i haven’t been here in a while to do some writing. it was due to scope creep. yeah the project scope of work had a constant requirements change and hence ate into the time slot for blogging. that is being remedied. now the project is back on course lets get on with business.
first, the inventor of the washing machine needs a nobel prize. if he didn’t get one, he should get it posthumously, of course the inventor of the microwave should have one too. i have recently considered going into the laundry business. machine wash – sun dried services. as soon as i find an ‘industrial ironing system’ where i can just hang the clothes and it comes out ironed i’m getting into business. sorry yes i got a washing machine the experience is liberating!
i am finally getting the ghanaian number plates for my car. soon all physical traces that i am a nigerian will be erased. i just have to learn twi or ga and i’ll be fully blended in. maybe get a darker shade for my skin and change my name to frempong.
the rain is supposed to cleanse the land but sometimes the flood brings in dirt. enough parables, i witnessed what one could consider the closet i have yet come to ‘area’ boys in ghana. it rained heavily during the day and on the way home from work a couple of days back , on getting to a place a friend nicknamed ‘need for speed underground’ i met with them. the need-for-speed-underground is a tunnel just wide enough for one car that passes under the tema motorway. only one car can pass at a time so often it requires a patient wait for a window of opportunity when few cars are coming from the other side then you dash like mad for the tunnel. once you are in the tunnel you automatically guarantee passage for all those behind you until there’s another lull in traffic.
well on this rainy day, on getting to the tunnel saw this ‘exited’ youngman who picked up a huge stone and stood menacingly in front of the tunnel. i later figured that his excitement was due to the fact that my number plates read nigerian. well he didn’t really have any harmful intents, he just wanted to beg for a little cash. he and a group of his friends were ‘helping’ motorists who’s cars got stuck in the tunnel because is was partially flooded. apparently my car didn’t look like it would get stuck. we chastised the guy for his theatrics and he apologized, just wanted a few pesewas for food (or beer?).
on the 22nd of this month i would have lived 3 months in this country. i’m yet to really find serious issues with them. i lived in lagos for 5 years and i kept wishing i could be somewhere else. i’ve been here three months and i don’t have any nostalgic feelings about lagos. in defense of lagos , i think the major problem is that it’s got too many nigerians living there. if there’s a way one could reduce the number of nigerians living in lagos , it would be a much better city.
people tell me (nigerians of course) that accra is organized because it’s the capital. lagos wasn’t organized even as the capital. abuja is organized ‘relatively’ but for how long? anyway, what do i care about anywhere else, i mean people live in lagos all their lives without going anywhere else in nigeria so if i never visit kumasi i am happy to live in my blissful ignorance.
i paid my first water bill yesterday. i had 2.04 ghana cedis for the month. that’s like 248 naira and the water is relatively constant. i can operate a washing machine with it! it’s been on the news that there is a water crisis. the considered reviewing the contract of the firm who has a management contract to run the water service. there are complaints that they have done a poor job. now i have water running every day safe a few days in a month and they have done a poor job? well the complaint is mainly that they haven’t handled the distribution well so there are many areas with water issues. at least there is water.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
So Much More...
this weekend i got dstv installed. so watching tv will take on another dimension. with over 50 channels on offer and only 9 of much use the stress on the thumb is reduced. you only have to flip through nine locations not fifty. i think dstv should have a configuration where you can weed out channels after you must have chosen a bouquet and paid for it. making the decoder yet another piece of furniture. the sitting room is taking shape soon it will have real chairs and sitting room.
last week my landlord installed a pay as you use electrical meter for me. instinctively i started turning off all my lights. i am learning how to conserve power. the rules my dad tried to inculcate in me and my siblings many years ago came very naturally. i guess when you are doing the paying you become more conscious of waste. turning off the lights after leaving a room became the most logical thing to do. i even leave the lights in the sitting room off given that the dining area gives enough illumination and the tv too. in 5 days i have used up only 5 units and i got 133 units worth do the math! i expect a slight increase though when i get the air conditioner installed.
the valentine week had an intriguing but sad story on the news. some guy who had participated in a talent hunt show was in hospital in critical condition from attempted suicide. the story goes that ‘some people’ (parents i presume) didn’t want him to marry his five month pregnant girlfriend. i didn’t know people still thought of dying for love. i thought that concept might have ended with Christ. i wouldn’t want to go into the rationality of his actions but i think suicide was a bit extreme. i mean the girlfriend is pregnant what about the kid?
