Accra’s traffic is considerably good for being the small city that it is and for being one of the fastest growing cities in Africa. However the traffic gets really terrible two months to Christmas. There’s an unending queue of cars, the traffic lights turn green but cars don’t move. Unwarranted ceaseless honking and fumes from old tired trucks. The journey to the office is tiring and the journey back home frustrating. Accra in the festive season. Accra in the frustrating season.
I write. I sketch. I mull over things and I think about alternatives. http://incitedrafts.wordpress.com @sammidelali
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Other moments in Accra
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Vulnerability, delicate, feels
Vulnerable Is
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Coming to terms with Loneliness
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Life, Death, End
The going away of things
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relationships, Life, prose Poem
In time
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Life
In the end
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I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
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Fear of Forgetting
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socialanxiety, Mental Health, Life
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
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Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.
in Accra, Ghana