We were in Accra, the capital of Ghana, taking in the scenes, as my cabbie fixed his car. There were street hawkers, or individuals selling wares on the street, everywhere selling mangos, water, shoes, and all kinds of fruit. This woman was sitting quietly by the side of the road, picking through her okra and sorting them. She had a sincere and kind face of someone familiar and regular. I also loved her baskets and circular movements. They keep one's eyes happy and constantly enjoying the scene.