AnthropolArtist | Voice Alchemist | Human Unravelling and Reassembling

I dig where life is unsettled: in the friction between politics and poetry, silence and scream, memory and myth. My work lives in the cracks—films that ache (Water Lily), essays that scorch (The Politricks of Fuck You), exhibitions where cloth bleeds justice, and a doctoral research dissecting gendered power in Ghana’s shadows. I resurrect ghosts, hold the mundane to the sun and amplify what are scared to touch.

And then, there’s my voice: melted honey laced with gravel, whispering revolution into microphones. I’ve narrated African feminist thought for podcasts, given breath to diaspora rage in audio essays, and spun folktales that make audiences lean in closer. When I speak, histories thaw, spirits settle and the your of adulting, even if for a moment, will cease to exist.

The Story Chooses The Medium

When I’m not in the field, writing words, conjuring nourishing spells in my kitchen, or behind a mic, doing cartwheel-offs with kids, I’m building bridges between continents — mentoring, curating, and refusing to let comfort bury truth.