’m on track; for what I can’t say exactly. I’m expecting a computer by Tuesday so the pain of my loss at least should be eased.

Tamale from here on should be fun.

Fingers crossed.


PREACH 2: 9-10

WORLASI is a multi-talented songwriter, painter, rapper, singer, beat maker and imho, poet.

POETRA ASANTEWAA is an amazing and equally talented wordsmith, fashion designer and creative honcho á la yobbings. She’s possibly Ghana’s dopest spoken word act.

Worlasi I know personally, Poetra, not really, but have a crush on (gosh how many crushes do I have now? yare yare)

Anyhow, both creatives are set to release bodies of work just after each other, the former I believe on the last day of September and the latter next month.

Coincidence? Maybe.

Fate? Well isn’t that the possibility!

I’m excited for both projects, Worlasi’s Nus3 which is Ewe for Strength and Poetra’s in your face, jaw gaping title, Motherfucktitude: the NAKED ones.

I’ve no idea what direction Poetra’s work is gonna take. My guess is, a planet load of narratives that honestly explore feminism, race and humanity in beautiful rhyme that doesn’t scream amateur hour accompanied by that sensual voice that roots you to the spot. More importantly however, based off her Instagram poetry stints, I am confident the potency of her thoughts will dump you in a dark tunnel where that blinding yet difficult to grasp light at the end is wisdom we badly need.

Motherfucktitude: the NAKED ones

Motherfucktitude: the NAKED ones

And with a title like that, I’m ready to first motherfuck my ears into euphoria then scream my lungs out, motherfucktitude!


That’s the cover for Worlasi’s mixtape. It beautifully captures the spirit of the “you’re your own master and slave” mantra. Let’s pretend that’s me instead of Worlasi in the photo. I’m more a slave to my whims, easily letting negativity get to me instead of picking myself up like a boss and screaming motherfuck the world and just doing me (forgive me, Drake’s Over is blasting through my ears atm).

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My Year In Review



2013 has been one helluva year, it in many ways, has been my greatest year by far.

Did I make a million dollars, get my own crib, get a girl, sleep less, finally figure out what the hell I wanna do with my life or finally figure out what I’m talented at? Um well, no!

I think this year has been the greatest chiefly due to one thing, I’ve been happier! Yup, that simple. If you’re like that with me, you’d know I can be depressed for long periods, this annoying mood usually arising from my own self-pity and constant nagging.

I dunno what my pals think, but personally, I feel like this year has seen that at an all time low and boy am I glad. Starting out this year, instead of the usual page long or so resolutions I wrote and started abandoning by the end of January, I simply resolved to be a better version of myself. Vague, I know!

But hey, here I am!

I’ve always loved tech, heck I wanna program although I don’t think i’m too bright at this, but i’m trying anyway.

I love music and try to make some, that doesn’t seem to be going great either, at least commercially anyway. For fun however, mehnnn [Kwabena Jones voice], I dey ball roff roff… hehehe (would’ve added lol but just read a ludicrous comment that lol means lucifer our lord. sighs)

Musically, I discovered, well more like fell in love with a new act, again if you know me, you can easily figure it’s something to do with rap. So yeah, since Mr. West has decided braggadocio is the ultimate way to go in his music, lyricism coupled with style still tops the list for me, welcome Yonas. Y’all should check him out. Which brings me to the other musical highlight of the year, EDM (Electronic Dance Music) and boy does Yonas blend HipHop with EDM so well, so yeah, ultimate win win!

Oh let’s not forget Wiley and his Eski beat (aka Grime).

Anyway, as I’m sure most (at least what I think is normal) people are, the stasis isn’t quite right, I hate sitting around doing nothing, though that’s what I seem to do best (I swear I have a PhD). This year once again saw Chale Wote in the middle of the year and Ind!e Fuse to commence the Christmas festivities. I was very much a part of both events, helping out in my own small way the Accra dot Alt team. Yaaaaay! The way then I make happy eh…..chale!!!!

I’m also happy for Akolabone, the clothing company I’m a part of. We made some moves this year, made some mistakes and are learning from it and trying to improve ourselves and finally taste resounding success! You really should check out previous designs and watch out for next year’s collection; it’s gonna be off the chizain (I dunno,did I spell that correctly?)

