It was a long
journey from Togo. There were hours lost in travel, lack of air
consumed from over heated tro tros, and restless nights on too small
of sofas in curious rooms in Accra. A full day in Accra before
heading back to Kumasi from Togo...but the day came and I made my
travels back to Kumasi to reclaim it as my own for less than a day.
And all it would
take is less than a day for the attack.
I traveled from
Circle Station to Kumasi fairly early on a Wednesday morning to head
back. After about 2 hours waiting for my tro to fill up I ended back
in Kumasi 4 ½ hours later. A taxi ride and tro ride later I was back
home. It was a great relief. Just to be in the same spot again. To
sleep and lay down on the same bed and be around the normal
surroundings. I like to travel and go about, but after a while Antoa
has become a sort of home and I miss it after many days. Leaving
Chicago and Boston, or any of the other places I lived had a similar
effect too.
The stay was
eventful and calming. I rested for a bot before realizing we would
not have power that night, running out of gas for our kitchen and
stove, and helping Kaia get ready to leave before her trip to Accra
and then back to America. I made some more Ghanian food, and just
enjoyed the last bit of time I had with Kaia before she would
ultimately leave me for the land of the free.
We left Thursday
from Ejisu to Accra pretty late. Taking a tro tro that filled
quickly, but made a lot of stops. I was heading back to Accra again.
The last time for a while it would appear. But as we approached the
dirt road that would lead us to Circle Station again I realized that
the story of the Accra Wars had yet to be told. Yet to be fully
realized.
It is now I will
tell you of the battles fought in the Accra Wars. The cedis lost, the
drinks consumed in victory, the despair felt in the Ghana heat.
These are the Accra
Wars.
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