My son was dressed and ready for church on Sunday morning. He was wearing a new shirt his grandpa bought him. He knew he was looking good and so he gave me this cool pose.
Sunday, 28 January 2007
I call him Old Steve because I can't recall his surname; plus he is really old. The man married his two wives in the 1960's and he's been farming and weaving hats for sale for over 70 years. And he hasn't retired yet. He travels all the way to Accra from Bolgatanga to trade his stuff, even though he has many children and grand children who are willing and able to support him. What better example of a life that is truly resolute and independent. If you doubt his words, just watch his hands.
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