{"id":41,"date":"2001-02-04T12:39:57","date_gmt":"2001-02-04T10:39:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multiplicity.dk\/?p=41"},"modified":"2001-02-04T12:39:57","modified_gmt":"2001-02-04T10:39:57","slug":"walking-through-the-glaring-heat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/krag.be\/index.php\/2001\/02\/04\/walking-through-the-glaring-heat\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking through the glaring heat"},"content":{"rendered":"
Osu, Accra,<\/u><\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
the smells are different,<\/p>\n
the sounds are different,<\/p>\n
the people are the same.<\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
less lively,<\/p>\n
less of a big city.<\/p>\n
but the people are the same.<\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
the multitude of churches resound with the songs and prayers of the people<\/p>\n
African songs, and african prayers<\/p>\n
for african people<\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
Even the smell of open sewers<\/p>\n
the incessant honking of free taxis<\/p>\n
and the playful yells of “obruni, obruni”<\/p>\n
seem to have faded with the people<\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
A much quieter city<\/p>\n
A reminisence to a time<\/p>\n
not too long ago<\/p>\n
when Osu was indeed a village on the outskirts<\/p>\n
And not the city full of people it has become today<\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
different in so many ways.<\/p>\n
yet in so many more it is all the same<\/p>\n
the humid heat,<\/p>\n
so oppresive to my scandinavian sensibilities<\/p>\n
is relentless, unpausing,<\/p>\n
but also infinitely beautiful in its overwhelming power<\/p>\n
in so may ways it is all the same<\/p>\n
wherever i turn, i am met by the intense smiles of the people<\/p>\n
the jestful, communicative body-language<\/p>\n
reminds me of the richness of the culture<\/p>\n
the wooden shacks,<\/p>\n
next to the splendid colonial mansions,<\/p>\n
and the multitude of signs <\/p>\n
directing me to the multitude of internet cafes<\/p>\n
remind me of the complexity of yesterday<\/p>\n
the complexity of the today<\/p>\n
and the complexity of tomorrow<\/p>\n
but mostly of the lines:<\/p>\n
“If your mind can conceive it<\/p>\n
and your heart can believe it,<\/p>\n
then you can achieve it”<\/p>\n
It’s different on a sunday<\/p>\n
yet in so may ways it is all the same<\/p>\n
wherever i turn, i am met by the intense smiles of the people<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Osu, Accra, It’s different on a sunday the smells are different, the sounds are different, the people are the same. It’s different on a sunday less lively, less of a big city. but the people are the same. It’s different on a sunday the multitude of churches resound with the songs and prayers of the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[16,1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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