on saturday i finally got to use an atm. i didn’t quite need the technology prior to now. my ‘money management’ skills are highly advances so i never really needed to own one. i think now that i’m still settling in with the flux in the ‘management’ system i guess the atm is handy as yet. once i’m done with the capital expenditures i will revert to the working system. the atm charges are crazy!
last week my landlord installed a pay as you use electrical meter for me. instinctively i started turning off all my lights. i am learning how to conserve power. the rules my dad tried to inculcate in me and my siblings many years ago came very naturally. i guess when you are doing the paying you become more conscious of waste. turning off the lights after leaving a room became the most logical thing to do. i even leave the lights in the sitting room off given that the dining area gives enough illumination and the tv too. in 5 days i have used up only 5 units and i got 133 units worth do the math! i expect a slight increase though when i get the air conditioner installed.
the valentine week had an intriguing but sad story on the news. some guy who had participated in a talent hunt show was in hospital in critical condition from attempted suicide. the story goes that ‘some people’ (parents i presume) didn’t want him to marry his five month pregnant girlfriend. i didn’t know people still thought of dying for love. i thought that concept might have ended with Christ. i wouldn’t want to go into the rationality of his actions but i think suicide was a bit extreme. i mean the girlfriend is pregnant what about the kid?
on saturday i finally got to use an atm. i didn’t quite need the technology prior to now. my ‘money management’ skills are highly advances so i never really needed to own one. i think now that i’m still settling in with the flux in the ‘management’ system i guess the atm is handy as yet. once i’m done with the capital expenditures i will revert to the working system. the atm charges are crazy!
Monday, February 11, 2008
If you are single wear Red, be at the Aphrodisiac on Thursday
this is a valentine's special.
the caption is from something i overhead on the radio. singles were asked to wear red and show up at the aphrodisiac on thursday evening. non-singles were to wear blue. i guess aphrodisiac was a night club and it was happening there. no i wont be there, i have no clue where aphrodisiac is and i usually prefer resting in front of the TV (yes I did get one - one more piece of furniture). besides why couldn't valentine's day land on a friday?
i have given up finding problems or issues with this country. i guess when you come from a place where nothing really works (yeah throw the missiles) and you are faced with a different place where things seem to work, the difference is clearer than seven up! i hear that in the north there is violence. i have overheard news of clashes over chieftaincy titles,corruption amongst politicians, a drugs problem amongst others. but regardless the country has that westernized feel about it. things work despite everything.
this morning i had a lesson 101 on driving. i learnt to wear my c.o.a.t while driving. concentration, observation, anticipation and tolerance. there was an interview on tv with a road safety guru. he was publishing a book on defensive driving. he spent a couple of minutes describing the c.o.a.t process and i came to understand why ghanaians are such good drivers.
there is something about this country that gets into your system. the calmness and the politeness of the people is infectious.
the nation's cup is finally over. i want to now see what the real ghanaians are like without the nations' cup fever. i have a feeling that there wont be much difference. i have watched over six music videos and heard more songs about ghana and the nations' cup over the radio. the people just love being ghanaian i daresay more than i love being nigerian.
i wish you all a happy valentine.
the caption is from something i overhead on the radio. singles were asked to wear red and show up at the aphrodisiac on thursday evening. non-singles were to wear blue. i guess aphrodisiac was a night club and it was happening there. no i wont be there, i have no clue where aphrodisiac is and i usually prefer resting in front of the TV (yes I did get one - one more piece of furniture). besides why couldn't valentine's day land on a friday?
i have given up finding problems or issues with this country. i guess when you come from a place where nothing really works (yeah throw the missiles) and you are faced with a different place where things seem to work, the difference is clearer than seven up! i hear that in the north there is violence. i have overheard news of clashes over chieftaincy titles,corruption amongst politicians, a drugs problem amongst others. but regardless the country has that westernized feel about it. things work despite everything.
this morning i had a lesson 101 on driving. i learnt to wear my c.o.a.t while driving. concentration, observation, anticipation and tolerance. there was an interview on tv with a road safety guru. he was publishing a book on defensive driving. he spent a couple of minutes describing the c.o.a.t process and i came to understand why ghanaians are such good drivers.
there is something about this country that gets into your system. the calmness and the politeness of the people is infectious.
