Night Trip To Busua
GHANA | Thursday, 8 May 2014 | Views [132] | Scholarship Entry
The documentary lecturer had just arrived. We exchanged friendly greetings as he passed by me into the lecture hall. It was expected of me as the class representative to be seated amongst everyone else, but before I turned to go live up to my title, I was stopped by Jordi. "Are you ready?" He asked eagerly. I was dumbfounded as I looked from his expectant eyes to the welcoming doors of the lecture hall. I really wanted to drop it all and go, and I, at the same time wanted to live up to my title. What is the worst that could happen? Besides, we did not have a class test to write today, not that I know of. If I went, this would be my first time in the Western region, and my chance to meet a lot of interesting people, and even the performing artists... My chance to get away from it all... I calmed down my wondering mind and settled on Jordi who was towering above me. I said yes, and quickly followed him upstairs of the hostel to go pack a bag.
I must admit spontaneity wasn't my strong suit. I knew I would be a bundle of nerves and my conscience will drown me. I couldn't afford this trip but Jordi, wanting someone to go with, convinced me to accompany him, all expense paid. A sucker for music like myself could not say no to a trip of three days of music outside Accra.
Within 20 minutes we were in a taxi heading towards the bus station. the traffic was heartbreaking, and the sun was setting fast. All my fathers warnings of not travelling at night resounded in my head. What if something bad happened? Something bad always happens when I disobey my father, it seemed. A series of what if's raced through my mind and in no time, Jordi and I were getting into a bus which would transport us to Takoradi in Western Region, where we would continue to the small town of Busua. This was my one chance to turn back, but I didn't, I buckled up, and by the time we set off, it was almost dark.
Slowly, the traffic died out, and we were speeding on the carefully constructed roads to Western Region. Jordi was busy playing a game on his tablet, and I just looked out at the full moon. It was beautiful. To my left, was a thick forest, to my right, same. It was midnight when we arrived, but majority of the people of Busua were still active, In anticipation of the festival I guessed. I heard the sound of the sea not far off, and a sudden peace settled within me. We made it to Busua and nothing bad happened. I sighed.
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