Skateboarding to Jumu’ah
I ride my board through Accra traffic to make it to Friday prayers. My imam says Allah appreciates the hustle.
I’m fifteen and I skateboard everywhere. Every Friday, I bomb down Oxford Street, weave through tro-tros, and slide into the mosque with my board under my arm.
The uncles shake their heads. My imam laughs. He says the Prophet would have appreciated someone who hustled that hard for salah.
I’m building a skate crew of Muslim kids in Osu. We call ourselves the Halal Grinders. My mother thinks it’s ridiculous. But she makes sure I have clean clothes for Jumu’ah.