Sleepless in Accra

I woke up at 'wee-hours' ever since I arrived Accra.
I looked out from my balcony and I saw the cold dark night scene of Accra,
so I took a few shots, out of boredom at 3.00 am in the morning, of Accra...



And I recall this beautiful, poetic song written by an all time favourite singer of mine...

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my windowpane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never I understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did - I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead

Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave - until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

(Don McLean: Empty Chairs)