Lit and Black is an audio-textual online publication by Black Girls Glow that seeks to navigate conversations about artists and their work with thoughtfulness and deliberateness. Critiquing, reviewing and engaging in conversations about artists and their work well, is an act of love. Lit and Black seeks to provide valid and thoughtful literature on Black art. This will be done by mapping a relationship between art and living, and interweaving contemporary art into a historical context.
In one scene, she’s in a short red sleeveless glitter dress, knees kissing the ground with hands outstretched, face to the heavens, a lone candle surrounded by other objects sit on the floor. We will call this scene 1. In another scene, she’s naked, one hand clutching on to a few strands of braided hair,… Continue Reading →
There are songs that you hear and your body just starts moving. There’s possibly a science to this movement. There are certain songs that dictate which part of your body moves. Some songs you hear – and you dance with your head, summoning all the sauciness your body can muster, some songs get you snapping… Continue Reading →
Joojo Afful’s front teeth had a slanted chip that made it look like God inserted the tiniest marble white triangle, right at the front center of his mouth. But it’s just a souvenir from the scuffle his parents had in each other’s attempt to grab him, to spite the other when he was 8 months… Continue Reading →
Categorizations exist everywhere. Age. Gender. Blue collar jobs. Developing countries. Wack rappers. They exist everywhere. Sex too – is put in boxes. There’s breakup sex, there’s new love sex, there’s after-shower sex, there’s I’m being extra nice because I’m about to do something you don’t agree with sex. There’s unemployed dude sex (thanks twitter, what… Continue Reading →
Raise your right hand up if you’re one of those people who, when sad, purposely seeks out sad songs so you can wallow well in your pit of sadness? Are your hands up? Okay, I got a question for you. Why do you do that? Is it meant to squeeze all the sadness out? Is… Continue Reading →
Even at twenty-one Nana Akua Benewaa reminded you of the defiant Julie Marsden played by Bette Davis in the film Jezebel. It had something to do with her strong hands, and her no-nonsense tone. Even her laughter had an assertiveness about it that made you inadvertently pause yours and make room for hers. Or maybe… Continue Reading →
The year is 2020. It’s a Friday night, a little after 9pm. Accra traffic is a slick monster that spits out cars in a stuttering formation as if it has a scratchy throat. Everybody is trying to get to a destination – home, awoshia, or drinks with boys boys. But not you. No, definitely not… Continue Reading →
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