Last weekend, I won the lottery to see the Nations Cup final in Accra, Ghana.
A couple of things about the trip:
I got on a propeller plane for the first time. I wasn't even aware initially that I ought to have been scared. Until, a couple of less trusting people gave me 21 reasons to be. And then I got just a tad apprehensive.
Can anyone figure out how someone wearing this much metal got through Airport security and got on board a plane??? I am imagining the ruckus when he went through the scanners. Reminds me of the Kanye West video: All Falls Down- where he himself eventually had to be sent through the scanner!
And no, that is not from inside the plane that he is hanging o! I know they say Nigerian aircrafts are like being inside molue, but it's not that bad...yet.
And then this welcome sign. What's the deal? Like where should the pedophiles go? To Ghana's friendly neighbour Nigeria maybe?
Did a little sightseeing ...
But the football game was the highlight of my trip. Saw Eto'O working out the kinks in his calf muscles just before the game.
And even though I sat with the Cameroonian supporters club and screamed my lungs out, fat load of good it did me or them, no thanks to Rigobert Song.
Eventually, the weekend ended and it was time to go, and the Ghanaians cheerily waved us on our way.
Is that good riddance to bad rubbish...?
