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Journey To The North

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

So I got into a bus heading north and though initially I didn’t know the people but I was cordially welcomed and before long we were chatting like we’ve known each other for years. After all what other choice did they have but that they were stuck with me for at least the next ten hours on the long drive to Tamale.

Kpakpo it is said that a man is not measured particularly by what he has but more by the friends he keeps. Here I was the day earlier doing errands for your sister especially to do with some documents she needed from that monolith institution up on the hill with its cumbersome bureaucratic processes. You know how it is in the capital when you want documents instantly then you have to fill some forms which bear The Big Six on the front pages and as letterheads. So there was no way I could get the documents without it taking a hit on my pockets. Meanwhile here I was having to rush back to Tamale for a mentoring program at the local university so I had to rush to the Intercity STC to book a ticket for the next day to travel. But the big sign post in the cashier’s window NO BOOKING WITHOUT CASH really had me prepped for an angina attack. What was going on and where was I to mobilize funds especially since I was told there were only two seats left on the second bus for the next day.

Kpakpo here I was feeling stranded and then after saying a prayer decided to tell a couple of friends and see how it goes. Now lemme tell you why I chose the InterCity STC. The company just recently purchased new Scania buses and these buses are fitted with usb ports and power sockets for electronic gadgets. I know when that our cousin who likes beans a lot hears this he might even try to take his rice cooker into the bus and cook some beans whilst he travels. But yeah! The buses are fitted with usb ports, a freezer and has on-board toilet facilities (which I have never seen in use considering how some passengers will even go to the bush and you can smell them a mile away) and best of all they have wireless services on board. This is what will make social media and internet users wanna ride in these buses and I am going to spearhead a campaign that it becomes our mode of transport of choice at social media events or gatherings.

So yeah that is it.

Kpakpo after an hour of making calls and convincing the ticket lady to hold the ticket for me I walked out of the station with a ticket in my pocket. Every day when I wake up I say a prayer to thank God for life and for his many blessings to me and that includes my friends and then I say a prayer for my friends too for God to bless them as they go through their daily lives. I have some friends and even though are crazy will go to the ends of the earth just to have my back. Look at yourself. Lol

So from the station I stopped over at the Body Temple of ICGC  to see my basketball friends I haven’t seen in a while and I’m sure the receptionist was shocked at how the boys just run out to carry me into the premises telling her I was VIP when everyone else is supposed to pay before entering the premises. It was really good to see them and regrettably I couldn’t stay any more days so we could hang out.

Anyemi, it was just as I got home that I got a call that there was a company bus leaving the Accra Mall in the wee hours of the morning and most of the people on the bus were going to be in the north for the first time and they would love for me to be on board that bus. Wow! What was happening I asked myself? I already had the ticket for the Intercity STC and I had to go return it but still I wasn’t convinced I wanted to leave the comfort of the public bus for some folk I didn’t even know and whether they will even treat me cordially. ‘Human beings are someway’ as a friend of ours will say. But then again, every journey had to be an adventure so why not. Luckily when I called the number for the Intercity company the same lady that served me picked up and she was so courteous I almost said I was sorry for bothering her but I will still take the bus. The lady explained my options to me and even wanted me to hold on till the morning so I make a decision when I came to board the bus but I told her the other bus was leaving around 3am and then she agreed on a refund or I change the ticket to Kumasi for another friend who was traveling there in the morning. Refund won the debate.

Kpakpo, by the time I was done doing all these calls and getting home and packing , it was long past midnight and which meant I had barely three hours to get ready. I called to confirm that I will be on the bus, took a shower, ironed my clothes, switched to news channels to watch what was going on in the rest of the world and lay down to wait for the time so I could leave home and go meet the bus  at the Accra Mall. Oh yes! And for the first time ever I set an alarm so at least I had some noise reminding me it was close to time. I didn’t know this people and I did not for any reason want to create a bad first impression. It was gonna be a long drive.

So at half past 3 I was at the roadside with my bags debating whether to take normal trotro which is cheaper to the mall or to take dropping which was comfy. I was wondering if there were any Uber drivers up by then. Well, since I still wanted to make an impression the dropping won and thankfully the taxi driver was very chatty and we have an interesting conversation on the drive. Within minutes we were at the mall since it was the wee hours of the morning and there was virtually no traffic on the roads. Moreover using the N1 we could almost wish we had another car to race with. There was no sign of the bus when I got to the mall but when I called the contact I was supposed to call I was asked to come into the station behind the mall and there I realized the company had a small office there and that was the pick-up point. The bus hadn’t arrived yet and after greeting those that were around I settled to wait.

