24. Accra Vignette (C)

The evening sky above  37 Military Hospital is a river of spilled ink seething with a million megabats who re-tell  the legend of their origin  through frantic, cursive  flight, using wings to write the story of a long-ago  migration from The East,  as an accompanying entourage  to their chief who came West to seek a hospital … Continue reading →

14. Accra Vignette (B)

Alongside the clay and rock  of a red road pox marked  with potholes shaped like treachery and infested with traffic that drives at the speed  of tepid raindrops stumbling  onto the cityscape like clumsy  seasonings, is a building stuck  in limbo between construction  and deconstruction, and crawling  with sprawling black, spray-painted  words that read: JUDAS … Continue reading →

11. Accra Vignette (A)

In a country of nearly all black people A country that has plastered billions of billboards picturing smiling images painted onto perfect palettes of dark skin;  yet somehow, Jesus is still  White.