Amer Kasa
If a tro-tro doesn't have a picture of Jesus, it has one of this man. But nobody knows who he is.
Or
Everyone has their own theory of who he is.
He graces the back of so many tro-tros. Seated on the ground, right knee drawn up, hugging it. A towel around his neck. Am I falsely placing wrists bands on him because he is oh-so-1980s and so are they? Did he just finish an breakdance session?
As one taxi driver told me, "I don't think he's Ghanaian."
Indian, perhaps. Or Arab. [Do Indians and Arabs count as Obrunis?]
Last night, the search continued.
Our taxi driver, Nathaniel, laughed a good hearted laugh when I said, "Me mau 10,000" to get to Circle. Followed by a "sit down."
Jane posed the question this time. "Driver, who is that man on the back of that tro-tro, on the bottom right."
Laugh. It didn't seem he'd answered. So I, sitting in the front, pointed it out to make sure he saw what we were talking about. Laugh.
I lean out the passenger's window and ask the tro-tro driver beside us if he knows the man on the back of the tro in front of him. Everyone in the tro strains to see what those crazy obrunis are looking at, but no help comes from them. We turn back to our driver, who is....laughing.
We get him to tell us the man's name is Amer.
"Is he an actor? A singer?"
Laugh. It was the behind the nose'n'throat kind of laugh.
"Is that his name? What does he do?"
Laugh.
"Are you just making up his name? Or is that really his name?"
We managed to determine that he said the man's name was Amer because he thought that was also written on the back of the tro.
Only it wasn't.
"Are you stoned? Have you been smoking the marijuana?" (pronouced here with the J in tact)
He assured us he hadn't and didn't, just that he was in a good mood.
Laugh.
We turned to the driver of the taxi beside us at the next stop light.
"Sorry, but do you know who that man is?"
"Kasa," he replied. That was what was written on the middle back of the tro.
"What does he do?" Jane prodded.
"He is a talker."
And the light turned green.
By now we were all laughing. One of the best taxi rides I've had.
Coming soon, a photograph of Mr. Amer Kasa, to see if you can help solve the mystery.
Or
Everyone has their own theory of who he is.
He graces the back of so many tro-tros. Seated on the ground, right knee drawn up, hugging it. A towel around his neck. Am I falsely placing wrists bands on him because he is oh-so-1980s and so are they? Did he just finish an breakdance session?
As one taxi driver told me, "I don't think he's Ghanaian."
Indian, perhaps. Or Arab. [Do Indians and Arabs count as Obrunis?]
Last night, the search continued.
Our taxi driver, Nathaniel, laughed a good hearted laugh when I said, "Me mau 10,000" to get to Circle. Followed by a "sit down."
Jane posed the question this time. "Driver, who is that man on the back of that tro-tro, on the bottom right."
Laugh. It didn't seem he'd answered. So I, sitting in the front, pointed it out to make sure he saw what we were talking about. Laugh.
I lean out the passenger's window and ask the tro-tro driver beside us if he knows the man on the back of the tro in front of him. Everyone in the tro strains to see what those crazy obrunis are looking at, but no help comes from them. We turn back to our driver, who is....laughing.
We get him to tell us the man's name is Amer.
"Is he an actor? A singer?"
Laugh. It was the behind the nose'n'throat kind of laugh.
"Is that his name? What does he do?"
Laugh.
"Are you just making up his name? Or is that really his name?"
We managed to determine that he said the man's name was Amer because he thought that was also written on the back of the tro.
Only it wasn't.
"Are you stoned? Have you been smoking the marijuana?" (pronouced here with the J in tact)
He assured us he hadn't and didn't, just that he was in a good mood.
Laugh.
We turned to the driver of the taxi beside us at the next stop light.
"Sorry, but do you know who that man is?"
"Kasa," he replied. That was what was written on the middle back of the tro.
"What does he do?" Jane prodded.
"He is a talker."
And the light turned green.
By now we were all laughing. One of the best taxi rides I've had.
Coming soon, a photograph of Mr. Amer Kasa, to see if you can help solve the mystery.
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