My Daily Trotro Ritual

Yet another morning again; after tugging down this hilly street

on that dusty road which makes you brush your shoes first opportunity you get,

I finally reach the Trotro station to the shouts of "Lapaz, Lapaz, Lapaz, last two"

from the mate with the blackened skin like he just woke up from the oven of the 

Fante baker up the street whose name it appears I am cursed never to remember

But I digress, back to the driver's mate and his shouts which he doesn't look happy doing though

Soon it is full, but we can't find the driver; hisses and sighs reign in the bus

the mate can't tell as the passengers continue to yell; hmm, today the driver will see hell

Aaah, there he is! We see him walking hurriedly to the bus as he tries to zip up his trouser in an attempt to tuck away his exposed manhood; smiles and shy looks abound at this sight.

The female passengers try to hide their excitement at this but the glint in their eyes give them away

Needlessly, driver says "Me pa wo kyɛw...in an attempt at an apology.

Soon we are on our way & the mate does the traditional "yes" indicating that all should bring forth the fare. He hurriedly announces that he doesn't have change since this is their first trip of the day;

Anyone who brings out bigger denominations is met with a stare but well, we just don't care!

This morning, my fellow passengers are a mix of sex, and occupation; 

I have had days I was the only male

The passenger to my right is a young lady; she keeps stealing glances at me; 

It must surely be the new perfume I am wearing today doing the trick

But hey, no Trotro romance here; my mouth P.O.P will not let me dare

The balding middle-aged man seems upset with someone on the phone

He keeps yelling on top of his voice forgetting he was in public

I pity whosoever is on the other end of that line; he might just get a beating today

As if the baby crying right behind on the next seat and who won't be pacified by the luscious breasts of his mother isn't making enough noise, the driver has just turned on the radio and the volume is enough to add to the din in here;

With their exaggerated storytelling which they pass for news, the newscaster of the Twi radio station bleats out loudly more bad news about the government. Hmmm, poor JM

Won't those sitting by the young Lil' Wayne wannabe tell him that we have enough on our minds to have him do his own version of Lollipop? And he is listening to it over a fake Chinese Beatz by Daddy Lumba headset;

At least, shut up and listen to it alone!!

Wow!! the lady in front of me is showing her waist beads as she gets down at her stop; her T-shirt is too short to cover it! I guess it is time for the men to also have curved smiles on their faces today

 

Someone keeps coughing badly from the back; I say a silent prayer not to catch any germs

Oh dear, the elderly woman who sat behind the mate will certainly need stitches on skirt

Another sad victim of a sharp metallic end of a seat ripping through the hem 

And why does the dude to my left keep looking over the shoulders of the young man in the seat in front?

Seems he wants to read whatever the man is typing on Whatsapp

Dear diary, I am at Lapaz now, I have to get down and cross this street

Ooops! I almost forgot my change!! hmmm, it is a typical day in my daily ritual of Trotro

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