Profundities on Rotundities

The following extracts are from an account of a Dutch visitor to Ghana on the eve of independence, called ‘Black Man’s Country’:

“What would you do if you saw a naked girl walking down the road? Well, so did I – gaped at her, jammed on the brakes, and got out of the car. Her response was not very encouraging. She took to her heels, for how could she know that all I wanted to do was photograph her?”

“The market was held in the shade of some large trees. There were hundreds of naked women. My hands itched to smack all the round backsides”

Things have changed. Girls, to the detriment of foreign photographers, are generally clothed. Interestingly however, this doesn’t apply to their grandmothers. Their boobs, hanging slack from long years of greedily guzzling children hanging from them are, in Ilona’s words, like “leather drinking pouches”.