Accra, May 19,GNA- I was enjoying a troski(trotro) ride from Shiashie to Madina in Accra when the rain started.
It wasn’t too heavy then, when we got to Madina Firestone, the ‘mate” said last stop, everyone in then. car had to get down.
I tried negotiating, ” won’t you go forward a bit.”
“Madam, last stop” came as a sharp response.
I was carrying a small bag of salt, I bought from Ada together with my hand bag. I forced to push my shoes inside my handbag, even though it didn’t fully fit. I had my slippers on and I tried walking through the median of the road to see if I will get another trotro going to Dodowa.
I walked quite a distance, tiptoeing at some point to ensure that I do not fall into a puddle.
As I navigated through the puddle, I heard a man (perhaps a loading boy) saying, aha, the rain is beating them, it should rain aaaa, I resisted laughing loudly. Rain time is boom business for trotro drivers and their mates.
Then I heard the shout of Dodowa Dodowa. I quickly jumped on board, I had to go to the back seat, my knees knocking the back of the other seat.
As we rode, the rain intensified. Whew, I thought, silently thanking God that I got into a ride on time. The rain was leaking through the roof of the trotro at my end, I was getting wet.
I smiled to myself thinking, “beating by rain while in a car
I saw the flood building up on the street, another opportunity to thank God. Thank God, I wasn’t driving, how was I going to drive through the floods.
Someone got down at Adenta Barrier, I quickly pushed to the last end at the back seat near the window, to avoid the rain dripping through the roof but that wasn’t the end of our woes, as the trotro drove through the flood, some water also came into the vehicle through floor.
The driver’s mate was in his all powerful aura, you say “whe” and he will give you a rude feedback.
Eventually, I got to my stop and thankfully hopped off.”
Hannah Awadzi, is a Journalist with the Ghana News Agency, Accra.
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Edited by Samuel Osei Frempong