the nation's cup is finally over. i want to now see what the real ghanaians are like without the nations' cup fever. i have a feeling that there wont be much difference. i have watched over six music videos and heard more songs about ghana and the nations' cup over the radio. the people just love being ghanaian i daresay more than i love being nigerian.
i wish you all a happy valentine.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
How to get the most out of your microwave...
ingredients
lg (life's good) microwave of high quality with a control for defrosting
the manual for the microwave
a frozen chunk of beef stew
some precooked rice
steps
1.turn on the microwave
2.put the frozen chunk in a plate (preferably the plate the rice will be in)
3.open the manual to the page on defrost ( i cant give the page number here as your microwave may be different)
4.follow the instructions on the manual to begin the defrost process
5.ignore the hissing sound inside the microwave, its just the juices in the stew coming up for air
the microwave depending on the price will beep to tell you its done.
6.if the microwave is high priced it will intermittently beep , if not you will have to manually peep through the window of the machine to confirm
7. take out the plate add the rice and put back in the microwave and set for 1 min
at the end take out the plate, get a fork , your meal is ready
the process takes far less time than trying to defrost by cooking over the fire. you lose valuable liquid if you try using the fire. to counter this, you could add water. though the problem here is that water will dilute the taste slightly. the system above works for frozen soup too. however, you will have to boil water separately to prepare the eba. i wont encourage trying to use the microwave to shorten the time to make the eba. i cant guarantee favorable results
so the eagles did their thing. at the last minute they turned their fortunes. it will be real nice for ghana to trash them on sunday. they should have gone home earlier. anyway, i still support the black stars. i still have my ghanaian flag at full mast.
lg (life's good) microwave of high quality with a control for defrosting
the manual for the microwave
a frozen chunk of beef stew
some precooked rice
steps
1.turn on the microwave
2.put the frozen chunk in a plate (preferably the plate the rice will be in)
3.open the manual to the page on defrost ( i cant give the page number here as your microwave may be different)
4.follow the instructions on the manual to begin the defrost process
5.ignore the hissing sound inside the microwave, its just the juices in the stew coming up for air
the microwave depending on the price will beep to tell you its done.
6.if the microwave is high priced it will intermittently beep , if not you will have to manually peep through the window of the machine to confirm
7. take out the plate add the rice and put back in the microwave and set for 1 min
at the end take out the plate, get a fork , your meal is ready
the process takes far less time than trying to defrost by cooking over the fire. you lose valuable liquid if you try using the fire. to counter this, you could add water. though the problem here is that water will dilute the taste slightly. the system above works for frozen soup too. however, you will have to boil water separately to prepare the eba. i wont encourage trying to use the microwave to shorten the time to make the eba. i cant guarantee favorable results
so the eagles did their thing. at the last minute they turned their fortunes. it will be real nice for ghana to trash them on sunday. they should have gone home earlier. anyway, i still support the black stars. i still have my ghanaian flag at full mast.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Six Pairs Of Shoes, Two Pairs Of Slippers, Four Bags……
work! yes that’s what’s been keeping me away from blogging frequently. sadly, i cant write about it here because this place wasn’t for work. i went for my curtains last week. the syrians hadn’t started on it. the fela said they were waiting on my feed back. i was shocked cause i had told them to use their discretion, i had white walls (how can that be difficult?). well the guy now tells me he’ll call on monday with estimates which he did. after the discussion it dawned on me that we just couldn’t do business. i am going to look for a more affordable curtain option. its for the inner rooms for pete’s sake. ( i often wonder if it was peter the apostle that this reference was made to).
my gas cooker has been set up. i am now primed to do some cooking. i have the pots, pans, the whole works. i can now boil water to take a hot bath. the house didn’t come with bath room heaters. i have been on cold showers since living here.
i finally got a flag. a ghanaian one. its interesting to see the curious stares from people i pass on the street. with this very nigerian number plates (lagos: centre of excellence...let's not go there) complete with the flag and then they see green white red and a black star i wonder what goes on in their minds. is he a ghanian working for a nigerian company or just an enthusiastic supporter of the black stars? talking of support for the black stars, i think i’ll make them my team. i can be saved from the bad-for-the-blood-pressure home team. they seem to be slowly but surely working their way towards an early flight home.
i went for a drive round today. drove through the harbour area, discovered (well america was always there inhabited by the red indians but columbus discovered it) some great scenery. when i get a camera i’ll be back there taking pictures. also found a way to the beach from home so at least i know how to get around my area.
