Celebrating Africa with AfroBloggers


I saw this twitter handle – @AfroBloggers   on my timeline and was excited to follow them because it creates an opportunity for me, as a blogger, to hear stories of other bloggers in Africa, and connect with them. It got more exciting with the Wednesday Poetry Night, and the regular hosting of bloggers on the account to tell their stories. I like the bond this has started to form among us, I must say I have taken to @sinawo_bukani these past days, I was pleased she also expressed a wish to someday meet up with me.

Thanks, @naatakia, for nominating me, our chocolate date must happen! I’ve read great blogposts on this, and I have been thinking of what to share to add to this insightful train. So here’s to all the bits of me that are proudly African, and to all of my brothers and sisters out there.

I am known more as Amma Konadu, my classmates from years back call me by my surname, Anarfi, or my first name, Hannah…my really close friends call me Bisola, or Sola, or Amma, or Konadu, or whatever combination they want, lol. I’m half Ghanaian, half Nigerian. And this is how growing up was;

I grew up eating mostly Ghanaian food, but with a touch of Nigeria. We’d have our banku with chiken gravy and cooked diced okro on the side, eat our kontonmire stew with eba and the gbure soup with boiled yams. I fell in love with food, but not just the mere joy of eating or cooking, but with the interesting angles that weren’t the norms of either Ghana or Nigeria, but were the norms of my home, a mashup of African cuisines. My father traveled a lot, and it was not long before couscous and semolina entered our kitchen, among other ‘unusuals’. You should taste my dad’s semolina pie!

Thanks to my beautiful family, I can choose to look at Africa as an outdoor kitchen! Now, I experiment with food a lot; I love to make Mandazis or Swahili buns (they are easy to make, and the kids loooove them!) which go really well with our local bissap drink, Sobolo.


I have become used to making kenyan-style chapatis with meat/chicken and vegetable stir-fry for breakfast dinner or supper, but of course, I experiment with non-African cuisines as well.


I’m also attached to names! My fiction-writing process sometimes involves me hearing a name I love so much I develop a story around the character. I fall in love with them. Recently it is Suweiba; I can say it over and over, and yes, I am writing a story around her which I am very excited about. Maybe it is because in my home, aside the Amma Konadu, Abena Dankwaa, Akua Serwaa, Kwaku Acheampong, Yaa Agyeiwaa, we also have Damilola, Akinyemi, Adaramola, Bose, Ranti, Buki, then Sadik, Aminat, Jumaila…a long list! There is something about how they sound to me that makes me love them. Like the name Xose! Dibuseng! Osofisan! And oh how i loved to pronounce Sizwe! Sizwe Bansi. Sizwe, Sizwe!

Need I talk of how Ghana vs. Nigeria football matches at home are like? lol!

All I’m saying is, beyond our problems as a continent, zooming in on the people, are stories like mine. Stories of blending that make the African individual. There are different countries and cultures, but we are shaped by our exposure to ourselves. We are beautiful. Someday, I wish to travel to as many African countries as I can, and yes, experience their culture through food.

I’d like to nominate others to continue this train;

  1. @ab_boateng
  2. @afya_esoteric
  3. @sinawo_bukani
  4. @kwakuanansee
  5. @poetyk_prynx


This is how the award works:

  1. Once you are nominated, make a post titled CELEBRATING AFRICA WITH AFROBLOGGERS.
  2. Your post should share a brief on Afrobloggers and the work they are doing. Also thank and link  the person who nominated you.
  3. Celebrate Africa in the way you feel is more appropriate and in line with your blog”s overall theme.
  4. Nominate 5 -10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
  5. Ensure all of these bloggers are of African heritage.
  6. Lastly, COPY these rules in the post and include the link to this original post.

3 thoughts on “Celebrating Africa with AfroBloggers

  1. Oh my gosh a special mention, then I get teary under this duvet 😭😭😭happy tears … Oh I loved reading this so much I read it again … A dad who cooks 💝💝💝 When we hook up, you are cooking please. I am a big fan of food 😀😀😀 Yes names, I also have that obsession. I always ask people the meanings of their names, it’s crazy … This is Africa’s own love letter!!! 💝💝💝 Beautiful 😘😘😘

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    1. I connected even more when I read your dual bio on your WordPress, and from that comment you left on my article on Sister Clinik. You remind me of myself, in a really good way. When we ever meet, why I will cook without you having to ask, and we’d talk, about pain, and survival, and God…especially about God. You’re beautiful and I have never genuinely felt such a strong bond almost immediately, to a new friend like I have with you. I can almost say I love you! Lol! 😘!

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      1. Just Almost? Yep you do love me and I love you too MsAnarfi 💝

        That dual bio is so weird but I have had to trust my words and let them take me wherever they see fit … I always want to comment on Sista Clinik but then I think hay South African lady hold your horses 😂 I am most grateful for women who don’t always wait for you to show your ugly before they show you theirs. They will tell you, this is who I am and this is where I’ve been. Honesty and truth are my number one weakness that I absolutely adore in women. So with Sista Clinik to read up on all those women who know similar pain and have lived to tell their stories then I am sold. I even found myself talking about things I didn’t even know were lurking around in my head and heart and when I looked back it didn’t feel so awful to share even though I was just talking to the whole world wide web. Sista Clinik holds a special place in my heart and so do you 💝 Oh yes we would talk, the only time I talk too much is when I talk about God, I know survival only because I have known pain and for each I have learnt to be grateful … Again I Love You 😘

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