Nii Kpakpo it wasn’t too long when the driver arrived and he was driving a new Ford Transit 14seater van and that put a smile on my face because I knew I had made a good choice. Before long we were chatting like we had met before and we were telling each other stories of travels to parts of Ghana to the delight of the rest of the passengers waiting. We assured them that inasmuch as it was going to be a long drive they will have fun along the way and should just enjoy the journey. The driver told me that he had suggested we leave that early because of the Buipe Bridge that was usually closed for repairs daily at 2pm and we needed to cross the bridge before its closure, else the alternate was to drive to the Bole-Bamboi-Sawla-Fufuiso road that will add at least four hours more to the journey. As for the alternative we didn’t even want to consider it at all so we set timelines and told the passengers that there will be minimal stoppages on the way until we got to the bridge. One passenger that was delaying was left behind because he could not be specific as to where he was as at the time we were ready to leave. At exactly 5am we set off from the Accra Mall.

The women went to the back seat and amidst giggling, gossiping and teasing each other we drove off. This soon petered out since it was obvious because of the time we were leaving peoples’ sleep patterns had been affected and before long most people were asleep. The timelines that I had set were pretty effective by my estimation and I understood why when I told the driver that I was estimating we get to Kumasi in four hours he just laughed. We hit the Ejisu roundabout at a quarter to eight but then the traffic in Kumasi driving through the center of town was crazy and we spent another hour manoeuvring through to get on to the Tamale road via Offinso. We picked up another passenger in Kumasi and by now the women in the car were awake and complaining that they were hungry.

Kpakpo inasmuch as we jokingly say that you can buy anything in traffic in Ghana it is very true for Accra and Kumasi cities. Driving through the traffic there was food that could serve a full British breakfast: oats, toasted bread and eggs, milo, milk, burfloaf, sandwiches and somebody even carried porridge. But alas our women didn’t want any of this but they preferred a local breakfast of some waakye or banku or probably some early morning fufu with some herbs and bushmeat. The discussion of what to eat on the bus also generated its own laughter and truly Ghanaians we laugh at our pain. Having gotten to the outskirts of Kumasi and out of the traffic the driver then stopped at a place where there was waakye for the women to buy breakfast whilst him and another passenger found a fufu joint and went off to have their own meal. They were the last to get on the bus and then we set off again with a further warning of minimum stoppages.

Time for people to start chattering again with food in their bellies but very soon, sleep took over again. The next stop was in Techiman to refuel and have passengers stretch a bit and use the washroom. Whilst they did that I quickly rushed over to see my cousin who was at a shop just a street away. The Linda that we used to know as a little gal is not so little anymore and she has grown into a lovely young woman helping her mother at the store and managing some of the business. She’s become the Techiman La Gata after the telenovela character. I know I should soon introduce her to my other sweetheart in the town, the svelte community nurse Vee but soon. Every time I show up there people are curious as to who I am because I relate to her by the love I have for her and we laugh easily. It was a quick pop in and I just hugged my aunt since I haven’t seen her in a while and told her I was passing by on a journey to the north and wanted to come get a blessed hug from her. She followed me to the bus and when the other passengers saw her and after the introduction one particular man started already calling me in-law mischievously. We set off again heading to Kintampo but passing through Tuabodom which also led the women to sing the old song that had once been a national hit and we laughed over it.

Kintampo is the center of Ghana and the town thrives on traveller trade because most of the buses that ply the north and south stop over there thus there are several rest stops. There was one time I remember we stopped over very late almost midnight and GN Bank van was still working giving announcements for people to come deposit their monies from daily sales for safe keeping. The town never sleeps because buses pass through almost every minute of the day. However we didn’t stop at Kintampo since we had already stopped at Techiman and we drove past heading to the bridge which was now our target because we intended to cross it before the close down time of 2pm. We were on track. We got to the bridge with still an hour and half to spare before closing time and just after we crossed it we were all clapping for our driver. He had made good time. It was then that I suggested whilst we were getting some snacks including tiger nuts, aka atadwe, that we get the driver some guinea fowl (akomfem) eggs to celebrate his feat. Moreover he needed to take a break of at least ten minutes which we insisted on so he had to find a place convenient to park the van.