about the title of this post. there’s nothing to it. those whom it affects understand.
my gas cooker has been set up. i am now primed to do some cooking. i have the pots, pans, the whole works. i can now boil water to take a hot bath. the house didn’t come with bath room heaters. i have been on cold showers since living here.
i finally got a flag. a ghanaian one. its interesting to see the curious stares from people i pass on the street. with this very nigerian number plates (lagos: centre of excellence...let's not go there) complete with the flag and then they see green white red and a black star i wonder what goes on in their minds. is he a ghanian working for a nigerian company or just an enthusiastic supporter of the black stars? talking of support for the black stars, i think i’ll make them my team. i can be saved from the bad-for-the-blood-pressure home team. they seem to be slowly but surely working their way towards an early flight home.
i went for a drive round today. drove through the harbour area, discovered (well america was always there inhabited by the red indians but columbus discovered it) some great scenery. when i get a camera i’ll be back there taking pictures. also found a way to the beach from home so at least i know how to get around my area.
about the title of this post. there’s nothing to it. those whom it affects understand.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Of water, the President and flags...
i haven't had time to visit here and write for some time now. work came in through the window and as usual i got immersed in it. i decided i needed to come up for a breather. i was at the beach last weekend. had a great time there. i sat watched the sea and the scenery in the company of a number of colleagues. apparently the fact that we were nigerians stood out as a sore thumb. i will not go into any details i'll just say that nigerian women dress conservatively period!
i got a shocker yesterday. got up early as usual (still feels like i slept too long when i wake up with the day so bright). took a bucket to clean the car (something i've had to do lately, until I get a handy man ). turned on the tap and nothing! i had noticed that my neighbors all had some extra tanks. i once saw a water truck filling a neighbors tank it didn't quite fit until now. luckily i had a contingency plan. i drove to a colleagues place washed the car , took my bath and came back home. on my way to work, i met the lawn guy ( finally he had finished the work, the barbecue parties can begin) and asked about it. he said ah, that it was the only problem they had around the estate, that water didn't run sometime for as long as two weeks. hmm...
well i guess i'll have to get the jerry cans as a temporary measure and get the contingency tank as a more permanent fixture. water not running for two weeks? funny over here there's always a known time line for inconvenience. if power is out, you know when it should come back. if water goes you know when it should come back. the water thing is minor though...been years since i had government water running through any pipes with reasonable consistency so its no problem at all. i'll just get a tank and that's it.
heard an interesting story on the radio yesterday. apparently the president's convoy had been involved in a car crash. a car actually ran into the presidents car (imagine that!). a traffic cop was giving testimony for the state in the matter. he stated that the driver of the other car had been given signs to stop and ignored it hence the crash. the driver's lawyer was refuting this, claiming that his client didn't get any stop sign , that the lights had changed that was why his client moved. also he argued that at the time the president's car was hit that the escort on bike where no where near there which meant there was no way of his client knowing the convoy was official. everyday i get a new level of respect for this country. i can't imagine the case finding its way to court at all in home country. police would probably just bundle the fella to the station and 'deal' with him.anyway there's no way of such an accident happening in home country. an hour before the president's convoy passes the road is blocked. then he flies over it in a 'copter.
i had my first haircut yesterday. here i get the impression that people are trained in whatever they do. the 'barberer' ( the saloons here usually have 'barbering' saloon instead of barbing - sounds scary huh?) wraps this white tape-like stuff round my neck before putting the usual cloth to stop the hair debris. it was in the careful way he did it, you got the impression of 'professionalism'. boy! did he take his time to do the haircut. i kinda miss the nigerian-three-flicks and your hair is done. i guess here you have to plan for a haircut, no dashing in and dashing out.
lest i forget last weekend i got my house cleaning done. with the help of a group of 'professional' the house was cleaned and now spic and span. i set up my first piece of furniture a dining set cum work table . then the second piece - the sound box - no further details. i plan to set up the gas cooker this weekend not that i plan to do any cooking. my microwave does just fine.
this morning i passed a nigerian . well i figured he was nigerian because he had two nigerian flags stuck on either side of his window frame. i guess its because of the nations cup. there's a fever here. i saw a guy who had painted his whole wind shield (screen) with the Ghana 2008 and its colors. i wonder how the guy saw the road and if the police allow that. i'm thinking of getting two flags too. one ghanaian , one nigerian.
