© Nana Kofi Acquah at 5/08/2013 04:48:00 pm
I blogged about my new life quite recently and many of you were very happy for me. And that made me happy. Your generosity and support have compelled me to take a look at my life, see it for the blessing it is, and I thought the best way to say thank you, was to give you something you could put on your wall or use as a screen saver.
So yesterday morning, I packed my camera, walked to the cove, sat down, offered prayers of thanksgiving to the One who already sees my future as history. And then after that, I wrote a story entitled "How the crab got to fly" for my children, and then I took these photographs for you.
Yesterday, I spent a lot of time reading poetry. Poetry is my first love but I have never treated her right. Fortunately, I think she still loves me; and I hope that spark I felt yesterday, blossoms into something beautiful.
Enjoy these images and remember always that someone somewhere cares about you.
Here is a download link to the high res versions: https://plus.google.com/110038741574265967213/posts/CjG8pt4RBHN
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This week has been busy. I have been photographing what is commonly called "The cotton disease" in some local communities of Ghana.
Buruli Ulcer is a terrible disease. Nobody still knows, after many years of research, exactly what causes it or how it is transmitted.
Because the disease is very damaging to the human form when discovered late, now there are attempts to diagnose and treat it at the stage one of its development by screening children in schools for nodles, which often look like boils but are totally painless.
Overtime, what starts as a painless nodle soon becomes a ferocious flesh-eating demon with unsatiable appetite. Treatment takes an average of 56 days for mild cases to several years for most patients. Lots of infected children drop out of school because it is hard to go to school with so much pain, and also they often have to be admitted in hospitals for the duration of their treatment.
Among the local communities, people hide their infections until it is too late because they think Buruli Ulcer is a curse for infidelity, theft and other crimes. Fortunately, there is a lot of sensitisation going on still, even though Buruli Ulcer is considered a neglected disease.
© Nana Kofi Acquah at 3/02/2013 06:54:00 am
The local name of Accra's second hand market is "Kantamanto", which means "Promise Keeper", often used as an attribute for Creator God. I like Kantamanto.
It's a crazy place. But that's not the only reason why I like the place. I like Kantamanto because that is where you find "broni we wu" which simply translates as "The white person has died".
The white person has died? Yes. And I know it sounds crazy but let me give you the roots of that expression. After independence, Ghana was a rich country. People were almost self-sufficient.
Then some people, discontent with how Nkrumah "Show Boy" was running things, decided to overthrow him. What followed was many years of "wahala", brutal military regimes, "kalabuley" and lots of politically incorrect political nonsense.
It got so bad, that at some point, we had to start importing other people's pre-used clothing, cars, furniture and even underwear or as one parliamentarian said one national television recently, g-string.
Since most Ghanaians couldn't afford to give away a decent dress that looked good on them at that time, they naturally assumed that the nice clothes they were finding in the second hand market, must belong to dead white folk because nobody in their right mind will get rid of such nice clothes.
(All photos taken with an iPhone and are © Nana Kofi Acquah, 2013)
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But that bump grew and grew and finally became me.
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