Thursday, January 22, 2009

Crying Women in the City of Accra

What mighty misfortune visits, that a fully-grown, self-possessed woman should jaywalk like a just-orphaned waif, at solar-soaked midday, in front of the presidential palace in the city of Accra, ululating unconsoled, with her hands on her head, while searching the faces of anguished watchers in the traffic streaming by? Is that a portrait of how people generally feel about life? Huh? Huh?


  1. What a powerful image this is. The language is truly emotive, it left me thinking about this scenario for a short while after reading the commentary. I'm going to look into how to add the 'follow this blog', thank you for reading my story

  2. Thank you for your kind words, missmays. i'll keep coming back to yours too.

  3. An emotive and powerful articulation of a rather sad spectacle right before what is supposed to be the gates of national jubilation/jubilee.

    Arguably a maiden in need of a presidential intervention or, perhaps, a poignant symbolism of mother Ghana wailing for redemption? Hmmmmm!

  4. My heart really went to her, and I could see that I was not alone. I make bold to say the problem was socio-economic.

  5. the contrast here is striking...

    a huge stool of a presidential palace casting a "gloomy" shadow over an apparently helpless wailing 'wailer'...

    life has many sides good and bad...and ugly and beautiful all woven into a complex... and one is driven into the delicate mix with wonder...

    life continues...

  6. Yeah, Nov, life is full of great, daily contrasts, but we usually miss them all!


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