Hustle and bustle of ACCRA
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
3 hours ago
#poetry
MORNING IN ACCRA”
A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU
Morning don break.
Cock don crow finish.
The day stretch its arms wide,
and Accra rise like a living drumbeat.
Wings unfurled, hopes high,
the city hums — alive, alert, untamed.
Trotros shout destinations into the wind,
a chorus of urgency and dream chasing.
Mate dey call, driver dey honk,
life dey begin again in rhythm and rush.
Hawkers weave through the tide of motion,
eyes scanning, hearts calculating,
each glance a story,
each call a gamble between hunger and hope.
The air thick with sweat and promise,
sunlight bouncing off restless faces,
dreams balancing on heads,
carried in baskets, on backs,
and in hearts that refuse to break.
Accra no dey sleep — she only pause to breathe,
then dance again to the beat of survival.
In the chaos, there is music.
In the noise, there is meaning.
And in every breath of dust and laughter,
there is the unspoken truth —
we are alive, and we are trying.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
