Queerness in Ghana is a paradox—branded as foreign, yet outlawed in the name of tradition. Europe is both the alleged source of queerness and the model for its criminalization. In the shadows of this contradiction, resistance flourishes. Ballroom emerges not just as a space, but as a sanctuary, where bodies move with defiance, where joy is carved from fear, where existence itself is a revolution.
This book is a love letter to those who dare to be seen. To the quiet glances exchanged in secrecy, to the rhythm of heels striking the floor, to the shimmer of fabric that refuses to be dimmed. House of Ghana gathers stories of resilience, longing, and belonging—tracing the echoes of a community that dances on the edge of erasure and dares to claim itself, fully.
With deep gratitude, I thank the community for their trust, their stories, and their unwavering spirit.
