Ghana's Black Stars may go far in the World Cup. They may not. But yesterday afternoon, they beat Serbia in their first match of the World Cup finals, and that was enough for Accra. An explosion of color, passion, and friendship enveloped the capital city in a spectacle of life that made good on the promise of our first three months here.
Ignoring the rain clouds above, thousands of people crammed the central Oxford Street near our house - hanging halfway out of speeding cars, dancing to Ghanaian hiplife music as if it would be forgotten tomorrow. Everywhere and always was the monotone, epileptic blare of the Soccer Horn.
On Monday morning as I write this, the party is still going. Last night, finally collapsing into bed after sharing in the city's revelry, we had to drown out the party filtering in from Oxford Street to get to sleep. This morning, two radios and one TV, glued to the World Cup or its commentators, are audible at all times from my second-floor office above the street. My staff in the office are happy beyond their capacity to explain.
It's going to be a good month.
A few pictures from the celebration yesterday: Facebook is a faster upload tool than this blog, hence why I keep redirecting you there. Sorry for the inconvenience!
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=450092&id=533250187&l=4d9057282e
Monday, June 14, 2010
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