Perhaps not my brightest of ideas…
I was riding my bike to Navrongo to do a workshop for about 25 teachers. Stupidly, I decided to have the workshop at 11, meaning I was riding at 10am then again at 2pm, not great in the 40 degree heat.
I was stopped around 10km from Navrongo by a policeman. Of course when he pulled me aside, I complied.
Policeman: Good morning.
Me: Good morning sir. How are you?
Policeman: Fine thank you, and you?
Me: Fine thank you.
Policeman: Where are you going?
Me (slightly worried about my workshop starting in less than an hour and panicking that my driving license was not in my purse): Navrongo.
Policeman: Can you pick this lady?
Me: Erm, who?
Policeman: This lady here (pointing to a young lady standing by the roadside.)
Me: Erm… does she have a helmet?
Policeman: No. (Sees me starting to worry…) but it’s fine.
Me: Ah, but what if I’m stopped and they charge me for carrying someone without a helmet.
Policeman: (laughing at stupid sulemia) No, it’s fine. There won’t be a problem.
Me: Are you asking me to break the law and take someone without a helmet? But you’re a police officer!
Policeman: It’s not a problem. (Looking hopeful…)
Me: But what if I’m in an accident. My insurance, oh?
Policeman: It’s fine.
Me: The NGO I work for would not be happy if they found out what I was doing. I might have to leave the country (always melodramatic Rachel).
Policeman (seeing I was a lost cause…): Ok, go.
Me: Thank you sir.
Now I'm worried what happens if I cross him again…!
I had a puncture just about 10km from Navrongo on the Bolga road. You're lucky the policeman didn't ask "Can you pick this gentleman and his bicycle?"
ReplyDeleteI think I had a lucky escape then Mike! Hope all's well at home, as you can see I'm still loving Ghana and not wanting to leave quite yet...!
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