Diverse, passionate and energetic.
I am a multi-faceted expressionist, with a penchant for big, bold thinking.
Looking to gain experience to build my own creative enterprises and develop the arts and cultural industry in Ghana and the wider African continent.
From filming, editing and conducting an interview for London-based charity, 'The Vessel'(and my own music videos), to running an Instagram-hosted fashion blog, I am quick to learn and eager to expand my skills in as many creative capacities as possible.
I am good at reading people and figuring out what they want
Projects
- .botswanaHere's a short improvisation I produced about two mornings ago. Initially it was supposed to be sampled from this video: https://www.instagram.com/p/BipzKKBANYh/?hl=en&taken-by=checkoutafrica But inspiration fell flat as I struggled to find the right melodies, that wouldn't seem too obvious. Then I found a software instrument called the Karimba Morph, which was most likely designed the after mbira, an African musical instrument. The beat is melancholic yet serene, with strong and layered melodies that flow into one another, but still, give the beat time to 'catch it's breath' at different points. On analysis of the instrumental and my creative process, I draw parallels with the tensions that lie between Africa's poverty and the beauty in its natural, simplistic ways of life, untarnished by modernism. But also, the conceptual jumps I had to make to draw out these conclusions made me reflect on the internal tensions between my Ghanaian-African heritage and identity, and my post-modern/millennial worldviews. So I thought I'd retain the cultural significance of the creative process that took place, deciding that ".botswana" is the perfect name. I just haven't found the perfect cover art. I'm really proud of how it turned out, please give it a listen and let me know what you think!
- "Smile"'Two people are stuck in an elevator. One is a young woman who is dressed smartly. She has on a wireless earpiece and speaks in brisk, had-her-coffee this morning quips. The other is an attractive man of equal age. He too is dressed smartly, with his eyes reading over the side of the elevator for the umpteenth time. She didn't even bother to say good morning. They are taking the elevator to different floors. He the 8th. For her, the 9th floor was her destination. They wait impatiently and don't
- "Sometimes I hear crickets" We were in your room amongst the fairy lights that danced along the wall behind your bed, at the foot of it, you hung your head over the edge. The bulbs cast sparse beams of light across the small and cozy space. Pictures of your family and memories I was never a part of watch over you. The maroon-colored curtains are pulled shut and it’s 1:30AM. In the center of your bedroom, I sat on floor with my legs crossed; and I ran my right index finger over the grainy variations of the floor’s frosty surface with my head a few inches from your own. Also, I had my eyes conveniently levelled with the curves of your chest and following its peaks and falls with a shyly and crudely inquisitive gaze. Your eyes were straining at the message box which had been waiting for you to send some words into space. This was your lowest point. You hated texting and you hated what people talked about: A new song that needed you to listen, like and share (but never understand). A new gadget that people who would really need would be too poor to afford Another blog Another job hosting a club event. A friend bailing on your plans for the weekend… Now that sucked. Minutes slipped by and you had still not thought of anything to say. Consequently, your phone screen locked which pissed you off so much that you flung it down the side of your leg. To your annoyance, it bounced wildly off the bed, hitting a pillow propped against the bed board under your pictures and fairy lights before hitting the floor. I tried to pick it up but all I did was prove for the hundredth fucking time that I couldn’t touch anything around you. Well maybe not really. I could feel your arm or hold the handle to a door but I couldn’t apply any force to my actions. In a space where we shared matter, mine moved nothing. I couldn’t feel you nor speak to you. A shout or a whisper, it did not matter, you couldn’t hear me. Whether I tapped your shoulder or grabbed your hair. It did not matter. I was not there. But I was and yet, for some inexplicable reason you just couldn’t acknowledge that. Mentally and physically. You were incapable of registering my presence and I hated you for it. I don’t know why but I just did. Moreover, I don’t know how I found myself sitting in the bedroom of a girl who literally didn’t know I existed but it had been a month since I met you and I was still infuriatingly infatuated with the situation I found myself in. I had fallen in love with you and you didn’t even know I existed. Like really. What type of shit is that? My breakdowns would usually occur after 20 minutes. Can also be found on my blog: lifeisamyth.com
Work history
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WriterMore Branches
NigeriaFreelance
Freelance and remote content creation for Nigerian-based magazine, 'More Branches', where I discuss relevant, conscious content for the contemporary African audience.
VolunteerPhotoworks Ltd
- Brighton, United KingdomInternship
In this role, I helped with various organizing stages of a city-wide photo exhibition (The Brighton Photo Biennial), which included: setting up flyers, helping exhibition installation and in-gallery guidance.
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Skills
- Social Media Management
- Research Writing
- Graphic Design
- Sound Engineering
- Sound Design
- Copywriting
- Journalism
- Conceptual Copywriting
- Music Composition
- Video Editing
Education
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Law with International Relations (BA)University of Sussex
Brighton, United Kingdom
Course undertook: Law with International Relations. Modules included: Development and the State, Equity Law, Contract Law, Land Law, Global Resistance and International Relations
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A-LevelSimba International School
- Ndola, Zambia
English Literature - B
English Language - B
History - B