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Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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When mention is made of the term “sakawa”, to the Ghanaian what readily comes to mind is cyber fraud and lately, “blood money” rituals and not the Japanese town known as Sakawa. Over the .

After the power comes back, we head out. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful. I’m feelin’ all the feels, ya know? But then, I trip over a curb. Classic me. I’m on the ground, laughin’ at myself. My buddy’s like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “Yeah, just takin’ a break!”

Akyem Sakawa Tag: My Humble Piece