Ayawaso, Ghana
We keep returning to the same observation and question: what are we seeing that makes the walk and spirit of the men and women of African different to us? What captivates us and forces us to see them differently? We see glimpses of ourselves but not fully how we carry ourselves—just something we carry within us and sometimes exhibit. Something keeps pulling us back when we see a college student pass by, a woman carrying her trinkets on her head, a family w...