Nii Kpakpo, just as the driver parked the van and got out I opened the door for those who wanted to stretch a bit to come out of the van and the very first lady who was eager to get out tried to come out of the van. Just as she put her leg down and her full body came into contact with the heat outside she jumped back into the cooler confines of the van. The action was very short-lived but very funny because just as she put her other foot on the ground out of the van the heat wave caught her straight in the face and she jumped back into the cooler confines of the van. At this time just before the rains is the hottest season in the north. The average temperature daily is 38 degrees and the passengers didn’t understand how I was feeling so cool in the heat and I told them that sometimes I felt I was solar because I have always been energized by the sun’s rays and it felt good to be back in the northern sun. One of the ladies commented ‘then we can’t live here oh’ and to which I replied that they will get used to it if they lived here and my experience the first time I visited Tamale.

When we set off again we knew that the next stop will be in Tamale and we even passed the Intercity bus that had left Kumasi at 6am that morning on the way. To impress the other passengers I put my wireless device on and caught the Wi-Fi from the bus to prove that indeed there was Wi-Fi on that bus and why I believed it was the bus of choice. Approaching Tamale and people were taken aback by the development and their impression that the place was a backwater changed instantly to be confirmed the next day when I met them that they will give consideration to a chance to relocate up north to stay.

The long journey gradually was coming to an end and all I could think about was the food that the boys were going to have at lunch. Every Friday are special days at The Observatory, a particular table set in Club Enesta, a restaurant in the very heart of Tamale. I was in contact with the chef and I had already told the boys to take a photo of the food I’d be missing but they didn’t know that I had made arrangements that just when the food was placed in front of them I will appear to eat some. I could just imagine the look on their faces. And Oh! I achieved that perfectly. Got to lunch just in time to just wash my hands and join in the meal after dumping my bags on the floor.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson, you see how this letter is long, so also was the journey long but in the end we made it. Considering the aftermath of accidents all over the news and casualties I give God the glory and thank Him for traveling mercies all over the nation. It is not by intelligence or might but just by His favour, grace and mercy that we travel as much as we do safely. Keep praying for me that I will enjoy safe travels in these parts as I bring you more stories from up here. And paddy, hurry and get your show on the road. I’m still waiting for the day you call me and tell me you’re heading up here or are here already. Like we will paint the savannah with its own sunset.

Till I write to you again I still remain,

Your Cousin in Law,

Savannah Boy



Founders Day 2016

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

just recently another Founder’s Day passed and as usual it was declared a holiday in Ghana. this is the day that has been put aside also as a National Volunteers Day by the GhanaThink Foundation where people are encouraged to get out of their comfort zones and do an activity voluntarily to help their communities. these activities could be any activity that persons recognized as could benefit the society either communally or in general.

several activities were lined up countrywide and these activities included cleaning up designated areas such as lorry parks, town centre or beaches, health awareness walks, health screening and blood donations, donations to orphanages and spending time with the orphans, spending time with basic school children teaching basic ICT skills, rehabilitating school buildings and painting and even community outreaches among several others.

Kpakpo in the savanna for example various activities were lined up to cover several days since the day itself was on a Wednesday and activities were lined up both for the day itself and for the Saturday at the weekend.

For the Wednesday there was a clean up and health awareness walk in the center of Tamale where the main taxi rank area was cleaned to the market area. the health walk was to create awareness on some female diseases where health personnel gave seminars on personal hygiene and how to prevent some female diseases.

the main activity however was the painting of a six classroom block of a basic school in a community in Tamale. anyemi, the people that came out to paint was a motley crew of various professionals and down to earth people who on a regular day will not don overalls or even carry paint brushes but for the sake of volunteerism came out to spend time painting the community school.

