I remember whilst writing A Woaman Of Africa being impressed by the potholes of Douala I put the following into the mouth of the main character:
"Everything about Africa is big. The continent is big, our elephants are bigger than their Asian cousins, the people are big, our disasters are big, and our potholes need to be seen to be believed. In the rainy season, people drown in potholes, usually drunks or children, but people nonetheless. There are potholes that stretch right across the road, forcing cars to crawl up on to the pavement and harass pedestrians, usually driving them into the potholes themselves. The reasons for the mammoth holes were multiple, but the main one was theft. As soon as one opened up, all the children of the quarter would start to steal the bricks from the interior of the hole to sell to people expanding or reinforcing their houses.Of course the government did nothing to repair the roads.
They didn’t need them; they all lived in Switzerland".
Of course i was thinking of what I had seen in Douala however these pictures were taken in a main road of Port Harcourt on an average day, not a flood or natioanl disaster two days after Independence Day
|NO NOT VENICE UPTOWN PH!|
|THIS IS NOT A STREAM OR RIVER IT IS A STREET|