Em what else? Oh yeah, I think I got more sociable this year. At least I have more friends acquaintances now in school than I did in all my two years so far. Big win chale! And twice, I almost got a girl, silly illusions both times chale. LOL!

Well, I think that’s been about it. I’m sure there’s more stuff (or less) that I could blabber on about but chale…

I’m glad the year is almost over and there’s a new year to look forward to. If there’s one thing I benefited from this year, it must be a reduction in the amount the haze in my life. I can see better than before (more clarity), but still not clearly enough. Oh well, next year, hurry your ass on here so I can see what’s up.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


the Lord Of The Ring


the L.O.T.R.

Wale‘s Ambition boomed through the speakers.

The feeling was all gee.

The night was crisp; it wasn’t chilling, it was just perfect!

Two prison’s officers, all geared up, dark shades on, buff [you knew they weren’t to mess with] led the pack. A pack of hungry wolves? Neh!

T’was the winning team!

This really cool looking pack, all fresh and macho, adorned in yellow t-shirts, repping hard for Best Bargain GH, who in turn affiliated and repped even harder for the ring master and Lord, towards his mighty throne.

A true Lord, the yellow surrounded and cleared the way for him as only a king should enjoy. Reaching the ring, the ropes were pulled down for as he made his way into the his ring.

The announcer did his job, the ref did his job, the king and his slave agreed to be fair to each other in their display of sportsmanship, strength and agility, the power dynamics were set in motion and it was on!

Blue corner the king, the other corner Daniel “Sunday King Hammer”Adjei Sowah!

Ring goes the bell. The king only knows victory, and victory is what he had come for. But oh ho! This tool [hammer] had no intentions of going down easy. Sheer perfection!

He jabbed, threw his fist, a left, a right, a combo, punched, all in hopes he might faze the king so as to leave an opening to guarantee his name is etched in history as the privileged one to have clobbered and hammered the king.

Wickedly he jabbed, he was furious, vicious, did he have a personal vendetta against the king? I can’t tell; but boy did he try.

Try, yes he did!


Dude! Are you gonna throw a proper punch or what?

Only thing wrong? He was simply fodder for the Lord of the Ring. The Lord after all did say, “I will never stand and trade punches with my opponent in the ring but I will beat him”.

The king must have gotten bored with the insects charade. A quick lesson or two on how punches are thrown later, SKH wished he hadn’t enrolled in LOTR school for Winners.

A left, a right, a combo, no one could tell which was which, whether that was a right or left hook. Wait what was that? It was so fast, I could swear he punched with both hands.

The combos were unceasing and relentless; if christians could only learn to pray this way.

Not so tough anymore the slave, lesson upon lesson on modesty the Lord taught.

But no, the other corner wanted to prove he knew better and acted stubborn.

Left, right, left hook and his entire anatomy was on the floor; how he didn’t convulse and pass out, beyond me.

People just don’t learn. He actually fancied a comeback chance with the Lord; the impunity!The clock was ticking, it was nearing the sound of the bell, break time was nigh upon us; well mostly upon SKH. 

The Sunday King Hammer had become the anvil, clobbered down by none other than a king. o_O

The ten second countdown had begun…

Meanwhile, on the birdwatch network, Lord Aqeel had earlier chirped tweeted he would end his lesson in the third round.

Back to the countdown: 10, 9 … the lesson finally set in.

Sena Aqeel “Lord of the Ring” Agbeko had within the first round and rather effortlessly, continued his streak to fifteen (15), wins all by KOs.


Victory Squad

Is there a match for the L.O.T.R.?

As one lover (no, not that kind) of the Lord puts it, the fight was so quick, the cameras ( mind you there were about four) were unable to capture it. Xoxo.

The team was estatic. His team, crew, support, family, pack, procession stormed his ring to hail their champ, it was all pride and glory as always for the “Lord of the Ring”!

PS: his original opponent from Nigeria (omo Naija, what dey happen now? Everything correct?) chickened out. His fight almost didn’t come on as no other middleweight fighters were willing unafraid enough to challenge him. Just a side note. 🙂

Check out the Lord, Sena Agbeko herehere and here and also follow his updates here, or look at photos of his life here.

