It’s a Sunday morning in May 2024 in downtown Accra, capital of Ghana. I’m in a church auditorium. Strangely for an African Pentecostal assembly, there are subdued acoustics. The preacher’s message is electronically transmitted. But it is solemnly controlled to stay indoors. Later, I find myself in the city’s busy streets. I’m challenged by long, snaky metallic lines glistening under …