The Wonder of the Volta River

I had finished reading Louis L’Amour’s Last Of The Breed – a novel I took with me to Sogakope where I had gone for a much needed therapeutic massage for a back ache. I was lost in thoughts at the site of wonder around me at the Volta River which flowed a few meters away from the ‘lovers’ bench’ where I sat. The sun was setting, and with it came its illuminating orange colour reflecting on the lake, in a manner, akin to the ones seen in Hollywood movies. It was (and still is) indeed an amazing sight to behold. I was only brought back to reality by the seemingly unending laughter by one of two lovers who sat on a bench not too far from me.   

Of Overtaking: The Ford Wagon Experience

I love and loathe overtaking, concurrently. I love it when I am onboard a vehicle doing the overtaking, and I loathe when the opposite happens. There is some ‘personal vengeance’ when I am driving and a vehicle overtakes me; I try to retaliate when the situation is convenient and permits it, otherwise it leaves a somewhat unsatisfied feeling in me.

Will The Real Gentleman Please Step Forward?

I share an office with a warm lady whose ‘close proximity to the ground’ prevents her from reaching the files which sit on an Italian wood cabinet high over our heads. Incidentally, her role requires that the files be brought down frequently, in which cases my almost 6 feet height come in handy. I have also noticed, however, the convention that whoever brings her a document that requires filing ‘automatically’ fetches the needed file from the cabinet.