Accra GHANA
Rough road to kind spaces. Swimming in the sea and sitting in lamplight.
Rough road to kind spaces. Swimming in the sea and sitting in lamplight.
Small boats. Big Sea. Blue nets. Tight central streets around tiny London Bridge. Rolling ridges with hilltop schools. Centre of education. Conversational pace. Kindness and connection.
White castle, sands and atrocities. Tight houses on the shore. Bright vessels in a lagoon harbour. Standing fishermen Clapping rhythms Over the waves. Unwanted gifts Bringing gift insight. And a boat called ‘Ideas: I shall return’.
Old city humility. Ancient kingdom pride. Symbols. Cassava. And hospital reality. Market breadth and depth. Blaring horns. Taxi spaghetti. And roadside shoe …
Dual carriageway divided: Slums. City slickers. Big city spirit of Atlanta and Jo’burg. Trees. High walls. Them. Us. Smiles and scams. Kindness …
From a big town to a small town to a very small village. From a taxi-bus to a market to a simple …
Coastal capital fringed by the beauty of long golden sands, palm trees and this blue ocean’s white waves. Many men in army …
The capital’s refrain: school-taught children chanting… “Yovo, Yovo, bonsoir… ça va bien…merci” (Waves and smiles to these “maiweewee”)
Multilevel buildings. Paving stone streets. A skateboard and birthday cards. Dodging moto taxis daily and eating Mama’s on street ablo.
Heaviness of complexity for those treating HIV. Small town opening to wide beach exhale. Coconut trees… pauses… teapots… and the Atlantic.