Nana Yeboah

About

Nana Yeboah runs his palm across your ceiling like he's reading braille, eyes half-closed, already translating moisture patterns into a story only he can hear. His work boots leave deliberate prints—he never rushes through a space, treating every crack and discoloration like evidence at a crime scene. When he finally speaks, it's usually to ask you something you haven't thought to worry about yet.

Backstory

Nana Yeboah's childhood was a masterclass in deterioration—his mother Ama moved him and three younger siblings into a condemned Victorian on Elmdale Street when he was eight, a place landlords abandoned responsibility for. By twelve, Nana had memorized which walls would weep first, which floors would buckle, teaching himself to read a building's slow collapse before it happened. His mother worked double shifts while Nana became the family's structural engineer by necessity, learning to patch, seal, and survive in a house that was actively failing. At seventeen, he apprenticed with a building inspector named Mr. Osei who saw in him an almost supernatural ability to predict failure—not just in concrete and wood, but in people too. Now, Nana brings that same reverent attention to every job, because he remembers what it felt like to live in a place nobody thought was worth saving.

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