Tweet Before moving to Ghana, I was convinced all Ghanaians were good people. In my mind, they were angels here on earth, walking around in their white robes and halos, singing their glorious music. I mean, after all, I had heard stories of passports and money being returned, and the last time I was here, everyone, including strangers, went out of their way to ensure that I was safe and having a good time. I thought to myself, "How nice, despite the poverty level here, these people are guided by God and always feel the need to do the right thing."
Then this weekend, I realized, I have been a fool. You see in the past nine weeks, I have lost two cell phones to the dreaded taxi. The surprising thing, is that noone returned them. At least, it is surprising to me, considering my high opinion of the Ghanaian people.
When the first phone never returned I was not surprised. The battery was dead, the phone was locked and it would have been too much to figure out who owned the phone. However, this time, I knew the phone was coming back. I mean, it was the cheapest model the carrier offers (about $20), they could unlock the phone and the battery was fully charged. So, I commenced to calling. The first few times it rang and went to voicemail and then someone picked up. Excitedly, I begin to explain that I left my phone in the taxi. I waited patiently for them to respond and then I suddenly realized they had hung up. To pour salt in the wound, when I called back they had removed the chip from the phone. It was definitely a Debo moment, "This is my phone, punk."
And there I sat, sniveling on the other end, "But, I just brought that phone." Goes to show, never ever be too trusting, especially in the city.
Until Next Time. Smooches.