Saturday, April 30, 2022

With The Poise of Runway Models: Ghana's 'Madam Queens'

"Madam Queen"

Strong Black sister
Madam Queen
Carrying the weight
of the world
Beneath blazing African sun
Head lifted high
Back straight
Baby in tow
Wrapped in African cloth
Staring off
Into the haze
Of traffic
And this pressing crush of humanity
Without vanity

Africa Calling: "Soweto Freedom Song"

Scenes from South Africa set to the music of the Regina Mundi Youth Choir recorded live at the Regina Mundi Church by John W. Fountain while on assignment in South Africa.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Fountain Speaks on Poetry: "Let It Flow"

Please join Roosevelt University Professor John W. Fountain this Wednesday at 7 a.m Central Time for presentation live U.S. Embassy, Accra, Ghana American Spaces via its Facebook page


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Wednesday, April 20, 2022

African-American Association of Ghana: Celebration "Black OurStory Month"

On Feb. 12, 2022, the African-American Association of Ghana, or AAAG, presented the “Black OurStory Month” program in commemoration of Black History Month, founded by Carter G. Woodson. AAAG is a community of African-Americans living in Ghana who have determined the need to establish a permanent means to promote our cultural, social, spiritual and economic wellbeing and reintegration into Ghanaian society.

Monday, April 18, 2022

Fishermen off the coast of Ghana guide their canoe to the shore. (Photo: John W. Fountain)

I still do not understand
Have yet to comprehend
Her beauty
Her hold upon
The soul
That breathes her in
With heaping inhalations
Her winds
In deep denominations
Of heat
and Cool
Her tranquil pools
Along rock-laden, sandy ocean shores
Where waves crash & roar

Remembering My Lil Cousin; Filled With Grief and Questions

William D’Chaun Lockhart, John W. Fountain’s cousin

By John W. Fountain

ACCRA, Ghana — I was here in Ghana when the news about my lil’’ cousin D’Chaun came. Months later, I am still staggering, lost somewhere between grief and anger in this cloud of death and uncertainty that has unsettled our lives since the pandemic.

These feelings find, swarm, overshadow me, even on Easter Sunday, despite my corner here in this sun-splashed West African paradise as the ocean’s waves crash and the wind blows through the branches of coconut and palm trees. I should be in a tranquil state of mind. But I am in an emotional No-Man’s Land, wrestling with my duo reality of life and death.

“We lost Chaun about 2:00 this morning,” read the text message Dec. 21, at 12:26 p.m. Ghana time (6:26 a.m. in Chicago) and four days before Christmas from his mother, Donna, my first cousin who growing up was more like a sister. “No phone calls right now, just pray for my strength.”

I texted back: “I’m so so so sorry.”

We lost Chaun…