The streets of Accra have become rivers. Thirteen bodies have been pulled from the floodwaters that swept through Ghana's capital yesterday, and the city holds its breath as another storm system churns off the coast. This is not merely a weather event.
It is a brutal lesson in the geography of inequality. The dead are not evenly distributed. They are concentrated in the informal settlements, the low-lying areas where drainage is a dream and the state's presence is fleeting.
Downpours came with little warning, turning market stalls into debris and homes into traps. As night fell, families huddled on rooftops, watching the water rise. Now, with a fresh storm warning, the question is not just about survival.
It is about what kind of city Accra wants to be. The middle classes in their gated compounds east of the city will ride this out. The poor, once again, pay the human cost.
The cultural shift here is subtle but seismic: when disaster strikes, it reveals who we value. And Ghana, like so many nations, is failing that test.
