On a Trotro going, from Circle to Nungua, after my evening lectures the phone of a girl sitting close to me rang, she picks it and said:
“Honey, I’m in a bus going to Koforidua for the burial, I will call you when I get there”.
Another girl’s phone rang, she said:
“Sweetheart, I’m on my way to Kumasi for the masters degree form, please send me credit for the trip”.
The other one’s phone rang, she said:
“Alhaji sorry, I’m on my way to Cape coast for the interview, i will call you later.
A guy who was sitting at the back of the bus suddenly raises his voice in anger:
“Driver, stop please, oya! park this bus, where exactly is this bus going to???