Category Archives: Tales from a trotro

Pay for me

Most days that I end up closing late from work, there’s nothing more I look forward to than sitting at the back corner of a trotro at Circle, and falling asleep before we hit the roundabout. Somehow, I almost always … Continue reading

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The boys in blue

I noticed him from a distance: a bull of a man in neat short sleeves and starched khakis. He had a thick head and a square jaw, a barrel for a chest and tree trunks for arms. His impatience was … Continue reading

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Things fall apart

There was a spring in my step as I walked briskly towards the Kwame Nkrumah Circle station. The cool evening air in my face was soothing. I was lost in random thought, making me forget that I wore the weight … Continue reading

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When driver turns against mate

The beauty of teamwork is seen daily on any given commute. Driver asks mate to stick out his hand, mate shouts to the driver to make a risky dash for the fast-fading opportunity to cross an unsuspecting driver, mission accomplished. … Continue reading

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Round One, Fight!

It was all so sudden. The tiny lady next to me had unleashed a barrage of insults on the woman behind us. Raw hatred poured out of her as she swore hell the next time they met at Shiashie. She … Continue reading

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Trotros, text messages and true love

Happy Valentine’s Day! Today, I’m using a guest commuter for the first time. What better person to choose for today than my friend and fellow blogger, Benjamin Anyan. You may want to pop over to his blog and have a … Continue reading

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Political Talk

You would have to be psychic or one lucky gambler to predict that what started out as a boring routine ride, inching our way through Accra’s morning rush hour traffic, would degenerate into an outpouring of pain, and suppressed laughter. … Continue reading

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Change is (not) coming

Slowly, it dawned on me how stupid I must have looked to anybody who had followed my fruitless chase. Pulling my phone out of my pocket and fiddling aimlessly with it with a pretentious look of seriousness, I watched from … Continue reading

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The thrill of the last minute

The worst of the traffic was almost behind us. Despite merely moving only a few feet the last time the traffic lights had gone green, we were now near the front of the line. Emmanuel Eye Clinic is fast proving … Continue reading

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Riding with Metro Mass Transit Ltd

My frustration levels rose with every tick of the second hand on my watch. 7:45 in the morning and I was almost soaked. My feet were on fire and I was tired from holding on for dear life. Grasping the … Continue reading

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