Tonight it’s just me and Rhino We’ve had tension lately. A couple missteps and disagreements, for me, and him. He, soon to be a teenager and all. And me, getting older, being Papa and all. So we needed this tonight. Just me, him And 35,000 friends. My friends! Ete sen? E ye Wo din de …
Author Archives: Radutti
old meets new
white maaaaaan The sunglass vendor slides me an easy smile and holds in his hand three different styles. I’ll give you a very good price I shake my head, smile, and move along. No sale today. Although I could probably use a pair of sunglasses. It’s bright today. I’m wandering Oxford Street, in Osu. The …
Today’s Solutions
The six men, uniform in blue coveralls, get to work. The sound of their makeshift brooms is the only noise on the playground. It’s a welcome quiet, punctuated by gentle rhythm, sneaking its way in after the boom of the rain. When rain comes to Accra, it arrives suddenly, barges through without hesitation. A deluge …
coming and going
Au revoir, a demain! C’est La Semaine de la Francophonie, so our farewell today is, naturellement, en Francais. 19 quick fist bumps, and it’s time to go. It’s breezy today. The wind funnels down the lane as we join the scores of kids meandering towards pickup. But it’s more than just a simple transfer. This …
balance
The light turns red The man wearing twenty-seven hats and carrying thirteen more in his arms ambles between the bright yellow tro tro and the towering truck beside it. He navigates a path wide as a grocery aisle. But there are no carts in these aisles There are, however, motorbikes. They appear suddenly, snaking the …
power through
You’ll be in the middle of it, whatever it might be. And everything that seems important stops. Lights, fans, A/C. All still, all silent. All off, instantly. Life in a country with a sometimes irrational power grid demands flexibility. And a good flashlight. But the benefits of a sudden outage help to keep us, like …
Supply and Demand
Everything. Is. Dependent. On. The <pause>. Supply. Of Dollars. In. Relation. To. The Cedi. The shrill, halting voice of the African economist filters in and out of my consciousness as I stare blankly at the vehicles, stacked row upon row, seemingly to the horizon. I consider changing the station. Since it’s Thursday, traffic shouldn’t be …
Isaac Knows
The welcome breeze sneaks into my shirt. Today, this week, this month, have been equatorial-style, shirt-drippingly hot. Of course, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. But it’s also the heat. With dusk comes breeze and welcome relief. Our taxi is cozy but full of light and energy. The four of us peek out the …
beat
The whir of the treadmill is rhythmic, sedative. Andres runs, a steady pace, beads of sweat pool. But now, we need a beat. It’s my turn to run. I leave him. Crack the door, bright sunlight confronts me. I step, hop, move. With purpose. Through a swaying mass of swim caps, arms windmilling, stretches accompanied …
aqi
I step out of the room and approach the three steps to the playground when I am assaulted. We’d been here for a couple years before we started to pay attention to air quality. In fact, we had been working on the assumption that the air here is fine. Of course, the Harmattan is its …
Get Up Eight 