The brief wondrous life of the vuvuzela
More of our Faces of the Wold Cup, by Angela Jimenez
Obligatory: This was a fantastic night in Ghana. We watched the game on Oxford Street in Osu, Accra, which exploded right after the match. People ran through the streets dancing, waving flags, flame-throwing, singing, blowing vuvuzelas. We were pickpocketed, pushed almost into ditches, high-fived, nearly run over, interviewed, hugged. A few of us were fighting through the middle of the street when a mob of men appeared out of nowhere and hugged us around our waists and started dancing and jumping and dancing. By the time we tumbled out we’d lost everyone we knew—thirty minutes later we found them down the road, tucked away in a gelateria with a few other Americans (“Canadians,” for the night). With the help of our new friend Steve we made it out through a side street; my group’s all home and safe now, but the celebration will continue until daybreak.
I cheered for the U.S. tonight, but I was also proud to carry a Ghanaian flag. And I’m excited for what’s to come. This time’s for Africa.
The view from our former, and most excellent, intern. If anyone had to beat the U.S., Ghana was our pick.
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Eve Fairbanks, making the case that North Korea should be banned from the World Cup