My love for fashion reflects only one facet of my love for the arts in general. It’s wonderful that fashion is at the forefront of young Africa’s efforts to express itself artistically (and yes, our Nigerian sisters are sure teaching us how to wrap a mean gele), however, Africa has a lot more to offer in he form of other artistic expressions such as literary works, culinary art, and the film industry.
That’s why a recent project started by a Ghanaian student from Bryn Mawr College makes me so happy (Big-ups to liberal art college students and alums!
This young lady, with the help of an alum from her school, established the Baobab Prize, an initiative “designed to encourage the writing of African literature for young readers.” In this diva’s own words, “without access to books by and about Africans, young people grow up not knowing much about the diverse cultures of their vast continent. And especially when all they read is Western literature, they have very little reason to feel proud of their national identities and continental heritage.” And she is so right!
While some are encouraging the writing of African literature on one hand, I don’t know about you, but I know many a girl (and guy, infact) who can cook up some thunderous African cuisine. Ghanaian food is amazing! And so is a lot of other African food that I’ve tasted! I’ve thought to myself several times sitting at some beautiful Asian or Middle Eastern restaurant; will abolo and one-man thousand become the sushi of some era? Watch out for KuaKuisine’s launch on a street corner near you! (Just kidding!) But on the real, we’re selling Ghanaian food short (and African food in general). We’re definitely not setting up our cuisine on the world stage as attractively as we could. Any great cooks here up for this challenge?
And Ghanaians know how to tell a good story! I’ve been searching frantically for Kwaw Ansah’s Love Brewed in an African Pot and Heritage Africa film productions of the late ‘80’s and early ‘90’s. Ansah’s movies were highly acclaimed by The New York Timesamong several other international publications. I credit the current “Ghollywood” film industry for improvements in the films that are being produced recently, but I can’t deny that we’ve hardly seen any classics in the past couple of decades.
But where the film industry has failed to shine as bright, literary works have certainly provided some illumination. I recently reread Efua Sutherland’s The Marriage of Anansewa, and giggled myself into near hysteria. The book recounts your typical Ananse story: the ‘Spider-Man’ spins himself into a web of deceit, parading his daughter as some kind of African Cinderella, except to not one or two, but four different Prince Charmings, or shall I say ‘Chief Charmings’? In his cunning, Ananse takes money and other favors from all four chiefs who intend to marry his daughter, knowing that none of them can claim Anansewa until they have performed the traditional engagement rites, presenting the head-drink to the bride’s family along with other customary gifts. In the end, Ananse must pretend that Anansewa is dead in order to get rid of three of the chiefs, but Chief Who-is-Chief’s amazing love for Anansewa ‘resurrects’ her just in time for a beautiful royal wedding. And of course, Chief Who-is-Chief went all out, presenting at Anansewa’s traditional wedding ceremony the head-drink, a beautiful ring and as you would have it, beautiful, beautiful fabrics: “dumas, white kente, silk kente, velvet [and] brocade”. You know, a little birdie told me that the chief actually threw in a couple of Kua’s straw purses, and that’s what really closed the deal!
With Kua in the picture, you know this folktale definitely ended happily ever after!
Creativity comes in all shapes, and whatever your innate talent might be: writing, designing or cooking, I hope that Kua inspires you to keep those creative juices flowing. And ladies, be sure to visit Kua’s website and grab a clutch soon, you might be clutching at some sexy Chief’s heartstrings in the process! Stay beautiful and authentic!
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