Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Cast-Away Hat in the City of Accra

A well-worn, brown hat perched on the bald cusp of the Spintex Road. I saw it just before a trotro cut in, in a half-whisker before me, and bow-legged the hat. I wondered if it sailed off its owner's suddenly-naked head or if, in typical thug-driving, a trotro whisked him from under the suddenly-perchless hat. It looked so lonely among the people and cars.

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4 comments:

  1. It's tired. Heading towards its pre-manufacturing state. Ashes to ashes, perhaps.

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  2. For the beauty of your prose, you have been nominated for the Liebster Award! Details here.

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