i got a shocker yesterday. got up early as usual (still feels like i slept too long when i wake up with the day so bright). took a bucket to clean the car (something i've had to do lately, until I get a handy man ). turned on the tap and nothing! i had noticed that my neighbors all had some extra tanks. i once saw a water truck filling a neighbors tank it didn't quite fit until now. luckily i had a contingency plan. i drove to a colleagues place washed the car , took my bath and came back home. on my way to work, i met the lawn guy ( finally he had finished the work, the barbecue parties can begin) and asked about it. he said ah, that it was the only problem they had around the estate, that water didn't run sometime for as long as two weeks. hmm...
well i guess i'll have to get the jerry cans as a temporary measure and get the contingency tank as a more permanent fixture. water not running for two weeks? funny over here there's always a known time line for inconvenience. if power is out, you know when it should come back. if water goes you know when it should come back. the water thing is minor though...been years since i had government water running through any pipes with reasonable consistency so its no problem at all. i'll just get a tank and that's it.
heard an interesting story on the radio yesterday. apparently the president's convoy had been involved in a car crash. a car actually ran into the presidents car (imagine that!). a traffic cop was giving testimony for the state in the matter. he stated that the driver of the other car had been given signs to stop and ignored it hence the crash. the driver's lawyer was refuting this, claiming that his client didn't get any stop sign , that the lights had changed that was why his client moved. also he argued that at the time the president's car was hit that the escort on bike where no where near there which meant there was no way of his client knowing the convoy was official. everyday i get a new level of respect for this country. i can't imagine the case finding its way to court at all in home country. police would probably just bundle the fella to the station and 'deal' with him.anyway there's no way of such an accident happening in home country. an hour before the president's convoy passes the road is blocked. then he flies over it in a 'copter.
i had my first haircut yesterday. here i get the impression that people are trained in whatever they do. the 'barberer' ( the saloons here usually have 'barbering' saloon instead of barbing - sounds scary huh?) wraps this white tape-like stuff round my neck before putting the usual cloth to stop the hair debris. it was in the careful way he did it, you got the impression of 'professionalism'. boy! did he take his time to do the haircut. i kinda miss the nigerian-three-flicks and your hair is done. i guess here you have to plan for a haircut, no dashing in and dashing out.
lest i forget last weekend i got my house cleaning done. with the help of a group of 'professional' the house was cleaned and now spic and span. i set up my first piece of furniture a dining set cum work table . then the second piece - the sound box - no further details. i plan to set up the gas cooker this weekend not that i plan to do any cooking. my microwave does just fine.
this morning i passed a nigerian . well i figured he was nigerian because he had two nigerian flags stuck on either side of his window frame. i guess its because of the nations cup. there's a fever here. i saw a guy who had painted his whole wind shield (screen) with the Ghana 2008 and its colors. i wonder how the guy saw the road and if the police allow that. i'm thinking of getting two flags too. one ghanaian , one nigerian.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Honeymoon over....
i got bad reviews on my last blog. i was told the home country had automated parking lots in the newly built-sparingly-used local terminal. so i stand corrected. when next i visit i shall look out for it. the honeymoon is over. work has started. its so different going to work and coming home to an empty house. opening the fridge, pulling out yesterdays left over and pushing it into the microwave. its so adult. i plan to get a cook/steward but i'll enjoy this first month of freedom. its not everyday you get to live alone.
i finally got hooked with a guy to do my lawn. saw the guy cutting a neighbor's flower so i asked him if he could do mine. he said his boss is around till sunday but he'll squeeze in time to do it. i came back home to find one part of my lawn done. how he got in? my gate is low and i dont have a padlock on it yet. i dont have any security items that need securing (except for a recent piece of furniture , more about that later). the guy came back in the evening and gave me the scare of my life. i was just closing the microwave when i heard a knock on my kitchen door! for a moment i couldn't figure out how that was possible.
rather than open the door i went through the front door and came round back and saw the grass man at the door. he greeted me and started talking about the work. i waited for him to finish and the naija man in me asked him out of curiousity how he got in. he apologised and said he rang the bell but it didn't seem to work so he let himself in. well i figured he had let himself in to cut my grass what harm could he do. besides the neighbour who's flowers he was trimming wasn't his oga so i guess he is well known in the area. he said he'll come finish the work sometime soon, aparently his lawn mower had run out of oil and fuel. i had to give him part payment so he could refuel and come back some other day to complete the work. getting ready for the barbecue parties.
