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What have you inhaled today?

Posted on April 2, 2012 by Kwaku Dankwa

In line with the second anniversary of the blog, and giving some friends a chance to vent, we have another guest commuter on board. Veronique is the editor of Emerge magazine, and for those not in the know, it’s a bi-monthly … Continue reading →

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Beware! Children on board.

Posted on February 20, 2012 by Kwaku Dankwa

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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This is a man’s world

Posted on December 19, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

I’d choose a direct trotro from Bridge to Ridge any day. Unfortunately, Accra-bound trotros are not as plentiful as I wish they were. That means, more often than not, that I have to take one going to Circle, drop off … Continue reading →

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I don’t wear white trousers

Posted on October 3, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

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

Posted on September 19, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

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

Posted on August 15, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

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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Good cop, bad cop

Posted on August 1, 2011 by Kwaku Dankwa

It was all so familiar. Driving through the slow motion of the morning commute, just a few metres past the Spanner Junction traffic lights, I saw a parked Nissan Urvan at the side of the road. The driver was pleading … Continue reading →

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