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Beans without Korkor? - Ekow Manuar Smith (Ghana)

Dawn in Dzorwulu was always a dazzling affair. The orange hue from the horizon reflected on its many highrises a transcendent cool of colours. The blushing pink of the Adu-T Building for Fashion, blue of the towering Stanbic Bank Heights, and jade from Green Ventures’ Blocks, were but a few standouts on the main street.

On the street level, pedestrians made their way to their daily business acting as the fillers in this geometric glass work of art. Every so often a procession of runners would march past, soldiering through the middle of the road. Bikers in commute, and some for sport, were also in motion. All the while the autonomous trams had the unpleasant business of stopping and waiting for long periods to accommodate this movement.