"Good afternoon my Friend, how are you this fine day" said the chap on the roadside as I passed by. "I am very well thank you", not quite true but how could I tell him that I was unwell? This short conversation was an indication that I was being accepted into the neigbourhood. I moved along and the Kwik Fit Fitter approached me and tried to shake my hand. I declined and explained that I had been unwell and did not want to pass him my germs [just in case its not food poisoning]. I showed him the pharmacy bag and he thankd me for not shaking his hand. As I walked by the News Stand the child remianed silent, then his hand raised and he waived. The first time that I met him, he screamed. It wasn;t panic, it had been blind terror. Hs brother asked me if I was buying the Times today, I declined. I was too unwell to read, and the Ghana Times is unlike our version. Sometimes the details are too graphic, the information unneccesary.
I have a few copies of their papers to ponder upon when I return to Wales. My intention is to write an article for Figurations; the Journal of the Society of Norbert Elias. I have learnt much during my African journey and it would be good to share that knowledge and experience in an academic journal.
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