10 WON'T LAST FOREVER
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0.000 HBD10 WON'T LAST FOREVER
<html> <p>(https://steemitimages.com/DQmWqEqZUog6iszihBPBaDoXvsgB1K91icenaY9csu1mzgH/18058090_1863992710506150_7790355602773487176_n.jpg)</p> <h1>10 WON'T LAST FOREVER</h1> <p>“<em>Sir</em>, I only need 10 days of rest.” These were my words as I hurriedly filled out my leave form in anticipation of traveling to <em>Kumasi</em> to unwind. The motive of the trip was essentially to attend a funeral, and subsequently tour the entire city. </p> <p><br> The thought of going to Kumasi had been conceived some months back and hell no, there was no way I was going to miss that.With my Nissan March in sight, damn! I intended to drag the seven-year old all the way to <em>Otumfour’s</em> land, knowing she was up to the task. After all, roads are roads. How different are <em>Kumasi’s</em> from <em>Accra’s</em>? </p> <p>My innermost self was so jumpy, and won’t allow me to embark on a four-hour journey with a small but mighty vehicle (1.3L engine capacity). What if it broke down in the middle of nowhere? What if it suddenly decides to run at 40km/h instead of 120 on a highway? </p> <p>I obviously may get frustrated and stress will take the best part of my being.After the back and forth, "<em>VIP"</em> got its way. "<em>Circle"</em>, here I come. Friday 6 am sharp, first bus, fresh ticket, Kumasi bound. Perfect seat: window area. Going past <em>Nsawam</em>, the excitement of visiting <em>Kumasi</em> again couldn’t be contained as <em>Kumawood</em> got me on the bus without a blink.</p> <p>The bus made a stopover at "<em>Lindador"</em> for travelers to attend to nature’s call and also grab a thing or two to nibble on. As I wanted to use the washroom, I found out that I had to pay 50 pesewas just to pee. </p> <p>Hey, who does that! How on earth will I buy a sachet of water for <em>20p</em> and let it out for <em>50</em>? What happened to fairness? Waste is now taking precedence over substance. Wow! This is indeed the age of garbage. Placing so much value on trash. I couldn’t hold that waste product for the next 20 minutes as my bladder couldn’t be trusted. I eventually had to pay for my liberation, for freedom is sweet.</p> <p>“Yes, <em>Tech </em>junction”. Right then I knew I was in Kumasi. It looked and felt different here. The folks were simply welcoming. At this point, <em>Fufu</em> got locked up in my mind, and regardless which soup it came with, would certainly have been a "<em>bomb</em>". 12 noon in <em>Kumasi</em> and it already appeared as though it was 6 pm. The clouds had gathered and seemed the region was about to experience a thunderstorm. Surprisingly, after about an hour, the sky stayed crystal clear without a shade of a cloud. Did Okomfo Anokye redirect the storm? Or Lake <em>Bosomtowe</em> swallowed it all? The cloudless sky then set the tone for a night of partying and merry making. </p> <p>I was hysterically excited about “<em>chilling</em>” in <em>Ashtown, Ahodwo, Kwadaso</em> and <em>Santasi</em>.Days passed, and I didn’t seem to have had enough of <em>Kumasi</em>. Easter saw me “chilling” from dusk to dawn. Was I really observing the passion of Christ or taking over with Shatta Wale? For the longest time in my career life, I hadn’t enjoyed my leave in such a spectacular manner. My leave days appeared to be running out, and was almost time for me to touch base in <em>Accra</em>. I definitely couldn’t have come to <em>Accra</em> without paying my last respect to <em>Bar-Naas</em>: good food, fantastic music and lovely people. I do need a replay of this adventure.Life is now back to regular 9 to 5. Streets are basking hot and pockets are severely dry. https://steemitimages.com/DQmSmHomPhNmgDZmP3eLHRjcjjZFCTy7ZMfdq2uuHASW4zX/GhanaFlagImage.jpg </p> <p> disclaimer- images: Kumasi-Ghana, West Africa.</p> </html>