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On a ‘trotro’ bus
The most interesting place on the planet, in my view, is on a ‘trotro’ bus in Ghana. A cross section of the society can always be found on a trotro, from the office worker in his tie, the market woman, the lady taking her child to the clinic, the last but not the least, the driver’s mate who oozes some new, new, scent which makes you wonder the last time he had a proper bath or washed his clothes.
Depending on the hour of the day and the luck following you that day, you can find yourself sitting beside someone who apparently had been sweating but had not used a deodorant and the scent from the armpit comes to add to the chaos already on the bus and you can really testify that indeed, God is King ‘Onyame ye odo’ as someone will translate it.
We should not forget the usual drug peddler whose medicine heals almost every ailment and also the occasional preacher who ensures that he motivates you to give an offering to support God’s work, at the end of his preaching.
It is a place where one gets to know which party is going to win the elections and which one is going to lose. In fact, the political parties should not waste money on opinion polls.
All they need to do is get some of their members to get on trotros and just listen to the conversations or initiate conversations about which party is poised to win impending elections and their job will be done.
The reasons why a particular party will be winning the elections will be expertly laid out in such a manner that you will be amazed. Passengers speak their mind freely, not giving a hoot about what other passengers may think about what they say. That is the real opinion polls and not the ones conducted by pollsters most of which never turn out to be true.
I recall a conversation I once overhead on a trotro between the driver and a passenger and was shocked by the details. The conversation started with the behaviour of some women these days regarding infidelity.
The passenger sitting at the front, farthest from the driver, was talking to the driver about a friend of his, who was having an affair with a married woman.
He went on about how the lady in question when she is going to her boyfriend, deceives the husband that she was going to visit her mother and goes to spend time with the boyfriend, leaving her young son with his father, her husband.
The amount of sensitive information that can be gathered on a trotro, will amaze you. That is trotro for you.
On the funny side, story is told of a drug peddler on a trotro who was trying hard to convince passengers to buy his drug. He went on to espouse the efficacy of the drug and then he proclaimed that if your spinal cord is paining you, severely” while pointing to his forehead, “this drug will heal you and stop the pain instantly”.
A teenager on the trotro who was a student, stopped the drug peddler and said, “Uncle, our spinal chord is at our back and not on our forehead”. The peddler shouted at the teen and said “Naughty boy, don’t come and spoil my job”.
A very interesting place to be, I can assure. Another thing I have observed is the narrow spaces between adjacent rows of seats. If you are vey ‘tall’ like a former big man I know, then you do not have an issue.
However, if you are a bit tall, then you are going to be very uncomfortable if you are travelling to a far point and therefore you will spend much time on the bus. How to adjust your knee becomes a big issue. I will end and continue the conversation on trotro, another time.
By Laud Kissi-Mensah
THE typical itinerant salesman in Sikaman is a herbalist. He is normally a slim macho with the capacity to perambulate the expanse of area covering the triangle of Accra-Tema-Ashiaman. In short, he can walk a total of 60 miles a day, marketing a product that cures every disease, including poverty. 
The door-to-door herbal pharmacist advertises his product by word of mouth. He has nothing to do with the Food and Drugs Board (FDB). After all, his concoctions do not feature on FM stations.
Those herbalists who cannot walk to propagate the herbal gospel, liaise with drivers of mass transportation and their mates. They are, therefore, given the chance to sell their products on Benz buses that ply the routes.
Normally, the herbalist starts his sales message with a prayer and Bible study. He asks the passengers to bow down their heads in supplication to God the father, the son, the Holy Spirit.
When a herbalist asks the passengers to close their eyes and bow their heads, Moslems on board naturally feel offended. They feel that the herbalist has no right to assume that every passenger is a Christian. They think such an assumption is an affront to Islam.
So a Moslem on board will raise the hand for a point of order. He’ll remind the herbalist that it would be in his own interest to mind his language.
“Be careful the way you address people in a public place. Not every person here is a Christian,” he’d state assertively.
