Since 2021
The first edition was ninety people in a borrowed field behind the old nursery, and it was, by any honest measure, a bad night. The generator failed twice, the rain came at eight, and the brass band we had built the whole thing around never left Accra.
What we did not expect was that nobody left. Somebody produced a hand drum, the poets went first because the PA was down anyway, and the last group walked back into Aburi town at two in the morning. Everything we have built since has been an attempt to get back to that — a night that works when the equipment does not.
Six editions later it is two thousand people, twenty-two acts and a marketplace of eleven vendors. The field is the same field. The rule that nothing on site costs more than sixty cedis has not moved either, and it is the reason the crowd still looks like Accra rather than like a guest list.
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