Sweating the Big Things in Life

Mid-market Kasoa, I was sitting in a chop bar with a few local friends. Well, I met them there when I stopped on my way to Winneba, hungry and thirsty, hoping for some decent fufu and goat light soup, garnished with okro, twisted intestines and wholesome kpakpo shito. I also had very little cash on me and that was a major motivator for the diversion, rather than the palatial hotel a few kilometers earlier, where the price of a plate of Chinese rice and sliced beef cost more than five servings of the local Read Full Story