#accra
There is an evening breeze that comforts the path to Accra by night.
A common wealth for all who conquer its gradient;
prizing the illumination of the citied valley beneath.
A learned African crown jeweled with serene delight
&
little mountain secrets kept best by moonlight.
Unsuspecting souls seen from heights above,
minuscule yet vivid through the glimmer of artificial lights.
Their hidden stories birthing true conversation.
A solace of reasoning with sparse escape from the sofa of the mind.
Picture pleasant occasion frozen in time
found only in joyful thought
&
youthful moments divine...
These are the brightly darkened scenes
under a carpet of stars
channeled through the lens of ‘Accra by Night.’
© Qwey.ku
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
The sun blazed and caused a significant amount of precipitation to ooze out of my skin. The woman who sat next to me filled space enough for two but paid for one. Me, the unfortunate one who sat close to her was praying that no one else boards this atrocity of a public transport vehicle. The sweat on our skins made our contact uncomfortably more intimate than it was required for two strangers. It made my skin curl with disgust.
The little old lady stood at the bus stop with a silver wash basin half filled with her catch, fish. She signalled and the trotro staggered to a stop.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC