By noon, Freetown is fully activated.
As the day goes on, the city bids you into her streets and Freetown becomes even more busy, frantic with crowds of people scurrying to find a way to provide for themselves and their families.
People are rushing to do what they do…
for some it is selling their goods…
for others its providing a service for their country or …
maybe it is buying fresh vegetables at the street markets…
or maybe its selling the fruits of your labor….
Whatever you do, the streets are alive!
Young and old are out and about… rush here, rush there
like in the West, this city is very much awake, busy and activated ….
But unlike in the West, In Freetown you can spot those quietly blended into the mass of society
being still…
Openly and publicly listening to that “still quiet voice”, they stop their attention to the worldly laptop lifestyles…
and consider the words of Psalm 46:10:
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
Uninhibited and in plain sight on the streets, they pray!
As others whisk by, they bow in submission to God. It is time for prayer, a time for the city life to blend into God’s life…
Its all here, everything you can think of, its all blended into one heap of humanity in Freetown. Hustling, prayer, desperation, satisfaction -paradox after paradox, this is what makes up Freetown.
