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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

 

New Year Walkabout

Dear Nii Kpakpo,

This is the first letter of the new year and I’m writing to you with a blocked nose because the weather took a turn for the worse. Chale! You won’t believe it but just when we thought the harmattan was about to subside, it takes a turn for the worse.

In all my visits here before I finally moved here, the weather has never been this bad. In the morning, we hit temperatures as low as 18degrees and even when the sun is up in the morning the temperature gradually rises until it hits 38degrees few hours after noon.

This weather pattern is pretty normal but like the changing weather patterns all over the world, this time the weather is very dry, not humid at all. It is so dry that in the abundance of Shea butter, residents are buying a particular Heel Balm from France. As to how that one too became popular beats my mind Nii Kpakpo.

Personally I carry two portable containers, one for Robb to grease my extra large nose against my dust allergies and the other is Shea butter for my face (especially lips), hands and feet. The weather is so dry that the hair on my body gets cranky and irritating so needs constant oiling with Shea butter lest it gets uncomfortable.

The weather is so dry Nii Kpakpo that when you see clouds in the sky it’s not the usual rain clouds but rather dust clouds. The dust is so much that you can actually taste it on your tongue.

Today I went back to work after the long holiday break and as usual the attendance book was full. People had grudgingly dragged themselves to work. The dust is worse on the way to work because now my district decides that they want to construct the main road and the way they are going about it is just dusty.

Honestly sometimes I don’t understand our Ghanaian engineers especially when it comes to road construction. There is a whole lot of space by the roadside and the kind of gutters they are constructing I think will reduce the size of the road drastically. Are they waiting for the district to grow then will now solicit for more money to expand the road? I really don’t get it Kpakpo.

Well, I messed up your sister’s phone and I have to fix it especially since I was the one to cause it in the first place. I put the data on her android phone off and somehow somebody messed up the unlock pattern and I’m supposed to use my email to sign in. Now how do I do that with the data off and the wifi too? I’m so confused.

Interestingly the phone repair shop is still closed. They are still not back from the holidays and shop still has Christmas decorations and curtains over it’s doors. Whilst I was waiting for them to maybe show up, the number of people who showed up asking me if the shop was going to open, as if I worked there or because I stayed there too long to look like a staff member, was overwhelming.

This people up here don’t really chase money the way people do in the south leaving home to work at the crack of dawn and even sleeping over in the shop so the shop will open early to sell, even if nine times out of ten, nobody shows up that early in the morning.

Oh Kpakpo! Business is back and booming. Took a walk through the market and there are only a few shops that are not open. After staying here for a while, I think I now know almost very corner of the market and I can find anything I want within the hour. You know I could never do that with any of the markets in Accra especially Makola though I know how to find my way around there.

Today I went looking for a wholesale shop for cosmetics and toiletries. So I got some roll on, an aftershave and some deodorants for me and her and at wholesale prices too. There were even some items that weren’t in the major supermarkets I went to afterwards and those that were in stock in the supermarkets were sometimes as high as seventy percent more expensive,

Good bargains today if you ask me.

Chale! This is the new year oh and we have to look sharp. Today I noticed that it looked like there was shortage of fuel. I wonder if it was due to the filling stations hoarding fuel in lieu of the projected increase in fuel prices or anything else.

Whatever happened to your ‘oga at the top’ when he went to fete the children of the richest people in the world. Didn’t he meet their parents to ask them to sort us out with a few million gallons of crude whilst we still try to get on our feet.

Or he rather went to shoot his loudmouth and show off his better half’s ‘ikebe’ much to the chagrin of the lascivious desert dwellers with more money than the sand under their feet.

Kpakpo, as for me, it’s the new year and I’m waiting to hear him say he has changed gears into another drive instead of the demonstrations he is so noted for.

Whilst we are on the subject Kpakpo, where is the Bearded Mayor? He has been quiet this Yuletide. What has he said about the demolition dents at that faraway place in Accra?

Nii Kpakpo, it is true I don’t listen to news that much since I came over to the savannah but I hear good stories on the radio so I just downloaded TuneIn Radio so any time I feel like I can keep up.

I have realised I miss the Weekend City Show of my roommate and your bald pot bellied cousin which joyfully satirises weekly events in the city to the enjoyment of his listeners.

The download was also necessitated by the realization that I didn’t even know the Commonwealth Torch was in town and that my most favourite artiste currently ‘Shaaiitta Whyaairrraaay’ carried it in my own old homestead Chorkor.

Oh man! We have finally ‘entered the net’ and people ‘like our tin’.
Shatta Movement for life.
SM4Lyf!

Nii Kpakpo it is very likely that I might take another social media break until I get a new gadget. You know the tab I’m using is ‘la borro’ and the owner wants his gadget back. Well I hoped I could loan purchase it but alas, that’s not possible especially since you and I both know that money paid in bits and pieces in this land of our death is not utilised to the fullest as the holder of the money will desire it to be used.

Nii Kpakpo Thompson, we are in the new year and to God be the glory. Let us keep spreading the word that Ghana is not poor. We can make it out of our current situation via a renewal of individual minds.

When I hear people calling on government to intervene in one thing or the other I get sad because who is the government if it isn’t the ordinary Ghanaian citizen who created the mess in the first place. If we prevent the mess, we won’t have to call for help and then get disappointed if it doesn’t come.

Kpakpo, we also do not have to sit down and wait for the policy makers to bail us out. Through cooperation with each other, we can make giant strides in progress. It’s for this reason that I’m glad some of you are into relevant radio so you can spread the word quicker and on a broader scale.

Let’s keep working for Ghana because this is the land of our birth, and our death too.

Keep keeping well until next time.

Your Cousin in Law,
Savannah Boy