In Accra, the roads come first. Then we dig deep trenches right across. First, for the fine design, and also to lay cables and pipes. When, finally, we pack up and leave, we have a test track for steeplechase :)
In Accra, we sink gutters and will not cover them. Where would we hide the filth of three million people with all these gutters sealed? Rubbish!
In Accra, we spring ten floors and leave only enough space to park a bird and two tricycles. But just as we divine four lanes out of two, so can we create our own car parks too.
In Accra, we build our glittering homes in the dirty, muddy marsh. Our 212-fahrenheit faith in God (which others so clearly covet) will hold it up when the devil's deluge comes crashing down in jealous June.