Sydney Casely-Hayford, sydney@bizghana.com
I am sitting on a bench, my back against a wall at the Weija DVLA office, waiting to be called. My castigation for not coming forth with the required “aseda” if I am to get my lost licence replaced today. Forty-seven minutes into purgatory, I am watching Dufie (not her name at all, I have nicknamed her such, a reminder of another Dufie I know elsewhere) trying to sell Malta Guinness to all and sundry. She is a very attractive girl, beautiful large eyes set in an oval face, held up by a not too long neck with a slight wrinkle and a body that can match Alicia Keys. She is wearing black spandex just to below knee level and a tight fitting top with “I Love NY” emblazoned just below her thirty-six “D” cup. She has a nice strut, an exaggerated double bump when she heels up. She knows I have been watching her this past half-hour and I am deliberately staying with the view. It is a nice diversion from the seething anger I am holding down from this cesspit of bribe-taking staff fleecing desperate customers of their “deperado” money, a need that has to be plugged even though a right to be demanded.
I am where I am because I insisted on my right to pay the listed fee at the cashier’s desk and not part with cash to an officer in a small office, where all they were doing when I arrived at 11am was eating “pregnant women only” community waakye. I have been approached by at least three people, asking if they can help me in any way. I refuse persistently, so Dufie is now joined as my unvoiced companion in a fight against the establishment she has not thought of bucking. Read the rest of this entry »
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