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Last Saturday, driving through Aburi to Akropong, I encountered celebrants and mourners. At one mourning ground, on a park, there were more than 100 chairs.
Right ahead was a crowd of celebrants who were entering a recreational spot for a wedding reception.
It was midday and the funeral grounds looked deserted, it was evident that there had been some drizzle. I wondered, however, the numbers of people gathered on the park before it started drizzling, judging by the number of chairs beneath the dozen canopies erected.
Those loitering had no masks. For the wedding company, it was all closeness and chatter, as they made their way to the reception. None wore a mask.