Charles
Achampong

I have not written here since September. Not because I forgot. Not because I ran out of ideas. But because I needed space to think and didn’t rush to fill it.

What do you do when the show doesn’t go on? Cirque paused. And that pause said more than the performance ever could.

There’s something magical that happens when summer finally rolls around in a country that spends most of the year flirting with frost. The sidewalks fill with people walking just a little slower. Kids run around with rainbow-stained mouths from popsicles that never stood a chance.