Photo Story: Together, They Leave the World

I raise my phone and press record, immortalizing the ugliness. In moments the whole world will see. Murmurs from a growing crowd. Soon there will be chanting, protests. Humid summer air and the iron tang of blood fill my nostrils. The strobe and flash of police lights cast shifting shadows across the pavement. They bop, groove, boogie, jive in a Ghanian funeral dance, whisking away two souls. Together, they leave the world. Empty bodies remain. Crumpled paper dolls on the side of the road. One black, one blue. A single pool of crimson between them. Can’t say whose is whose.

Photo credit: Fabian Mohr