As a musician in Ghana,I’ve struggled with powercuts and run-down studios. But young people are making magical music, art, and fashion and film on shoestring budgetsIt was an unremarkable Friday evening in June. I sat across from my road manager – the same guy who told me beer tastes better when someone else is buying – at a local bar. It’s a bar with no signage that we affectionately call “the garden”.
To call it a bar is generous. The garden is,at best, a spot: an unassuming gritty residence with plastic chairs, and almond trees,an inexpensive sound system, a kiosk, or most importantly for the clientele,cheap booze. On any given evening you will find a random mix of disenchanted elderly men with a distaste for sobriety, and young men with a penchant (a tendency, partiality, or preference) for staying low-key.
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Source: theguardian.com