Beep, beep, beep, beep

The last time I woke up at 5 am it was to get dressed and respond to an emergency call after my pager went off. Tomorrow's 0500 alarm [I have set two already] is to go shopping. Tamara’s Mum has offered to collect me at 5 a.m. and to take me shopping in Accra as she is driving in and likes to do her shopping early. My wife Pauline also likes to do her shopping early, but 5 a.m. – You can’t be serious. Mrs Gyapong is serious and I don’t mess with a serious lady. So my alarms are set and if I am lucky then I might get to see the beach or maybe one of the sites such as the National Theatre, New Parliament Building or my preferred option of a row of African huts being erected some two miles down the road. Anyway, it’s almost midnight here and I must get at least five hours sleep. But before I go, you may be asking yourself while all this blogging and not being out there living the experience further? Well, there are no street lights where I am staying [as in most of Africa], Mosquito’s come out after dark [not like WallJecko he is around all the time] and the heat is intense. So, settling down under a ceiling fan with one or two large beers, reliving the memories before they fade seemed like a good way to spend my vacation. Plus of course, those of you who haven’t been to Africa get to know a little bit more about this tiny part of a huge Continent. So, good night bloggers and remember “Ma we ni ngye” – Be Happy