I am about to exit
the subway at Prince Street Soho New
York, Suddenly my ears are perked up I hear
the music of Jimi Hendrix coming from , a Jimi Hendrix impersonator playing 'Purple Haze'
and the sound of his Wa wah, just
floored me with Joy.
It’s the late sixties
I am in Ghana West Africa. I quit school
swung my guitar around my shoulder and join the Hippie generation at home. Jimi Hendrix record being played twenty four
hours a day in my room. The base note of 'Hey Joe 'is the only synchronized
musical combination I can play on my guitar. I slip on my psychedelic flower shirt,
which my mom sowed for me, and my bright color orange bell bottoms pants and Beatle shoes,
dark glassed. Lose my hair in the afro style.
Then head to one of the popular lounging spots in heart Accra Ghana. Before I go any further the afro hair was an ordeal,
first I had to have my hair plaited or tied up the way it is done in Ghana, and
this comes with lots of pain. School term begin I do not return, instead I become a
Guinea Pig Tester for the West Africa ‘O’ Levels Mathematics.
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