Eternity
Everything is closed on Sundays except for the food stalls The streets of the Old Accra are empty at the canonical hours On the way home churchgoers will buy sweets and skewers It would look like eternity but for the obituaries posted on the walls Photo Hugh Ardoin Africa by any Means Necessary Gallery
Like strangers in the night, the terraced houses touch But their eyes never meet unless in their reflections The night stands still in the quasi-silence of the city’s rumble Sitting in a row, patiently waiting for an eternity Something vague as a dream, beyond the wreckers’ hammers Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
The girl with kaleidoscopic eyes has a ticket to ride The red double decker the old souvenirs of the quartet Who sang ‘she’s got a ticket to ride’, I was then in my early teens The first parties under the vigilance of an army of mommies Sporting crazy ‘permed’ hairdos that looked like crash helmets […]
A few adobe houses and some granaries lost in the semi-desertic bushland A family farm slowly grows into a hamlet in the middle of the millet fields The millet fields are parched desert soil that become fertile at the rainy season The rest of the year it is an arid plain hardly supporting sheep and […]
Plummeting from the low flying clouds or climbing out of the long stairway from the world of below Doe-eyed red caped angels with lily white feathers looking at eternity through my lens The forbidden passage to the forbidden garden of Eden, guarded by terrible Cherubs In the haze of the maze of our troubled selves, […]