Friday, January 16, 2009
Police Parasites in the City of Accra
I resent myself that I suffer myself to be bullied and bilked every night by the police at the checkpoints to give them money. It’s not that I flout the regulations or anything. They just get you to roll down; they see your young ... ish face, and then, they ‘pounce’ on you. They ask you how was work. They stretch out their arms unbidden, into your car and shake hands with you. Then, they ask you for a present for the closest doggone calendar event (past, present or future). Christmas, Easter, Eid, a Black-Stars win – or draw ;-) – etc. “Can I get my present for Prez Mills’s inauguration? Oh, won’t you make it double; Obama’s is just around the corner?!” I expect a fully-brawned-up cop to ask me for HIS Valentine’s Day present any day now! Eeek! Then, because they have condescended to shake hands with you, the familiarity obliges you to give them the money, even if the smallest note you have is by no means small.