Fridays are finely flavoured with vivid colours: red, yellow, blue, green, lilac, gold, brown. Patent and rich raffia of African fabric wrapped around the soft rounded edges of the capital. It’s called National Friday Wear. Wax prints and batiks, African, Dutch, origin-unknown, that-which-cannot-be-told, very many different types.
The sensual slit and courtly kaba have made a queen’s comeback. Hugging and stretching like musical strings across the Shai-hill bodyscapes of the proud and victorious Accra woman. Long round curves of a freehand artist brought to throbbing life by the street-side beat of a daydreaming drummer.
Shirts! Such shirts of sheer showiness. Patterns, stripes, squares, abstract. Long-sleeved with elegant sweeps of the arm; short-sleeved for the worked-out, sinewy arm, trimmed and toned to impress.
Crazy combinations. Prints, skirts, khakis, jeans, leggings, loose, firm, wind-swept, hugging, sheer, everything. Laid-back loveliness has never looked this good as strewn all over the city. The one day out of seven when everybody, as a rule, has sixty Kodak moments in every hour.
Friday is the fruitiest, sweetest and spiciest day of the week :).