Accra

Have you ever herd of a train wreck, that wasn't really a train wreck... and everyone is looking upon it judging this train wreck and then you realize...this train wreck is you..but you just happen to be the most efficient train in the entire universe?
Well this is how I imagine Accra must feel.
One big misunderstood brilliant system of life. It's an art really...an organized chaos.
The ghost of past colonialism eerily lurks in buildings, landscape and language. It is the sense of community and hospitality that suppresses its spirit and ability to haunt.
Brother, sister side by side selling, greeting, laughing...living.
The people are beautiful, the food takes time to adjust to, the music is powerful, the hospitality can be too generous. This is a place of contradictions, both past and present, both beautiful and hard to look at, both spicy and sweet, full of joy and sorrow.

*The moon as my witness*