Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Easter Day in the City of Accra

You’ll find no people in the neighbourhoods; they have all thronged the chubby churches. Even the irreverently rackety dogs seem to respect the moment of the occasion. By midday, when I’m rolling on a holiday ride, the streets are blanched with women, children, men, and more women who have quickly colonised the great outdoors with their over-obvious piety. I turn down the devilish dancehall playing on the car stereo, for I fear I will not relish the poison darts the onlookers will strafe this way.

4 comments:

  1. lol. "women who have quickly colonised the great outdoors with their over-obvious purity"
    I like, I like. And I know what you mean. This was a beautiful piece on a subject I haven't seen anyone talk that much about before. You see poetry in everything and I love that.

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  2. Yes, Adaeze, I keep sane by seeing poetry all around me. You do too, I have come to know. Thanks for your kind comment.

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