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A free urban arts festival, the Chale Wote Street Art Festival could soon be the in-thing on the GH street arts scene. Co-sponsored by ACCRA [dot] ALT , The French Embassy (in Ghana) and Institut Francais, the first edition of the soon-to-be annual international festival will take place on July 16, 2011 in the Jamestown community of downtown Accra from 10am till 10pm. The event is the brainchild of Mantse Aryeequaye (an independent filmmaker) and Dr. Sionne Neely (a researcher and writer); both coordinators of ACCRA [dot] ALT.   In the words of the organizers, its purpose is “to promote the exhibition of alternative art in Ghana and to nurture an appreciation for different kinds of art among Ghanaians.” The first time I read about the Chale Wote Street Art Festival, I thought: interesting name. The second time around during GhanaBlogging ’s July meetup over the weekend, I got a peek at the schedule of events and thought, interesting concept/project!   Now, after some musing ove

When it's this quiet, you know someone or some thing is up to no good.  Plotting and scheming and devising plans anew, all for the amusement of what it/they can do to you. It's like an airplane ride.  You get on, make yourself comfortable, listen to the safety instructions – or not - and let your thoughts wonder far beyond the height of clouds upon which you ride. The pilot's voice comes onto the PA system; introduces him/herself as well as his co-fate holders.  You hear it, but you don't really listen, because if anyone ever asked you anew, you'd never even be able to recollect the first letter of his/her first name. And so you begin. Some turbulence here, a couple of cumuli nimbus clouds there, wait is that a bird or a plane gliding next to me? No sir, simply your imagination running wild upon the pasture of sky. Doze in, doze out, icky airplane food, yet you gobble it all down. And the musings. Oh my, those musings. Such injustice they do to the very pl

Why have you deserted me? You mean why have you deserted you? No, I mean you abandoning me. I didn't. You did. Why does this conversation sound so familiar? Because we've had it many times before. (See here) Honestly, I've lost count how many. So you see, you keep deserting me. Where'd you pick up such a nasty habit? Where'd you learn to lie? And now she calls me a liar. Great. Well, what would you call trading in your own essence, dreams, beliefs, [insert whatever else], for an impression of who or what you should be? Acting? No, I got it: impressionism? Very funny. I'm not laughing. Okay, so maybe I took a slight detour on the road to...wait, where was I heading again? I see we might have a slight case of amnesia as well. Very funny. I'm not laughing either. Well at least we agree on something. Yeah, so back to the question. Why have you deserted me? I'm right here aren't I? Yes. But only because I asked. Exactly. I ne