the story of
WARNING - DON'T SWIM, STAY ALIVE
Be aware of the crocodiles. They're more than happy to mark their turn. If you ask kindly, the locals will take you for a ride in their boats. Swimming s not always a good idea.
I was lucky, who met "the lion man". He got his name a few years ago, when he was fighting against a lion. He won. He smiled at me, when he said it.
-Did you hear, I won.
I nodded and glanced at the crocodiles in the muddy water under us.
We landed at the airport in the capital of Ghana, - Accra. But we didn't spend more than a few hours there before we had enough of traffic and dusty streets. We took the bus straight to Koforidua.
It's a quiet area, but it has some markets where you can buy local things, like bags, fruit and jewelry.
From Kodoridua, you can easy take a "trotro",
just like a mini bus, to the majestic waterfall,
Kordoridua. Small and dusty streets but with almost no traffic. Don't miss out the small markets, where you can buy local food, jewelry and clothes.
As we arrive in Kumasi the air in the trotro gets thicker. It goes slower now. The streets gets busier. I realise that this is an actual city, the first i've been to since Accra. The traffic is thick and the cars are honking wild and loudly. Suddenly the car stops rapidly at a traffic light. Kids are running barefoot along the roads, desperately clinging the cars to beg us for money. Some of them wear clothes. Some of them don't. Women putting baskets filled with frutes or fabrics in our faces. Ask us to buy. Cheap, cheap. All the way from America. Cheap. The car keeps on rolling and the women speeds up their steps but it's to crowded. The car stops again and new women and kids comes along. And it goes like this. All the way trough the city.
At one moment i get the chance to just stare at them while they're talking. They are gestulating a lot with the hands. Almost like me and my family when we're doing charades back home. All of them seems to know each other already. They stroke each others backs, hold each others hands. They speak loud and quickly, and laugh hysterical. Genuine. The barefoot kids are running around their feet. And on their heads they carrying baskets filled with goods and chattels they probably hope to sell during the market later on today. I can't help but thinking how heavy it looks.
And there and then, i see it.
It's the power of being a woman.
And I just can't stop staring.