Ashia is three hours into his time at an Internet Cafe, south of Accra. It is 11:58 pm – in time for Curtis, the attendant, to change shift. Ashia dozes off his remaining energy; the snooze...

Under a shade at the Dansoman-Glefe lorry station in the Ghanaian capital, Accra, a group of middle-aged men sit slothfully as they inch closer to settling on an available diversion to validate their week-day nothingness. It...

Accra is done for the day – dead and deep into its beauty: woes, glory, good, bad, better, and worse. Only a handful of the city’s creatures are awake. The night’s precipitation is littered – accurately...