Fumes and Fight
A
lady accosted a young man, "You bastard…foolish man…stupid…useless
man…give me money to look after your son. Just give me the money and let me go
my way," the lady has put her hand into the waist band of a young man's
trousers, yelling so loudly that it caught Mensah's attention who was meandering his way among vehicles at the
lorry park to board trotro.
The
small boy, who was holding on to his mother's cover cloth, was almost crying.
But that did not cause his supposed father to have mercy on him.
"If
you don’t leave my trouser, I'll slap you!" the young man warned.
"I
won't leave you…anytime I ask you for money for the upkeep of your son; you'll
say you don't have money. Meanwhile you are driving this taxi everyday…you're
working every day…yet each time I come to you, you'll say you don't have money.
If you don't give me the money today, I won't leave you…you won't work
today," the lady retorted.
There
was little the young man could do. Not that he was not strong enough to deal
with the lady for any such attempt would lead to free for all fight. The
onlookers would pounce on him and beat the hell out of him. In such situations,
the woman involved mostly got a lot of people on her side. His trouser was
actually twisted very tight around his waist so that he could not set himself
free.
She
continued, "The last time your child was sick, it was my banana business
money I used to take him to the hospital! There are passengers sitting in your
taxi waiting for you. You better give me the money if you don't want people to
see us."
The
onlookers -commuters, drivers, mates, street vendors - who had gathered around
them, had already formed their opinion
about the whole scene unfolding before their very eyes. The lawyers among them are preparing their
verdicts…those who will support the lady against the man and the vice versa
were all fully prepared now. The young man was irresponsible! He did not want
to look after his son! These were their unfettered conclusions.
The
three passengers who had seated in the taxi had been forced to come out to the
defense of the lady. Apparently, they were not perturbed by the delay. It was
actually left with one more passenger for a full set.
"You
taxi drivers... this is what you do. You impregnate the ladies and neglect your
responsibilities!" an elderly woman, who came out of the taxi with the
other two me, said angrily pointing her index finger at him.
"You
ladies kuraaa…I don't know what is wrong with you. Look at the man you've given
yourself to?" one of the men asked rhetorically.
"When
you lurk in the night behind vehicles with drivers and their mates, this is
what you must expect. There are serious men out there interested in you but you
prefer this calibre of men - who knows how to make you pregnant and that's
all!" the second man said harshly.
Women,
who were in the majority as it's their kind of scene…were shouting …insulting
…cursing hell on the taxi driver…
But
the young man could not reply any of them. All the men around had kept mute.
They also have skeletons in their wardrobes. Theirs had not come to the public
like this one. So they had better kept quiet!
The
three passengers who got down from the taxi, put some contributions together
and handed it to the lady. This act was equivalent to bailing a suspect at the
police station. So as a way of punishing the driver, they instructed him to
take them to their various destinations without payment for his service.
"Come
and sit down and move this car!"one of the men who just saved him the
embarrassment he had gone through, said.
"But
bear in mind that we aren't going to pay you! The money we have is what we have
used to bail you," said the other man.
He
did not utter a word for he knew any reply that would not go down well with
them would land him in police cell as they had earlier threatened. He only
peeped at the two men sitting at the rear seat in the viewing mirror. The woman
sitting next to him in the front passenger seat kept looking at him as he drove
through the town.
"This
is how people like you have created the situation of street children. See all
these children on our streets begging for alms to survive. Meanwhile they have
parents who are supposed to cater for them. But here they are; exposed to this
kind of condition and we expect them to grow into responsible adults one
day!" the woman said with a lot of pain as a concerned mother would.
"God
have mercy!" two men at the back seat said almost as if it had been
rehearsed.
The
incidence was going to dominate a great deal of conversation in many of the
trotros that would be loading from that lorry park. The interesting thing was
that there was going to be a lot of twists turns; conspiracy theories about the
whole incidence. People would put their own spins on it to make it sound nice
to the ears that were not present. In fact, there would be a lot to laugh
about.
"Good
afternoon," Bensah Mensah greeted
those already in the trotro as he sat down by the window.
The
discussion had already started. He would lend his ears to listen first before
making any statement on the issue that if he has something to say at all.
This
lorry park is considered the most dirtiest in the city. Pure water sachet
rubbers all over the place. Left over food items black polythene bags that was
used to serve food for commuters were being blown from one direction to the
other by the wind. The few litter bins that had been provided to cater for the
rubbish were overflowing. It is a case of no man's business to ensure the park
is kept clean.
Passengers,
traders and drivers alike had been the cause of this mess. Throwing litters all
over the place had become a norm. Traders
are the majority shareholders in this business of littering.
The
gutters around the park had been filled with stagnant waters that had turned
green and stinky. People had been using
it as their place of convenience at night. Whiles some people could not afford
a few pesewas to visit the public place of convenience at the park, others
could also not endure the heavy stench and unkempt surrounding of the facility.
The operators of such facilities are only interested in making their money but
to keep the place neat and attractive is none of the their business.
