The room
A compound, then a room
Ama Bediako cooked in a compound off Sixth Circular Road for forty years. Not professionally — she would have laughed at the word. She cooked because people came, and people came because she cooked.
In 2016 her grandson took the shell of a furniture shop four doors down, painted it black, put a charcoal grill where the window had been, and opened with eleven of her dishes and none of her permission.
She came on the second night, ate the palm nut soup, said it needed more time, and came back every Sunday until she died in 2021. It has more time in it now.









