No Need for an Alarm Clock

I'm always waking up to sounds outside my window.

A couple of weeks ago, a car full of guys staring parking outside the internet cafe, opening their windows and doors and cranking their music to full blast. Luckily, I liked the music. Unfortunately, they chose to do it at 2am.

These guys just leaned on the car hood, thinking they were hot stuff.

One day, they arrived before 6 AM to play their music and flex their muscles.

Some mornings funerals pass by, which involve chanting. Sometimes packs of runners, who shout cadences.

Roosters don't really know what time they're supposed to be crowing.

This morning a group of about 15 wearing all white were marching down the deserted, dark streets. One guy had a megaphone, 'singing' a non-English song as someone else hit a cow bell. They shouldn't allow people with bad voices to have megaphones---and certainly not at 5 am! They stopped their parade at the intersection just outside my window and formed a cicle, continuing to pray and sing (for Holy Thursday, I assume).

I guess there's no such thing as a sound ordiance in Ghana!