Kpakpo, i would lie if i said it wasn’t fun. whilst we painted, various discussions went on with regards to various issues and it was also a time for networking.

after the introductions fellow volunteers just walked up to each other and amidst the banter and lively camaraderie the painting went on. the clothes designer interacted with the lovely women who could be models for his clothing, whilst also keeping a conversation with the award winning photographer to be featured on his blog and the celebrity feature blogger was busy soliciting for a supply of eggs and gizzard from the poultry farmer volunteer whose little two year old boy was being attended to by the high school graduate waiting for her results to go into the university.

the aid worker was being teased that she had missed her calling as a painter or an artist whilst the author showed obvious signs of his childhood forays and his bald head bobbed up and down holding a very long scroll brush painting the upper parts of the wall whilst the tallest painting volunteer was concentrating on putting the Bluetooth music speakers at a point where they would have the most effect so there was music to dance, sing or hum to whilst painting. Kpakpo, i am not forgetting the Hub incubator entrepreneur who’s first act on reaching the painting site was to spread out his waakye and eat first, claiming that without energy no work could be done.

now you understand when i say it was a motley crew of volunteers out to have fun whilst doing something worthwhile for the community. the headmaster of the school was very grateful for the gesture.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson, the activities planned for the weekend included a graduation of the Reading Clinic children and i hear it went pretty well. these children had undergone four months of being taken through reading and writing skills to not only equip them for academia but also be peer mentors in their various communities.

the Founders Day initiative of volunteering on that day has come to stay and for some of us it is not only a one day activity but a daily one for us as we go through our lives getting out of our comfort zones and giving back to the community in any way we can whilst also supporting various initiatives we believe in. let us invite more people to find a cause they can support one way or the other both materially and financially. there are so many causes out there.

well i am done here. till i write to you again let us keep spreading the word of volunteerism and instill the spirit in other people.

i still remain

your cousin in law

Savannah Boy














Of Judges and the Eid

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

The last time I was walking through town one early morning and I saw two large buses parked in front of the central mosque with people gathered around them. I didn’t really need anybody to tell me that it was another season to perform one of the tenets of the Islamic faith which was to embark on the hajj to the holy land and these were the faithful ready to depart to Accra for further travel to Saudi Arabia and mecca to perform the rites as is required by the faith.

It was not too long after this sighting that our friend the international award winning ace investigator who hides his face behind a mask and a hat blew the lid on what he has been cooking for the past two years which was that the third realm of the estate was as gangrened as an infected wound in the fabric of the nation.

Kpakpo, the interesting thing is that I had just watched a video on a Nigerian television station where he had helped bust a ring of quack abortion doctors just as he did in Ghana with the doctor who conducted the abortion by penile insertion. How having sex with a person aborts their baby is still a mystery to me that I unfortunately will not have the chance to unravel. Sometimes how I wish I wasn’t tied to your sister so I could go back to my wild self and do some daring sexperiments.

Nii Kpakpo, the story of the judges really rocked the nation and with these guys in black robes being the highest in the land to adjudicate cases being this fallible in changing the course of justice for the price of a few cedis and a goat then where are we headed as a nation. To think that criminals are walking free because they bought their freedoms from the highest level is scary. It is not like we haven’t heard of policemen making dockets get lost and even high profile cases like the seized cocaine turning into kokonte (cassava powder) in police custody or is it the custody of the court. We will never know.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson, so this led me to ask a simple question on twitter that has become a trending question worldwide oh. So I asked that if we were training our lawmakers very close to a market place, what was the guarantee that they won’t mortgage justice? Funny enough I can’t even claim to be the originator of this deep thought but something I found pretty profound and thought I should ask on a bigger platform and boy did it get big. I hear you former colleagues at that rival fm station were discussing it the other day on their morning show. Wow! Social media can be mean.

Social media has been mean to the judges especially with stories of how now you go to the market and instead of saying you wanna buy a goat you point to one and ask ‘how much is this judge?’. Also the seller now has a right to ask you where you are taking the judge to and to which court because the court will determine what kinda judge you take there.

I wonder how the judges in the savanna feel about this whole situation. My first take when the news broke out was that even if they want to prosecute these judges which court will they take them to because this was a clear cut case of he without sin cast the first stone but I learnt that there are judicial procedures and that it was unfair to throw the child out with the bathwater. With the hullabaloo about whether or not the tape should be shown, that has passed since the tape has been shown and like any other story in Ghana, it has started its decline.

