During several weeks the Ghanaian community gathered by the house of a deceased businesswoman who lived in my neighbourhood in Borgerhout. She had a stroke she didn't survive. Every day by noon the Ghanaians showed up, one by one, and by sunset the air was full of small talk and laughter. Inside the darkened house the poor widower was comforted by family and good friends. Outside, the street was filled with men and women in black and red, national colors. Every day they came and went, ate and drank and sat and as they were supporting the family. After midnight they went away, one by one, at dawn, day by day, they were all gone, no can nor garbage, not a single piece of package left behind.
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| 120829 - mourning for a Ghanaian notability - borgerhout |
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| 120829 - mourning for a Ghanaian notability - borgerhout |
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| 120829 - mourning for a Ghanaian notability - borgerhout |
