So I was on a trip in Ghana and ventured down to the Cape Coast and visited the anglo-saxons dark past, aka the slave trade. After a few days of that, I wandered the streets of Cape Coast and down to the beach, where I found a narrow alleyway leading into a sheltered area on the beach “the fisherman’s hangout” were young men, some looked like young boys, young like they should be at school boys, not here.
This group of males were referred to as “stubborn” by people on the outside, yet they seem wholesome, chilling, joking, mass making/repairing fishing nets, sharpening fishing knives, having an afternoon nap and playing what seemed like high stakes AGGRESSIVE card games – I was set, this was me for the next few hours.
The End
I am not great with words. I am a visual person and a straight shooter aka talker and not a fan of descriptions or bio’s things that alienate many artists like me who aren’t wordsmiths.
So we will keep it short and sweet.
I take photos, some will like them, some will not.
The End!
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