By Banji Ojewale
It’s a Sunday morning in May 2024 in downtown Accra, capital of Ghana. I’m in a Church auditorium. Strangely for an African Pentecostal assembly, there are subdued acoustics. The preacher’s message is electronically transmitted. But it is solemnly controlled to stay indoors.
Later, I find myself in the city’s busy streets.
I’m challenged by very long, snaky metallic lines glistening under the sun.
Motorists appear horn-shy. I can only hear creaking bursts of engines
responding to traffic lights. There are even no flights of tempers or accidents
to scuttle the scorching silence everywhere.
Would dusk make a difference?
