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  • In 2007 on a visit back to Ireland I was invited to take a trip cruising on the Shannon in Country Leitrim with two of my brothers, my sister and some friends. I had never been to Leitrim and never cruised anywhere let alone on our iconic river, so I accepted readily.
    Ireland is green. It seems ridiculous understatement to say so. But Ireland is green and I’d never appreciated it to the extent I did on that trip. Perhaps it was because I had to slow down, rivers make you do that. We flowed along sometimes talking, sometimes just soaking up the deep golden brown of the river and the uncountable shades of green. My world seemed to come to a standstill and all that existed was the river and the lakes it created and the life it sustained and its ripples lapping against the boat provided the mantra.
    Back in Ghana, when the day-to-day monotonies of the working week and the snarl of city life threaten to invade my peace and clutter my thoughts, I open up the photos I took on my Leitrim trip. I fill my mind with the grey-green of the sky. I can almost hear the rustle of the reeds as the wind blowing across the lakes disperses the static.
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