Tema Station Diaries

Enosh Ghansah
Aug 24, 2017 · 3 min read

So I took a trotro to Tema Station and I must confess it’s been one of the best experiences ever! I mean don’t get me wrong the bus is old, cranky and the mate reeks of something I can’t really explain, but like most things i’m learning these days, you choose to decide what gets to you. The bus pulled in and I hopped onto the first seat beside the driver, other passengers got on board chatting and laughing. The bus started off for our destination, the mate never closed the door and was mostly half hanging out the bus like a monkey on a tree screaming Temantation! Temantation! it was hilarious.

We finally pulled up into Tema Station, the atmosphere felt a bit eerie as it seemed like the station had no lights, i stepped out of the bus and onto the street surveying my surrounding with the little light I had which was coming from really dim headlights, I could see the Kayaye in groups some standing others sitted on their pans engaged in convo. I felt a bit of fear with every step I took towards my next bus mostly because of the darkness creeping in, suddenly it dawned on me that this could be really great material for a horror sequel….A Night at Tema Station…..I smiled as I held the idea in my head coming up with characters and scenarios. The fear was gone, the mind is a strange place, one moment you’re gripped with fear, the next moment you’re smiling like a fool. ‘Korlebu Dansoman’ is what jolted me out of day dreaming, the mate was almost reaching out to make it clear and enquire if I was going to Korlebu Dansoman. I found myself shaking my head as if I was at a rock party, the passengers in the Korlebu bus all the while starring, I was probably the main performance and they the audience, I almost laughed lol.

Before stepping into the bus I could hear a baby crying, and Ithought to myself where are they coming from this late. I followed the woman that was before me into the bus, bending so my head wouldn’t hit the ceiling a classic fail if you’ve been there before, I pulled up a seat and sat down I heard the mate tell the driver that the bus was full, hah! I let out a sigh of relief, we were heading home and home is where the heart was, I smiled and closed my eyes setting sail.

I opened my eyes still smiling expecting to see buildings swirling by as the bus moved, I looked out side and to my uttermost shock we were still at Tema Station I could hear infuriated passengers murmuring and others insulting the driver and his entire lineage. The mate and his friends were of course behind the bus pushing to start the vehicle, Pause…. so if you’re probably wondering why their doing that hear me out. Ok so most trotro’s take the push to start to a whole new level, like its not a button as the vehicle is literally pushed to start and they do like three takes so its more like push and try and push and try till it starts and mind you they could push you to your destination. At two takes I was about to burst out laughing if not for the baby that was still crying, damn kids are the worst I uttered to myself. The bus jerked then started, victory! we would do it our way…push…jerk…..start, was the look in the drivers eyes. He begun turning the bus around for the exit. He turned the steering wheel around with such force and might I could swear he was turning a cartepillar around, this I realised could actually be a fitness regimen for biceps right. Just drive a couple of trotro’s from Tema Station for like a week and you’ll come out looking like arnold lol…..

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