Round Abouts

As we sat in the heat. It was obvious that we were stuck. No amount of pushing whether mentally or physically could move us from this fixed locum. There was the usual murmurs of how get out and some very loud ones as to how we could have avoided it altogether.

‘Hmm not again’, someone said. Like an ice breaker in a very hot harmattan day, this drew water as people immediately offered their various reasons and counsel as to our current predicament;

Let’s blame it on the power controller.

No let’s blame it on the controller of our movement. I am pretty sure he could have avoided all this but just decide to plunge us in.

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I had a feeling that I will think over the word Plunge. It sounded a bit strong and powerful for such a piece of an entire social system. No matter how detailed a system, there will always be an outsider who requires more details.

So she asked, ‘excuse me where is this?

As a podium of silence I choose to break my silence and replied;

This is the parallel universe of traffic we all like to call Circle. So get a fan and get used to the heat, the grime, the spittle and the sweat.

After all this is Ghana.

Welcome to our favourite roundabout; Circle.