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The battle

Ridiculous things are happening all around me and I don't even have a camera to capture them. I did manage to use my phone to snap these photos of road repair. It's been raining in Abidjan- days and nights filled with a steady stream falling from the sky. Roads become flooded, rivers wash away dirt creating small lakes and jagged trenches wide enough to hold a fat cow.

Walking to school turns us into frogs hopping from one rock colored lily pad to the next. Sometimes nature takes over, leaving us no option except to plunge our feet daringly into the cold, murky water. The effects of such concentrated and prolonged rain are roads that have been reshaped into wavy bands, bottoming out taxis and making even pedestrians seasick.

The solution: piles of rubble filled with cinder block, old tiles, broken chunks of cement and a horde of other unrecognizable material. A small group of men pass the night sorting and dispersing the pile, trying to make it passable for cars. It seems an impossible task but after a few days, some parts have been trod over with enough weight and frequency to even it all back to dirt again. There remain plenty of areas where the rubble refuses to break. Rough corners of cement blocks rise from the roadway, daring tires to pass over, their height taunting the underbellies of the mechanical beasts.

There is a battle going on, between road and man and machine and weather. It's not certain which, if any, alliances have been made or who will come out victorious. The art is clearly in the struggle each puts forth to overcome the other.


The first of a collection of odd rubble piles I passed on my way
out of the neighborhood one morning

Each pile covers a deep, rolling wave in the earth

I wonder where it comes from, who arranged
for it  to be dropped off, and did they
 actually pay for this?

I think the blocks appear too huge to actually help.
 But I am wrong. A group of men sort and spread these
 piles until you can actually drive over them. Mostly.
 Though foolish man appears to be losing here- using the repeated weight of his 2 ton machines, he just might be able to crush these cement blocks back into the dust from which they were made. A clever shop owner also managed to eke out a thin mosaic walkway with discarded tile pieces. Maybe man is winning after all.....at least until the next wave of water washes it all away.