Then a few days later more news comes of the death of the Muslim pilgrims dying in the ritual of stoning the devil in Mecca. Well, I am inclined to mischievously think that the devil and his minions have had enough of the stoning and decide to return those stones tossed at them in another way. However, as the news around the world has made us understand, it is not a singular event but every year people die in that particular ritual and in some years the death toll has been high and this was one of such years. When the news broke I wondered if the people I saw on those buses knew that something like that could happen to them and if they perish will that be the last time their family saw them.

Really sad!

Kpakpo to those who have died in the stampede in the holy land I wish Allah grants their souls a peaceful rest. The rest of us who are alive will go down on our knees and thank Allah for life whilst we do justice to the goats and livestock that were being dragged along everywhere prior to the Eid.

It was a common occurrence to see livestock being dragged along the road and some people carrying them on their motorbikes transporting them home. Also on the eve of the Eid, market women and children were in a hurry to get home to the surrounding villages to cook for the next day since it was a holiday. What this meant is that food joints wont really be open and bachelors had to pray that if they had girlfriends they will cook and send them some food before they starve to death. As for the ‘judges’ they graced the soup bowls in various forms.

Nii Kpakpo, the festivities go on throughout the weekend and I have my toothpick ready to keep chewing meat. As for the video of the judges I will wait till it gets here before I say anything about it.

Tll then be well and you are invited to my meat chunks. Happy Eid!

Your Cousin in Law
Savannah Boy

Savannah Tourism

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

I recently wrote an article on the state of our tourism sites in the northern parts of Ghana and barely a month after, as if by coincidence, I hear the minister of tourism has carted her honorable self with an entourage of hopefully intelligent people to tour the north and see what the ministry can do to boost the tourism potential in these parts.

Like all the programs that have been embarked on in the past, I sincerely hope her report as well as the others before her including the ones from members of her entourage will not go gathering ‘cowboys’ on some dusty shelf for generations to come.

Kpakpo, when I first heard this, my first reaction was ‘tis about damned time’. In my other article I made mention of tourism being the third highest foreign exchange earner in this country and that is even in its raw state. Nothing has been done to improve it and our tourism is mostly concentrated in the south and even perceptions about the areas where tourist sites can be located up north is all negative and skewed. Why would a foreigner or even a local person visit a place that is known to be prone to violence at the drop of a hat or when haggling over the price of a guinea fowl can escalate into a civil war with serious ethnic undertones.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson that is what I’m talking about. I really hope the minister and her entourage really map out the north and something comes out of it. And any time at all I am available as a consultant on what can be done.

It is really up to us to market our tourist sites and up to government to make provisions, policies and also infrastructure available for these sites. I hope everything works well.

Kpakpo, I have said my piece and all I can do now is wait. Will get back to you when I have more stories for you.

Keep on keeping on..

Your Cousin in Law,
Savannah Boy

The Wedding

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

How have you been these past few days. Usually there is no need to check on how you are doing because I know that being a Santa grandchild you will sort yourself out especially at a time like this with just a few days to Christmas. So yes! It’s a useless question I shouldn’t even ask in jest cos you are holding your ground.

What’s the latest in the bearded Man City? I hear as usual, the city is choked especially in the streets of the main market and it’s environs. I have been watching the news and it looks as if even though more people are walking the streets, less is being bought. Does it mean that people are walking the streets of Accra doing window shopping – they are shopping with their eyes and not putting their hands in their pockets. Why would they do that if they have no money in their pockets?

The economic fear hasn’t changed yet. Or has it?

As for the population numbers in the streets, I’m sure the spirits have also come to town to shop and at this period of time, spiritual activity is heightened. In this vein too, it means the crossover, walkover, jump over, rollover, dream over and all the overs billboards as advertised by shiny suited men of God, coupled with flamboyant church names, will be all over (no pun intended) the city.

Nii Kpakpo, have you realised how many weddings there are in the month of December? It is like some fathers are giving their children out as Christmas presents to some young men and as if young couples want to stay indoors during the Christmas and make it a merry sexmas.

Even days of the week are not spared for these weddings because it is a period when people are free for the holidays. In the week for Christmas itself till a few days after the new year there are weddings back to back everywhere and the more friends one has, the more weddings one has to attend.

Kpakpo I find myself at a wedding in my church and the traditional ceremony was done on the Saturday and the wedding during the normal sunday service in church. Personally I think this is best and saves the cost of unwarranted expenses that pervade weddings these days.

