Every year around August, Homowo sweeps through Accra. Translated as "hooting at hunger," this month-long (!!!) festival commemorates the end of a famine some time back in history. Every night it shifts to another neighborhood. And the point of the thing is to make as much noise as possible.
I haven't slept well for ages, and was planning to take it easy tonight so I could catch up on some rest. But when I got home from work I saw TWO houses on our block had set up huge tents, and had cars parked all over. House guest informed me the music's been going on "a long time" already.
I think my plan's gonna be really difficult.
Crap.
edit, the next day -- it ended at midnight, not too bad in the scheme of things. better than that time the music went until 2AM in March. This time, my attitude was much better, too: "I can't change them, so I'll just relax and try my best to sleep through it until it stops." I did drift in and out of sleep for about 2 hours. Better than getting myself allll worked up for something I don't have a hope of changing.
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