Ok so today My aunt decided to take me and my cousins (her children) to the town they used to live in before they moved to Britain, but first we were going to spend a night in Accra. Since we couldn’t all fit in one car, my aunt and I took a tro-tro (a small 12 passenger van with no seatbelts). My aunt and I sat in the front seat. I sat right next to the drive becuase 3 people can sit up front. Well as soon as we got on, the driver sped away, and i mean sped away. I thought since it would be about an hour ride, that sleeping would be a good idea. However, i couldn’t sleep becuase I was afraid I would wake up in a ditch on the side of the road. Why you ask? Well becuase the speed limit was 50 kmh but our driver was doing 100, yes, as in double the speed limit. So when you’re in a car doing double the posted limit and you are sitting in the front of an airbag-less van without a seat beat on, it’s pretty hard to close your eyes and have sweet dreams. Oh, but the icing on the cake was the sign that said:
Slow Down, 70 people have died here
I look at the sign, look at the driver and then look at the speedometer which still says 100. But, wait what does that red light say?
WHAT?! Check brakes? Are you kidding me? Please Lord do not let me die in a vicous car acccident that could have easily been prevented. To make make matters worse, if our driver decided that the person in front of him was going too slow, he would pass them, even if it meant going into the lane of cars going in the opposite direction, while cars came hurdling at us. I don’t think I’ve prayed that hard in a long time. I made sure I asked for forgiveness for all of my sins becuase who knew if I would survive the ride. Wow what a way to go huh? Of course we weren’t going so fast that I didn’t see the boy on the side of the road selling dead rats or “bushmeat” as it is referred to here.Anyways, as I’m sure you can tell, I did survive haha. When we got closer to Accra there was a ton of traffic and a guy on a motorcycle decided that he was too good to sit in traffic so chose to ride along on the sidewalk, yes a very interesting sight. But at that point I was glad that we weren’t barrelling down the road to
our deaths Accra.
Of course all of this must be commonplace in Ghana becuase when I turned around to look at the other people in the van they were fast asleep; oblivious to the fact that overspeeding kills and that’s exactly what we were doing. Overspeeding, of course, not killing.