Sometimes I wonder how some couples would go borrow money just to have a wedding and then start the journey into life in debt. Does it really make sense? You tell me Kpakpo.

The church starts and for two hours the bride was nowhere to be found. Kpakpo you’re an emcee and you know how these situations can get very uncomfortable and you have to find ways of killing the time so the crowd does not feel the waiting.

The emcee for this particular wedding Nii Kpakpo comes from our golden belt and is a student pastor at the seminary here in the savannah. The emcee is so straightforward but he’s cracking me up not with his jokes, he didn’t say any, but with his tonation to mentioning words, typically of people from his area in Ghana. Oh! And his English language is to die for.

When he calls the ushers he says they should “Behurry! Be hurry!” and when the bride finally arrives he says “God bresst you for your patience”. Kpakpo, I almost touched myself to see if the ‘breasting’ was instant. Then finally I almost died when he said ‘now we will take a sorro from the choir before the preacher mounts the pulpit.’ Did he mean a solo – as in a song?

Chai! How can we take ‘sorro’ from the choir. Matter this!

Nii Kpakpo the part I liked and admired most was his introduction of the supposedly dignitaries present. Oh! He introduced ‘everybody’ in the church I tell you. From the officiating ministers to the wedding, guests from other churches representing, then I think he went to the order of photographs. From the parents of the couple, the grooms colleagues at seminary school, the bride’s work colleagues, family of the bride, family of the groom, the couple’s counsellors, friends of bride, friends of groom, the church members, everybody.

Even his English teacher at the seminary. I laughed at that wondering what would be going on in the man’s mind.

Now I saved the best for last. Kpakpo, the emcee called and introduced the couple’s landlord.

I wonder how the man must’ve felt when he was called but then nothing surprises me here in the savannah anymore. With everyone wanting to feel self important, I’m sure the landlord was flattered he was acknowledged as being present. Furthermore, he must be a good landlord to be acknowledged to be present at a tenant’s wedding.

Which Ga landlord will attend a tenant’s wedding if not to see how lavish it is so he can determine just how much to increase the rent after the initial deposit has run out. Oh how I love my people.

Chale! This is a wedding and as you can imagine the iPads and tablets are out. The paparazzi have taken over the view of the whole ceremony to the obvious utmost chagrin of the comgregation. As I sit in my corner typing away to write this letter to you, the people around me expect me to join the throng of paparazzi just by virtue that I have a tablet but they don’t know that this letter is more important to me than a few snapshots of photos I can get access to just by asking one of the persons to forward it to me.

Kpakpo, if I tell you I’m not enjoying this wedding here, I’m lying to you. There is so much irony and imagery in this environment. For example, in giving the marriage certificate to the couple, the presenter says she is representing the head pastor of the church and the entire church in giving the certificate to the couple.

Now Kpakpo, the irony lies in the fact that the marriage certificate is given to the wife, who receives it on behalf of the couple and the wife happens to be the daughter of the head pastor of the church. So in essence it’s like a father giving a certificate of marriage to his daughter.

The other day your bald big belly cousin at the station of joy raised a question on his social media page and the irony of the situation comes to mind as I sit in this wedding auditorium. He said a man buys three rings, he puts two on his wife and gives her the last one to put on his finger. In essence, isn’t the man marrying himself since he bought all three rings?

Critically thinking this through, I think your cousin has a point there but then let’s leave it at where it is as a mischievous observation.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson, we are all Christians but some imagery I find very ironic when taken literally but since they are a matter of faith we leave it as it is. In true Christian fashion, the pastor soaks the food we are about to eat in the blood of Jesus. Taking this literally will make the whole food a gooey mess we won’t even want to touch. But you know me and how my mind works in hyperdrive every time so let’s leave it that.

Oh! And I enjoyed the food served paa.

The wedding is now over and the guests and church members are milling about. As usual with weddings people are mingling and boys and girls stand around in groups talking and observing. You know the boys will be talking about the girls and vice versa.

Kpakpo, your cousin walks up to me and says she wants to go home because she’s hungry and tired. I’m sure the love charged atmosphere has gotten to her and she is in a hurry to go home and cuddle up. Moreover it’s one of those lazy days.

Abi you know, I no bore kraa.

So I’m off and headed home for a quiet afternoon. No disturbance obviously.

Talk to you soon.

Your Cousin in Law
Savannah Boy