Category Archives: It all starts in the station

Ajana one, Ajana two

Posted on December 5, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

Holidays mean waakye and walking around the house gloriously doing nothing. Unfortunately, not this time. I had to meet a friend at Rawlings Park, right in the heart of the chaotic Central Business District. I’ve never enjoyed the busyness of … Continue reading →

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Quiet, please!

Posted on September 12, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

I braced myself for the unique stink at the Kwame Nkrumah Circle Station after the day’s rains. Along with the darkness (and the opportunistic pickpockets that come with it), the mucky ground and the bending queues, the last hazard I … Continue reading →

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Queues here, queues there, queues everywhere!

Posted on June 20, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

For one living in East Legon and working in Adabraka, finding myself at Abeka Lapaz in the morning is strange. Not quite. My kind next door neighbour gave me a lift and happened to make a rather wide detour. I … Continue reading →

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A tale of two mates

Posted on February 7, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

After standing at Bridge for a half hour in the dryness of harmattan, this was no time to be fussy. The moment I decided any car would do, the next one was among the most beat-up scrapheap-ready trotros I had … Continue reading →

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Goodbye, Long Street. Hello, Tema Station.

Posted on November 1, 2010 by Kwaku Dankwa

My brow creased in frustration as I looked at my wrist again. Only the movement of the second hand confirmed that my watch was still working. Standing in line at Tema Station for over thirty minutes, it didn’t look like … Continue reading →

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