They lollygag, for the moment, and sprawl at their leisure. They will smoke cigarettes and chatter on about whatever subjects take their fancy, pour wine into flute glasses that have been stuffed into jacket pockets and pocketbooks and held upside down between fingers, while digging their heels into the sand. They will stand, legs akimbo, in the shallow water with arms folded and trousers rolled up, thinking about nothing really. This is an occasion that must be seized, for they are still somewhat young and work is only an antidote against idleness and not yet required to sustain any particular kind of lifestyle. The thought of it alone is a bore. No matter, in a little while, they will ride up, two by two out to the surrounding areas and shop for residences with good yard space. Or, they will come by taxi to the city, arm in arm to look over a loft in one of those up and coming neighborhoods, where rents are being raised to accommodate the influx and other less desirable characteristics are quickly being identified and phased out.

Photography by Ian N'Kosi Joseph. Words by Kwesi Ako Dash. © 2009