You hold the city’s velocity in your hands. Every conversation lands somewhere useful when you’re in it — you can hear the deal before it’s been pitched, the alliance before it’s been spoken. Greater Accra women are the ones who can sit at three tables in one night and walk out with the same name across all of them.
You don’t romanticize movement; you organize it. The future of the diaspora keeps becoming legible because people like you draw the maps.