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All in a night’s work

It was late. Perhaps, too late. Too late, certainly, to find a trotro. I kept on asking myself what on earth I was doing in a taxi at a quarter to midnight trying to get home. This was by no … Continue reading

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A trained eye in Dubai

Our guest commuter for today is Tosin Osunlaja. Again. Now, she’s living it up. Not long after adapting to her new life of helicopters and spending days at sea as a petroleum engineer off the coast of Nigeria, she’s been … 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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Please don’t scratch

I’ve always maintained that the gains are minimal when trying to dodge the traffic of the main road. If I were driving, I’d probably just stick it out along Mensvic Hotel rather than take the back road at L’Ecole Francaise. … Continue reading

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Troto on my birthday? No way!

Less than halfway through the journey, I was laughing at every story that poured of this guy’s mouth. It was the way he told them that made them so hilarious. His voice reminded me of Agya Koo’s, though he looked … Continue reading

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