Thirteen souls lost. Another storm brewing. Ghana’s capital, Accra, is drowning, and the world yawns.
This is not merely a weather event; it is a verdict on modernity’s hubris. We have paved the earth, choked the drains, and built shanties in floodplains, all while pretending nature is a tameable beast. The Victorians understood drainage.
They knew that a city’s greatness is measured not by its towers but by its sewers. Yet here we are, in the 21st century, watching a city of 5 million succumb to a rainstorm. The corpses floating in the streets are not just victims of a deluge; they are sacrifices to incompetence and indifference.
And as another storm threatens, one wonders: will we learn, or will we simply wait for the next reckoning? The Fall of Rome did not happen in a day. It happened one leaky aqueduct at a time.
