STREET SHELTER

Living on the streets of Accra can be nothing but an everlasting experience nobody could ever imagine. The streets is open to all but it become a place of abode for young men and women who have travelled far and near to seek for greener pastures.

Young men and women on the streets of Accra wake up before the hen crawls to begin their day. It is their daily prayer that night do not find them, because the night begets bitter sweet experience and never sweet dreams. But it is nature and night needs to fall.

Having a good mattress and a well-built structure with a roof just to prevent the rains from falling on you becomes a huge burden for these young streets youths.

Under the newly constructed Nkrumah interchange, in front of stores and other corners where you cannot imagine that someone conceived for nine months born of a woman will be a place for them to rest their heads.

They sleep without any blanket to cover themselves from either mosquitoes or coldness of the weather. The dews of the dawn becomes something they fight with but they always get defeated with tears flowing down their cheeks.

On the streets, adversary becomes their acquaintance and an acquaintance becomes their worst adversary.
 

There is no ecstasy on the streets likewise bliss but rather the street which is open to all becomes unfavorable, inimical and hostile which is full of distress.

 

 

 

The writer is a freelance journalist and a political junkie.

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