Monday, December 7, 2009
Wild Country
You aviate for 35 minutes, or dirt-drive for 4 hours. You arrive in another country - wild, untamed, raw, confusing. Cool customer service in Accra is on vacation, but this Gehenna of Graces does not even have it. You see some bum breakfast when the sun goes down, your a/c is fixed after the heat season, the internet crawls like it’s been caught in a net, and ‘civil’ civil servants treat you like some fetid felon. It’s really wild, even in Kumasi. So scary to leave Accra.
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My peoples. He he.
ReplyDeleteTrue, Kumasi is a different world from Accra.
wow! It's like that?
ReplyDeleteMike
lol...i beg to differ! you gotta get into the whole traditional vibe to survive!
ReplyDeleteO dear, my people. No polish whatsoever. But then it my true home. Love them to bits. Frankness is what!
ReplyDeleteHmmmm...Well, I guess you are speaking from past experiences. My entire customer service interactions in Kumasi revolve around bus terminals, filling stations, Kejetia and the occasional eatery so interactions have strictly been on the odo/ohemaa level! My wise office-mate agrees with the civil service observation but he thinks it has something to do with the civil service outside of Accra. He has had bad experiences in Takoradi. Having said that, I have had v. bad experiences with the civil service in Accra but met the most wonderful public servants in Nsawam just yesterday!
ReplyDeleteNana, methinks the parts of Accra you traverse are most benign.
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