AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets
Poem by Afia Amoaa Oppong-Kwakye
Child Not Bride
Under the silvery stare of the moon
The children sat to listen…
THE RISING
Rising from dust,
From squatters and cages encroached on us;
Skins of coffee and earth-
A people of devotion for freedom
A love for the land
An ache to live- strive- and expand
A need to protect a culture and
Pave a way for the next clan.
The drums beat
Every 9th October
A recount of a past,
A…
AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets
Poem by Brenda Dokmah Bakomora
Dear African Woman
If I haven’t told you that you are beautiful, you are
If I…
THE UNVEILING
What is this veil covering your eyes?
Who is the one telling you these lies?
Why are you allowing these negative thoughts to linger?
Can’t you see who you are becoming?
Letting the hands and opinions of others decide your fate.
Your path is like no other, yet you seek direction outside of…
Life is hard. It’s even harder when you are a woman living in a patriarchal society. Now add being HIV positive, a sexually transmitted disease in a community where sex is taboo. That’s when you realise being labelled a “bitch” does not just apply to the female dog!
Life was…
AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets.
The Honey Pot
By Apiorkor Seyiram Ashong-Abbey
Amina soaps up her breasts, her thighs and her derriere
Amina squats and…
If love was a person
Angel spent days crying. Life was getting hard, she felt empty inside, and her mind was numb… She thought that her story was unfinished.
All she wanted was someone to hold her hand and tell her everything would be okay.
Missing John sickened her until it didn’t…
Edith’s bright light sparkled a few years after she lit it. She was a great law scholar. Having gone through the best high school in Uganda and finally admitted to Makerere University for her bachelor’s degree, her future was nothing but bright.
When she was in University she met the…
