street life
grandpa Ghana
There is a plump old man near where I’m living who is so extremely sweet that every time I pass he is surrounded by small children. They press on him and rest their starfish hands on his big knees and when I walked by on a visit to friends this week he was lying at his ease on a wooden bench under a weeping tree, with three babies perched along his side riding him like little chickens. I said instantly as I’m so often saying in Ghana, would you like to have a photograph of yourself right now? I will take it if you like and then I can send it to you. Two of the children jumped down at once to come and see and the third girl lay luxuriously full length at last, grandpa all hers. A glorious day.
