Oxford St. in Accra Ghana from what I see contains a full range of indulgences that can titillate every craving from the pristine to the decadent.
It has been a while since I visited this part of town and it had been the first time that I spent so many hours there from the early evening until long past daybreak.
It was quite an experience that was so stimulating to my curious mind as to the many factions of human nature that truly exist in Ghana.
While at 59 years old the majority of the crowd that spent their festive time club hopping, getting late with alcohol and weed were a little younger than I but I understood their free-spirited mentality.
What I really enjoyed about being a fly on the wall on Oxford Street that night was that unlike the US there was no threat or feel of danger it any point during the evening where anyone may have felt that gunplay could have happened anytime.
That in itself was a liberating feeling and very conducive to a very enjoyable night.
There was no mean mugging or attitudes as everyone appeared to be very approachable as they danced, laughed and enjoyed a vibration that was truly stress-free.
There were others amongst the crowds who were there for other reasons and those reasons were to find someone who would cater to their carnal cravings and lust.
While I knew better that prostitution is something that transpires worldwide no matter where you find yourself on the planet it tickled me greatly to see the same script being played out in front of my eyes of that slightly embarrassed prostitute who was about to earn her money with a man who she wouldn’t otherwise be seen with.
While sitting in this diner as daybreak past there were four people who sat across from me who feigned a camaraderie that was undergirded in a simple business transaction.
The Colgate smiles and the laughing at jokes that really weren’t funny with some of the things that these ladies of the evening had to exude in order to stroke the egos of these misfits who saw them as nothing more than sperm receptacles knowing that the only reason why they were there because they had a pocket full of money.
So while the memory of these characters who were completely different in the manner that oil never stays long mixed in a jar with water is seared in my brain forever more, I see that those who have made up their mind to be prostitutes tolerate a lot more than the physical wear down that that profession brings.
Notice in the short clip how the tall sister who exited with the three others turned to me because she was very conscious that she was being videotaped. Also notice the waitress as she stares at the two prostitutes who walked away with the Indian man in the white man who have commissioned them for time for sexual activity.
What I read from that simple glance was that she was conscious enough to know that she was going against the grain of who she was even if her sense of morality was running thin with every passing day that she made money in this manner.
But it is a divine law that the more you wrestle against your sense of moral consciousness that voice of righteousness from within that is there in a corrective manner will diminish the more you reject its guidance.
Let’s hope that the remaining sense of morality that this sister possessed will last long enough for her to hear it in order to help turn her life around.
While it may have only been a fleeting moment that I experienced in my observation as well as an iPhone video clip that will confirm that short space of time that all of those in the restaurant shared, let it be proof that we are all human and have our consciousness that we wrestle with.
As I’ve traveled this journey on this physical plane and think about all of the interactions that I’ve experienced living in different places in this world I often wonder where many of the people that I’ve observed and who taught me so much might reside now.
I also wonder if they’ve improved their life for the better or if they have regressed only to be swallowed up by the very decadence that they indulged in.
Perhaps we will never know but one thing is for sure that as I journey through this world I have experienced countless moments like this that have taught me so much more than any book in the library ever has.
So that’s just one of countless encounters that have extracted a lesson from and look forward to many more as I share them generously on this platform.
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