Some may cry tears for me. Others may sigh. There are those that look away quickly, swiping me away as if I were hail falling into open eyes...they don't want to feel my cold. Some even stare at me accusingly. But they cannot reach me here. Here, in my solitude. Here, where only I can dwell. Here, at the center of this blazing metropolis. I am under the glow of God's watchful eye: Here, I am completely alone; at ease, if only for this brief moment; shut away from all the bedlam. I find my own peace in the place where I live.
Photography by Ian N'Kosi Joseph. Words by Kwesi Ako Dash. © 2009
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