—These guys mean business —
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“Give me food!” he said bring his thick fingers up to his open mouth. What!? He gestured again with his pinched fingers, putting them into his mouth now. “Food!” he yelled. Did he want me to …oh god no …this can’t be happening.
Did he want me to feed him something… personal? Or worse, was he going to feed me something!?
Like a terrified deer I looked into the headlights of the commander’s glare. Thoughts of me being force to indulge this man’s ambiguous sexual desires flashed by. Now frozen with fear I wanted just to look away, but too scared to move. I was having a staring contest with the Eye of Saruon.
(credit: Lord of the Rings)
“Bribe!!!” he finally bellowed. Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus! Without a second thought I reached into my pocket and pulled out the two first crumpled notes I touched, thrusting them out in my open palm.
My relief was short lived. To my despair there was a grand total of 3 Cedi (about 50 pence) floating in my hand. It was over… I had inadvertently poked this pissed off beast with a stick too many times. I started to grimace waiting for the beat down. This guy’s gonna make pizza my face for sure…
“Go! Get out of here now.” the commander snarled. I looked at my hand again. The 3 Cedi was gone. I wasn’t about to stick around and investigate. I darted back into the taxi, and we peeled away. As we continued to drive to toward our destination, I tried my best to understand what had just happened whilst telling the story to my friends. As we truck on towards the beautiful beach town of Buasa, shock slowly turns to laugher. As the thought of me pleasuring some middle-age Ghanaian colonel behind a tree, became more amusing than it was 10 minutes ago.
— possible sign for bribe???—