Im in a car on my way to town- the usual trotro hussle. We get to Kwashieman where a passenger alights. On getting back on the road the trotro am seated in nearly gets rammed into by a 48-seater coach speeding furociously at the sound of the wind. My heart skips faster in beats than that of the Nasuba Express. The fiery groar of the rushing predator numbed my intuitions for a couple of seconds. What Next? I pondered as the vehicle navigated precariously to a grounding halt. Phew!
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 13:24:38 +0000