Echoes of Nzulezu(35*60inches)

In the early morning hush, when the clouds still whispered secrets to the sky and the waters lay silent like glass, a lone boy sat at the edge of Nzulezu — the mystical village on stilts nestled within the Amansuri wetlands of western Ghana.

The village, known for its wooden homes delicately perched above the lake, was founded centuries ago by ancestors who followed the voice of a guiding spirit in a snail shell, leading them to safety upon the waters. It is said that when danger approached the old lands, the ancestors fled — not by foot, but by faith — and built a home where the earth meets the sky in rippling reflections.

The painting captures this sacred calm. A canoe, tethered gently by the shore, waits like a patient guardian. The boy, draped in white — the color of purity and ancestral reverence — gazes into the horizon where smoke spirals like the spirit’s voice, curling up to the heavens. The sky rolls with soft clouds like ancestral breath, while the palms lean as if listening to the boy’s silent questions.

Each tree and ripple tells a tale — of how the Nzulezu people learned to live with the water, not against it. How they fished with gratitude, built with wisdom, and passed stories like treasures from one canoe to the next.

He was the child of this legacy — his reflection not just his own, but of all who came before. In that quiet moment, under the shade of swaying palms and beside the soul of the lake, he heard them: the echoes of Nzulezu — not gone, not forgotten, simply watching through the water and wind.