Heat ripples slowly, like the dry crusted back of the lizard,
Across the compound yard
Swirled up in mini tired hurricanes of sand
The air is unrelenting
It stings and burns and is uncharitable
Water stains grey skin a glossy brown
as it pours in rivulets down the limbs of the inhabitants
Like life in a dead zone, from the cool earthen pots
Life happens despite the heat
In defiance of the sun and the conspiring earth
that threatens to crack upon itself and tip inward with decay
Life thrives
Muscles ripple in response
Backs bend and thickened feet slap the scorching dirt
There is action
Voices cry out
in vibrant tones
From one compound to another
Laughter, tears,
Humanity persisting...
Photo borrowed from mt friend Krissy - a fellow Ghana traveler.
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