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                                                                      We were hungry, so so hungry. It felt a little better to just lie still and stare at the oppressive dark walls and watch formless shapes dance teasingly in the dark changing forms from purple to the black of black against the scratchy white walls and explode into dots of black undecided shapes…but we were still hungry.

For a month living in the darkness of poverty…empty bowls of humiliation and nothingness…nothingness in its squared form. Goodness, were we hungry! The rice was stale on our dried sore tongues. The proteinless stew…Goodness were we hungry in a huge huge mansion with formidable walls and four gates and three huge buildings, beautifully decorated by glasses that saw into the Accra lights, a dead lawn and towering trees dropping dead leaves and cobwebs and faeces and feathers and…Goodness, were we hungry!

Home was a house sitting on dead earth holding on to glories that are dead and gone…lost in the dust of the years gone by…