Category Archives: Tales from a trotro

Bags and baggage

The more I thought about it, the hotter the sun grew. It wasn’t even ten in the morning. I was on leave and had to make a quick dash into town before settling for a relaxing week in bed. Tema … Continue reading

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Wardrobe malfunction!

I hadn’t quite envisaged my trip home this way. I was increasingly worried about what my room would look like after the afternoon’s downpour. What bad luck, that on this day that the heavens let it all down in all … Continue reading

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Beware! Children on board.

Here’s a reason to leave an extra shirt hanging somewhere at work. The morning traffic wasn’t too bad. I’d recently discovered Freakonomics podcasts and was being enlightened by their discourse on the upside of quitting. A toddler in the row … Continue reading

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Sleep tight

One hour after joining the queue at the Kwame Nkrumah Circle Station, I was cursing my bad luck. I’d turned down a lift from work to the Accra Mall. “Oh, it’s difficult getting a trotro from Spanner Junction. I’ll just … Continue reading

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Sirenity on our roads

It was Monday morning at Spanner Junction. Commuters were rushing from one trotro to another. I could identify with whatever frustration they might have been going through. After all, what else could possess an obviously pregnant woman to elbow her … Continue reading

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Happy New Year. Love, The Government.

It was the kind of trotro you wished wouldn’t be involved in an accident, simply because you wouldn’t want to be caught dead or alive in this patchwork Mercedes Benz 207. Every few metres, the gate would pop open, and … Continue reading

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Just get me home in one piece

It was nearly 9pm. The line hadn’t moved in a long while. The route home may be different, but it’s the same story in principle. Where crowds are ready to claw each other’s eyes out in the mornings, the Kwame … Continue reading

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I don’t wear white trousers

For me, leg room is a luxury in any trotro. One Sunday, having been left behind, I had to trek to church by myself. I was in the first row – alone. Soon, I was lost in my daydreams. It … Continue reading

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Dark suits and darkened soles

Lateness can make people do crazy things. Standing at a bus-stop, it’s easy to observe the different personalities who come in search of trotros to work. Here was this lady in a charcoal suit. Her heels must’ve been at least … Continue reading

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Tricks of the trade

It was about a quarter to seven on a cool Tuesday morning in this Mercedes Benz Sprinter. I’ll never forget one passenger. He wore a well-worn Barcelona jersey of questionable genuineness. He was at the back, and being of average … Continue reading

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