yeah about the piece of furniture. i got something to make the house a little less quiet. i haven't mounted it yet, i need to do some house cleaning, to rid the sitting room of the debris from the curtain hanging experience. i would say i'm settling in nicely. i'll go look up sitting furniture on saturday. now i'm in a bit of dilema. should i get the dstv before the chairs? getting both would maim me where it hurts most. then there's the reading table i have to get. i think i'll just do things gradually, my list is unyeilding, still as long as the first day.
today i saw a shouting match. i was going through a back way i had found to get home by avoiding the tema motorway when i saw this group of 'area' boys arguing heatedly. it looked like a fight was going to errupt. if i wasn't driving i would have waited to watch for the outcome. i haven't seen much public show of anger since i came. even the taxi drivers are so well behaved its so unreal. today i actually listen for car horns and i could count the number of times one went off. unlike lagosians, it seems ghanaians dont drive generally with their horns. they seem to use a series of light signals to say 'i am speeding make way on the speedlane' or 'go on i'll wait' when a motorist from the opposite side of the road wants to turn into a filling station. these are things we often use horns to express in lagos.
oil at $100 a barrel is theivry. those guys at the naija delta , iraq etc need to stop their disturbances. my car does very good fuel conservation but i do more driving here on the average than i did in lagos. i finally found proof that my tank is 40litres. my fuel indicator got to the red light some days back. i drove into a fillig station and i paid about 40Ghana Cedis for fuel. fuel goes for about 1.0 - something Ghana Cedis per litre. for the first time i understand that fuel is really costly. most cars here are diesel engines and diesel is far cheaper. now i know we really enjoy in naija with fuel at less than a dollar per litre.
i finally got hooked with a guy to do my lawn. saw the guy cutting a neighbor's flower so i asked him if he could do mine. he said his boss is around till sunday but he'll squeeze in time to do it. i came back home to find one part of my lawn done. how he got in? my gate is low and i dont have a padlock on it yet. i dont have any security items that need securing (except for a recent piece of furniture , more about that later). the guy came back in the evening and gave me the scare of my life. i was just closing the microwave when i heard a knock on my kitchen door! for a moment i couldn't figure out how that was possible.
rather than open the door i went through the front door and came round back and saw the grass man at the door. he greeted me and started talking about the work. i waited for him to finish and the naija man in me asked him out of curiousity how he got in. he apologised and said he rang the bell but it didn't seem to work so he let himself in. well i figured he had let himself in to cut my grass what harm could he do. besides the neighbour who's flowers he was trimming wasn't his oga so i guess he is well known in the area. he said he'll come finish the work sometime soon, aparently his lawn mower had run out of oil and fuel. i had to give him part payment so he could refuel and come back some other day to complete the work. getting ready for the barbecue parties.
yeah about the piece of furniture. i got something to make the house a little less quiet. i haven't mounted it yet, i need to do some house cleaning, to rid the sitting room of the debris from the curtain hanging experience. i would say i'm settling in nicely. i'll go look up sitting furniture on saturday. now i'm in a bit of dilema. should i get the dstv before the chairs? getting both would maim me where it hurts most. then there's the reading table i have to get. i think i'll just do things gradually, my list is unyeilding, still as long as the first day.
today i saw a shouting match. i was going through a back way i had found to get home by avoiding the tema motorway when i saw this group of 'area' boys arguing heatedly. it looked like a fight was going to errupt. if i wasn't driving i would have waited to watch for the outcome. i haven't seen much public show of anger since i came. even the taxi drivers are so well behaved its so unreal. today i actually listen for car horns and i could count the number of times one went off. unlike lagosians, it seems ghanaians dont drive generally with their horns. they seem to use a series of light signals to say 'i am speeding make way on the speedlane' or 'go on i'll wait' when a motorist from the opposite side of the road wants to turn into a filling station. these are things we often use horns to express in lagos.
oil at $100 a barrel is theivry. those guys at the naija delta , iraq etc need to stop their disturbances. my car does very good fuel conservation but i do more driving here on the average than i did in lagos. i finally found proof that my tank is 40litres. my fuel indicator got to the red light some days back. i drove into a fillig station and i paid about 40Ghana Cedis for fuel. fuel goes for about 1.0 - something Ghana Cedis per litre. for the first time i understand that fuel is really costly. most cars here are diesel engines and diesel is far cheaper. now i know we really enjoy in naija with fuel at less than a dollar per litre.
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