Take GHANAIAN JOLLOF and the next delicacy Ghanaians can literally not do without is Trotro, our beloved means of public transport.
People from all walks of life and socio-economic background queue each morning and evening to board this very vehicle to their respective destinations.
To think that the queue, which in most cases can be way longer than the number of people who queued to exercise their franchise in the just ended general elections, and all the discomfort that comes with being involved with diverse people is no hurdle establishes the relevance of this very vehicle.
Truth be told, aside the fact that people use this means to get to their ends because it is relatively cheaper, others also use it because of the sheer pleasure of being in the midst of people who practically talk about anything and everything.
And oh, it’s way faster than any other means, whilst one taxi driver or an owner of one Porsche car may be sluggishly waiting in traffic , trust the trotro driver to overtake and use one bush road to get passengers to their destination quickly just to convey another set elsewhere.
These trotro drivers behave like they have nothing to lose, they don’t mind ruining any part of their vehicles. We cannot talk about trotro without mentioning their mates, the bus conductors I mean.
They are two side of the same coin, neither can thrive without the other. These mates are a real pain in the ass, they are insolent, rowdy and any other negative word one can think of.
We have no other option than to deal with them, what we cannot deal with is the fact that they have single-handedly renamed almost all the areas in the country. You are likely to move beyond your destination just because where you were supposed to alight was mentioned in a rather absurd way.
Check out these areas in the suburb and how our mates have renamed them.