I had to go the Hilton today to pay my MTN bill. There was an ECOWAS shindig on so the entrance was blocked. It seemed like there were hundreds of Mercs with little flags at the front - shiny new S and E classes. It didn't look like a gathering of some of the poorest countries on the planet. Then there was all the pomp and ceremony - red carpets, military and police all over the gaff. It felt like being on the precipice of a wormhole in time - a close replica of all the strutting feathery pomposity of colonial times in Africa. Its funny how the inertia against historical change is articulated through fabric and ritual.
The Hummingbird | by Kofi Sey Simpson | African Poetry
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