a year or two ago i toyed with the idea of starting to document/collect queer narratives here in Ghana in other for there to be some kind of reference point, an archive of sorts for the future. I Never really thought i would set off this year, actually collaborating with all sorts of brave amazing people, some i knew already, others i had to know from scratch. living, making memories together, lending our lives to this record.
perhaps the biggest fear that drove me to start this was that of erasure, with history, and though that fear still lurks, i am super grateful for these first steps, especially to all the participants of this project;, those whose houses and couches i hijacked for weeks, for Patrick who passed away two weeks after our brief exchange, for those who helped me up when i felt i couldn’t complete this, for those who took me to my first drag show, for all the badly fried chicken i had to swallow down, for Alex and kwasi for the best Emotuo/grandnut soup ever, all the advice from bernard and kwasi ohene before i even began, for the resources, for Andrea Stultiens’s constant feedback , for my amazing friend Kwasi, noticing that i had no clue how to start this and offering, “ you can start with me first, at least you know me”, for the fuckers who attacked us in winneba giving me my first awful taste of violence in a town that is otherwise incredibly accepting, for all the back and forth with Moses for the show, for Robert Frank, Lyle Ashton Harris, Robert Doisneau, Zanele Muholi, James Barnor, Nan Goldin for being on my mind throughout this work, for Nuku studio workshop & participants for opening me up, for magnum foundations support for the work, for my brother Kwame for the financial support, for Nubuke gallery for hosting the exhibition, for Atsu and his incredible spirit, for all participants at the exhibition and those who have lent a listening ear during any one of my presentations.