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
We cast ourselves in the private show of our dreams We act in our roles to an annoying level of perfection We search for our name at the top of the billboards Discolored posters of an elusive fame in the challenge of time We rattle the sabers of our ire and carry savage attitudes To […]