We arrive at Papa Ja's Akuma Village, a.k.a. The Rising Phoenix, and smoke a fat joint while watching the sea at dusk. This was two days ago. The little hotel, which originally opened in '97 by an ebrone (white man) couple, was taken over by Ja and his meditative Rasta crew last year. The 6-room bungalow nests on a cliff over the Gulf and is home to torn-up drum boys and young travelers, as well as the construction crew that's putting together a stage. As Papa says, "We're building a real chill place." I'm sure it will be. Every cell of Papa is just sweet, untarnished ass. There's no electricity really, though most places in Accra lack electricity every other day from the rationing. It's located on High Street, coincidentally, near the Presidential Memorial.
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