A fact-tale….. The Ghana Experience.
Hmmn…. How should I say this? For a start, it sounded ridiculous - A trip to Ghana for #5000 that’s transport fare to Sokoto from Ibadan. All the same it sounded irresistible not to have bite.
The day is 17th March, an hired bus from Oshogbo is good to go, not before a fierce prayer session from Sunday Odetumbi who kept binding and chanting unseen spirits and pouring blood in the vehicle and on the road , as soon as the passengers chorused the final amen , the vehicle launched into motion heading towards Seme border. Only for us to get there to discover that our nightmare, well daymare in this case, had just started. After more than 5hrs delay and classic Nigeria extortion style by the immigration agents, we were allowed to leave our country, funny enough the same trend repeated itself along the borders of each other country we crossed to Ghana. But I guess that’s the wage for being an ECOWAS citizen.
Finally got to Togo /Ghana border late and were advised not to crossed into the no man’s land, we later found a lovely restaurant near the Atlantic called the Beach Boat in Togo managed by a woman of Asian descent where we hung out for the night with the intention of passing the night there on the condition of buying EKU (a beer) and other assorted chops. We were tricked by the owner of this bar and later got kicked out of the bar to the streets where we spent the night sleeping. Funny enough, it felt safe sleeping on the street of Lome. I know it sounds weird , but it was fun that night, the sound of the guitar, love and romance on the beach, night football game and categories of snoring in the bus...I know a lady in the bus who....... is she reading? )
We entered the warm embrace of Ghana next morning, looking sweaty and unclean. Nevertheless, we enjoyed every bit of our stay in Ghana. Though we almost got ourselves kicked out of the hostel we thought was booked and paid for us.
Ghanaians are easy people to mingle with. Firstly, some of us couldn’t find fulfillment without chasing some Ghanaians damsel at the University of Ghana, they couldn’t get enough of them, since the Nigerian girls were proving difficult to seduce. We explore the University of Ghana, Legon every single day we spent there. Later we went to the cultural center and finally capping it with a nocturnal beach race.
Our stay in Ghana wasn’t without us showing our true Nigerian characteristics, like almost getting booked and arrested for driving above speed limit, fighting in the bus, quarrel over seats and our nature of doing things.
Coming back home was less eventful. Reaching Lagos late in the night and Ibadan by midnight with everyone exhausted. There were only four words I thought of as I trudged towards my hall that Sunday night was “NEVER AGAIN BY ROAD”………………………
