Toyota Avensis – you know the first generation patterned after a plastic Parker pen case. I saw a sparkling, sienna-lacquered Avensis rolling along the Independence Avenue this morning. I was craving-curious to see who its cultivated handler was. You don’t like to hear this said, but it was a swain in a suit, whose mug-shot exposed where he was reared - a place without grace or finish. I was beginning to feel guilty about my prejudice when, at the Akuafo Intersection, he plunged his index finger up his nose and foraged around his nares. So, I repeat with warrant – he looked and acted like a barbarian.
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ROFLMAO!!! Been ages since I saw someone pick their boogers. Poor guy, Where was his handkerchief? lol
ReplyDeleteoh my god!!! It happens in trotro daily lol
ReplyDeleteHahahhahahaa... Sadly, this is a common sight, so it's easier to shake hands without thinking about where they've been! I've seen many-a-men curiously dig around, inspect their finger and plunged it right back. So pardon Mr. X, he was prolly looking for something?
ReplyDeleteSee aaa tire... almost everyday.
ReplyDeleteThat was ALL I SAW when I was in Ghana and it was no light digging either.
ReplyDeleteMan, if it wasn't picking noses, then it was spitting or picking at a wedgie or the dreaded crotch grab. My memories from GH before people got a bit more refined. There wasn't a day i'd step into town and not see some guy scratching himself down under or just grabbing for the fun of it. My sensitive eyes have either tuned them out successfully, or the practice has run itself into extinction ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL! that's why I'm shaking fewer and fewer hands these days.... My imagination will not allow me to gloss over where someone's hands have already been.
ReplyDeleteStretch your imagination a bit you won't be touching any door knob or hand rail anywhere...ever!
@ Daixy:
ReplyDeleteHe probably left that at home. More likely, he was too comfortable to shift his bulk and fetch it out of his back pocket.
@ Nana yaw:
ReplyDeleteLol, I know.
@ yeh:
ReplyDeleteYes, the best way to deal with it is defo to pretend it does not exist.
@ Nana Fredua:
ReplyDeleteMight have a good part - reminding to wash our hands like half a zillion times daily.
@ Raine:
ReplyDeleteI think what's in there dries up in the Harmattan and makes it mighty uncomfortable. But if they had handkerchiefs, and could find some private space ...
@ kwame:
ReplyDeleteOuch!
@ Anon:
ReplyDeleteDoorknobs are unavoidable. As for railings I usually stretch out for them and then catch myself in the nick of time.
LOL! reminds me of a time I went to one of the 'posh' salons around. Lady who washes my hair, puts me under the drier and then settles down on my right to enjoy a few good minutes of nose picking. She'd feast her eyes on the contents of her adventure and then dig in again for a lucky dip..
ReplyDeleteI prayed hard she wouldn't attempt to touch my hair or style it.. Thank goodness she was busy combing some other person's hair by the time my hair was done..
Saved me from telling her to wash her hands before coming near my hair..