Of course, the herbalist will promptly ignore him, but would all the same “watch” his tongue. Who knows whether or not the Moslem brother is inspired by Quoranic zeal to defend the tenets of Islam to the hilt?
When he starts saying, “Wallahi!” and “Inshallah!” it could be the beginning of proclaiming Islam as supreme, a point which must be driven home with talibanic precision.
So the herbalist must tread carefully lest he steps on fire.
The herbalist could even add a measure of mirth to it all, by announcing that Christians on board today have very interesting company on the journey, but that should not detract from the business of the day.
The Moslem brother will weigh the words carefully and offer a wry smile.
He must be careful the occasion does not degenerate into the use of semantics and proverbial oration to deride his conviction that public utterances must be mindful of religious sensibilities. He has made his point very clear and expects that it is taken in good faith in the interest of a peaceful journey.
The herbalist will now open the New Testament and preach salvation, stating clearly that salvation can come only through Jesus Christ and NOBODY else.
The Moslem brother will now start twitching his moustache. The visible and almost revolutionary reflexes of his upper lip can be an indication that sentiments have begun superseding reason, and the outcome could well be tragic now shift uneasily in his seat.
The time has come for him to also express his right to the religion of his fore-bears. He’ll put his hand into his pocket and rise to his feet. The time has indeed come!
This article was first published on Saturday, September 9, 2006
When the cause of a particular problem like sickness, disease, sudden illness, a social issue etc. are not known, it stands to reason that resolving it becomes a huge challenge.
Citizens would understand the government when public announcements are made to the effect that government is trying to find a solution to the issue, even though it is taking a while for it to be resolved because citizens are rational beings.
On the other hand, if the solution to a particular issue is known to everybody but the government for whatever reason, is dragging its feet in resolving it, citizens become frustrated and begin to lose trust in their leaders.
One such issue is the heavy traffic along a section of the Kasoa – Odokor road. A short stretch of bad road between the traffic light at the Weija Government Hospital and the entrance to the entrance of the overhead that leads to the N1, is the cause of the problem but nothing is being done about it, day after day, week after week, month after month. Thus is clearly unacceptable.
Another issue that requires urgent attention is the lack of pavements along a lot of streets in parts of the various Municipal Assemblies. Exercise is a prerequisite for long life and healthy living and for those of us who it has become a way of life, this issue of people putting up structures right to the edge of the drains beside the roads, are making life difficult for us.
We are compelled to walk along the roads, putting our lives at serious risk. Pedestrians should never be compelled to compete with vehicles on our streets and roads. Roads and streets are made for vehicles and pavements are made for pedestrians. That is the norm. Any attempt to normalise a situation where pedestrians are mingling with vehicles is insanity.
It is the road regulations that makes it so and therefore district or municipal assemblies are to take responsibility and ensure that spaces for pavements are not encroached upon. Citizens have rights that must be protected by their leaders and making pavements available to pedestrians, is one of them.
When we hear of teachers having sex with students, it appears it is something recent. It is not a new phenomenon. It has been there since Adam. Perhaps this issue is getting much attention due to the proliferation of social media. It was an open secret in times past when Teachers were in relationships with female students and some married them immediately after completion of school.
Some teachers were also known to be having unholy interactions with female pupils but due to the times that these acts occurred, human rights issues and the awareness around it, allowed such unscrupulous teachers to get away with their crimes.
Now we are in a different era and so a Headmaster is now in hot waters. He is alleged to have raped about 19 female students and as usual, some officials tried to cover it up and are also in hot waters and their actions or inactions in the matter are under investigation.
Why the man has been allowed to roam freely without being arrested is simply mind boggling. It appears that the law applies differently, depending on who you are. This issue came to public attention sometime in August this year, yet the police had not arrested or invited this man for question regarding the rape allegation.
It has come out that he is a Constituency Secretary of the ruling party and the question in the public domain is that, is it because he is a political figure that is why he is still walking around without questioning? I believe in the rule of law so let us hold our breadth and let the proper thing be done.
The police must however be seen to be active in this matter. God bless.
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