Hardwork|Dedication|Prayers|Belief|The Best Team

This and Not This

Pound for pound is how it went down last night at the Accra Sports Stadium as 7 bouts went down.

Ok truth be told, just about 5 were power and action packed. The other 2 were just, bleh…

Anyway, Joseph King Kong Agbeko defended his IBO Bantamweight title last night against Luiz Mendelez from Columbia. Was it fun? Yup!

Chale, from what I heard by way of mouth and from the little googling I did on K. Kong’s opponent, I bet K. Kong expected the fight to be a walk in the park; it was not!

For a moment there I thought he would actually lose! Like really!

The consensus I gathered that night was that, K. Kong won mostly because he had more stamina. But damn, Mendelez was tough! And very confident too. Can you imagine fighting someone on his own turf with but a handful of people behind you?

So hurray, Ghana ,through K. Kong retained her championship. Good!

I thought he would actually lose! Like really!

I thought he would actually lose! Like really!

Now on to the bad.

Disorganization be what?! Herh?

So along with #teamaqeel , I arrived at the stadium pretty early, like around 7. Stuff was still being set up chale.

At least when everything punched off, the ringside was pretty much star studded, and of course, star packed! The popular stands were also vibing with “jama” which I’m not so sure could possibly motivate anyone. Oh well..

So yeah, big ups to Fresh Kings Promotions (Entertainers), OMP and all who made this happen.

Some smart alec decided it was ok to place both projectors meant to serve the fnas in the popular stands on only one side of the pitch. Well at least someone fixed that.

It wasn’t after the second bout that they begun to change the postion of one of the projected screens to benefit fans on the other side of the stadium, which ironically, had more people.

Fight was scheduled to start at 9, don’t even ask when it kicked off.

A (if you may) rooster was prepared, clearly stating the order in which the fights would occur. Followed through on the first three bouts, the rest, let’s just say I highly doubted all the fights would come on.

K. Kong’s fight was scheduled to be last, the crowning fight, the highlight. My reasoning tells me this is to give the other boxers billed to fight their own spotlight as well; all in brotherly sportsmanship love.

Didn’t happen.

Luckily, we got to see Manyo Plange, one of the featured boxers fight before K.Kong. That dude is viscious! Of course he won; I think by T.K.O.!

This is the “Columbiano” O_O

This is the “Columbiano” O_O

Then on came K. Kong. I wouldn’t speak on him because all the headlines are abuzz with him anyway. But chale, that “Columbiano” was persistent! Oh did I mention Samini sang our national anthem?

Anything special about it? Nope!! I was hoping for some sort of rendition, but oh well! The Columbian anthem was sang as well, amidst boos, very typical and expected, in contrast with Samini’s which.. well you can imagine.


After K. Kong’s fight, people just up’d and assumed the night was over. Don’t people listen or read? People can to leave after the champ had been crowned, totally forgetting there were other bouts to be fought. I don’t blame them.

They had seen what they came for. Only true boxing fans stayed on to watch the other bouts. And by that time, the gates were opened and as you can well imagine, everyone trooped in to the ringside! An awesome experience for them I can imagine!

Frederick Lawson won his fight, clinching the IBF Continental Africa Welterweight title. Then on came Duke Micah. Now that was enjoyable. His opponent (Michael Barnor) put on good show along with him. Duke emerged winner.

Then on to this guy! Sena Agbeko. More on him in my next post. His opponent could have at least, trained for a year before getting in the ring with him. Ah! What is that?! He might as well change his name from Sunday King Hammer to “Sundays I sing “mama”; or maybe it’s because he fought on a friday satruday?O.o

Oh well, last night was great!


the winning squad.

So-So Edition

So my home girl, Sophia Haick, a fashion student at Radford Uni- College, and of course, an enterprising aspiring entrepreneur (lol..don’t mind me), recently made some skirts that are totaly fab and worth wearing, by every cedi!!

Check out the pics and hit her up on her facebook or call her on +233 26 754 3436 to place an order; let’s support made in Ghana goods.

And oh, a side note, she’s sorta “our” Mrs. Akolabone!!!