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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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Quiet, please!

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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Why did the chicken cross the road?

Every few minutes, I’d stare desperately at my watch. I was waiting for a trotro at Bridge, pacing up and down like an expectant father. No doubt I’d be very late for work, and the chicken scratching and pecking around … Continue reading

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