Near sinking Swanzy Arcade at 5 pm, when British Accra dwellers were streaming back towards the crowded coastline, we saw an office girl standing in the trotro line. Common-clothed in drab brown, we would have driven by with blinkers on had I not caught her entire forefinger 'pitchforked' deep up her nose...maybe she fishing for bogey in her brain.
hahhaha.. the fine art of nose-picking never gets old!
ReplyDeleteVery disconcerting in a handshaking culture.
DeleteOmg! Hahahahah
ReplyDeleteI tell you, people pick their nose with so much confidence these days lol
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