Weekend in Domaa-Ahenkro

the city breathes dust and silence, a place where old brickwork clutches secrets you can't outrun. i arrive early, letting the heat set my tired bones before i explore. this isn't a escape but a reckoning. the air smells like salt and regret, and somehow it feels right here. each corner whispers a story i barely deserve to hear.

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