The
kind of foul smell that it had generated was too much for anyone to inhale. You
either use handkerchief to cover your nose or a deep breathe-in for as long as
you can.
There
is a popular belief held by everyone that the city authorities are supposed to
be cleaning the park because they had been collecting tolls from them everyday.
They therefore saw no reason why they had to keep it clean. Yeah... it's easy
to point accusing fingers but seriously speaking, these trotros usually got a
lot of mess created in them that were left unclean. They had to wait until
close of business to do so because some of them had to sleep in their trotro.
Mensah
did not notice the window he was sitting by had only one glass instead of two.
But when the trotro started moving and he needed to pull the glass to shield
himself a bit from the sun, the woman sitting behind him growled.
"Ooo….ho!!!"
He
quickly turned to look at her.
"The
glass is only one…," she told him in the face.
"Sorry…I
didn't know." He continued, "then let me pulled it into the middle so
that it can serve us equally."
"Hahahahaaaa….."
"Hahahaaaaa…."
they both laughed.
"Yes…your
fares ooo…," the mate announced.
"So
you won't wait for the trotro to leave this park before you start demanding
your money?" a passenger said.
As
he continued collect the fares, a woman gave him a currency note that too old.
The mate rejected the money asking the passenger to place it.
"That
is what I have. If you won't accept it, so be it."
There
was a near exchange of words. Mensah quickly foiled it.
"I
always say you people are doing business you don't understand. Once you sit
behind the steering whell, you're a driver. The rules relating to your
business, you have no clues about it. "You're not," he continued,
"supposed to reject any money," he sought to educate the mate.
The
driver requested to see the money after which he commanded the mate to accept
it.
It
had become a common practice for commuters in transit to eat and throw litters
out of the windows of trotros on to the street. Some trotro drivers had the gut
to insult you if a passenger dared drop a litter in his trotro. Reason being that the passenger
would end up creating extra work for him by way of cleaning.
A
woman who had just finished eating, threw a well packed black polythene bag out
of the window on to the street.
"Madam,
next time you finish eating, don't throw the rubbish out of the window. Just
drop it in the trotro," Mensah advised
"Eeeeiii….you
want the mate and the driver to insult my innocent mother at home?" she
asked.
"Look,
the driver is supposed to provide rubbish bin in this trotro. It's not a new
thing. This directive has been around for sometime now but nobody is enforcing
it."
"Yes…that's
true. I do remember. Initially it was being enforced. But now it looks the
behind the enforcement has died or something." another man said.
There
was hysterical laughter by everyone.
"No.
That's not the case. That is the Ghanaian attitude. Attitude towards
enforcement of any piece of legislation or directive has always been
short-lived," Mensah rebutted, not that the rest of them are not aware of
what he said.
"We
must put our hands together…at least play our part well," Mensah said. He
continued, "ever since the new station at the other part of the city was
built, I had never stepped there. And, in fact I was really impressed when I
visited there. The whole place was neat. It was properly planned. We have
canteens where you can sit and eat; you don't find people water sellers
lingering around and littering the place. The vehicles were also properly
parked in their parking slots."
"Yeah…as
for the lorry park…it's too much," those managing the place are really
doing well, a passenger said.
"I've
been hearing this story too. One of these days, I'd have to there to see it for
myself," a female passenger said.
Suddenly,
the trotro had stopped. It's unusual for vehicles to stop abruptly on this
stretch of the road. There were several other trotros still standing in front
them. In fact no one had idea what was happening. The driver stretched his out
of his side of the door to see what actually causing the hold-up. His eyes
could not see any further beyond the immediate three trotros in front of him.
"Mate,
go and check what is happening," the driver instructed.
Every
passenger was becoming agitated and all manner of thoughts running across their
minds.
"Or
may be some accident had occurred," one passenger said.
Sooner
than later, the mate came flying on his heels, laughing. Without being asked as
to what was happening, he said what he saw.
"There's
a truck that had carted some goods and is parked in the middle of the road. The
whole road beyond where he blocked the road is free. And there is this guy whom
I presumed was pushing the truck, quarrelling with a driver whose trotro is
parked so close to the truck. From the way they were exchanging words, the
fault was the driver's. They said he knocked the truck and some of the goods
fell off the truck," the mate paused finally with his narration by which
time the trotros had started moving.
There
was serious laughter again.
"These
truck pushers just push their trucks anyhow across the road. Their conduct is
simply annoying and I always thank God I'm not a police officer," Mensah
said and almost everybody sided with him except that bit about he being a
police.
"Even
if you're a police officer, how much can you achieve?" a female passenger
asked him.
"It's
all about doing your job and doing it well. You don't need a lot of people
bring about change. And you must radical otherwise you can't succeed."
Nobody
alighted on the way until the trotro had completed its journey except that the trotro stopped a couple of
times for some passengers to urinate.
"Mate,
I have goods in the booth," some of the passengers said as they alight
seat by seat and row by row.
They
all went their way.
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