Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Clothng Mishaps

Clothing mishaps.
Who hasn't experienced it?
Oh, you! at the corner.
REALLY! you have not lost a button close your cleavage?, Ripped your pants against a ragged edge?
YOU HAVEN'T?
You sure you human?
My pants have been ripped. Okay, not totally ripped. This is what happened.
My pants have a side zip up to the waist. Today was my first time of wearing these pants since they were bought a couple of months back; not because I didn't want to wear them but because I did not have any shirt to go with it. They are brown stripped pants. So anyho, I wore them today with a light brown blouse which ends it a bit below the waist. I went to the lavatory and guess what?  I COULD NOT PULL UP THE ZIPPER ANYMORE! WHAT GIVES!
So I wiggle a bit here, and a little more there and whhrrrruup! The zipper runs over.
There I was with a torn zip and a blouse which couldn't cover the essential; my hip.  Either I have gained weight in the few hours from home to work or I have expanded. My dilemma.
Good thing I had my phone with me. I called a friend to find out if she was at home cos she lives close to where I work. Nope, her leave was over and she was back at work. Good gracious. Hmmmm
I then remembered one of my colleagues at work had blouses for sale; I called her and told her my predicament. Entem ara then she brought me a long blouse, which covered the torn zip at the hip and complemented the pants. Thank God. Crisis averted till another time. (no crisis oo)

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Cutting it Short

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To cut a long and maybe extremely boring narration short; I got myself mugged in South Africa. Oh, this was not the hands-in-the-air, gun-pointing-at-you, armed-person-looking-fugitively-around kind of mugging. It was more of gal-squealing-at-sight-of-Moda-shoe-store, going-in, sitting-down, trying-on-pair-of-shoes and opportunist-thief-unclasping-gal's-shoulder-bag making off with everything she had :- passport, money, new purse, camera, eye glasses, hotel keys; everything.
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Since this is going to be a short narration, here goes; the hotel was so kind to let me use their hired bus and money to take passport pictures at Kempton Park for my temporary travel document- no charge (hey, given that everything else (insert: Internet) at the hotel apart from the basic stuff must be paid for), the Ghanaian ambassador, who had just arrived, came all the way from Pretoria to Johannesburg when he was informed at the incident (now, that might have been because my colleague is a friend of his family. :)), Charles (my good samaritan) innocently asks how much I had lost and gave it all back to be, saying 'This will not compensate your loss but let it ease it somewhat' (it is great meeting new people. They keep surprising you. I had met Charles only the day before).
Oh must not forget this, this Ghanaian dude who drove me to get a traveling bag at Festival Mall took what little rand I had on me for the cost of the transportation (Charles give money in the currency I was holding, $. In order to change foreign currency in South Africa you must have your passport, travel document etc)); I had to borrow money from the hotel's till  Hmmm.  One might ask, how come? This person was sent by someone else (my colleague and I had initially contacted to take me to the mall based on the understanding that we were not going to pay because we were going to advertise his lodge free for him), and this guy charged me his normal fees, which as twice the normal amount if what the receptionists at the hotel said is true.
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So yes, next time I go to South Africa, I am hiding my passport and money in my 'druss' since it looks like that is the only way I can protect them and I will be watching with eagle eyes since almost everyone will take advantage, including the police. Bedford police said they could not take me back to the hotel after the mall security had taken me there to make a report. Apparently they are not allowed to move out of their precinct. One policeman offered to get his colleague policeman to take us to the hotel but he will require payment. This policeman after getting us to the hotel took 300 rands and asked that we add more since the guys at the police station will ask for a cut of the money. Huh? At this point, I cried buckets of water on the guy; telling him in-between sobs and sniffles that the police in my country will go out of their way to help foreigners who had been through such an ordeal as we had and not made demands on us for money we did not have. How did we pay him? Premier Hotel O.R Tambo gave us money (to be refunded) to pay. POLICE in SA? Baabiara enjoo ye! No place cool!
E GO B PASS!

Friday, August 19, 2011

'Adventure' In SA

I am back from South Africa people and I must say I saw nothing; mostly because I was cooped up in a hotel inside Kempton Park, did not know anyone or maybe I was just plain o' scared. So for a hundred rand (R100), I got a wireless voucher from the hotel designed to work scarcely at best and run out after 5 days; let's just say, I learnt my lesson.

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 My adventure in SA started at Joburg airport as my colleague and I realised we could not make calls to Ghana from our Most Terrible Network (MTN) sim card, the exact problem we wanted to avoid when we called MTN Ghana to ask about what we needed to do in order to make calls from SA. A customer service person asked as to load up as much credits on our MTN call accounts as we can and although automatically roaming had been turned on for all MTN lines (I did not know this), just to be on the safe side we send the text ROAM ON to some short code (I have forgotten which code) before we leave the shores of Ghana. So after loading up hundreds of MTN Ghana call credits, we got to SA only to realise we cannot make calls, however we could receive calls and, get this, get deducted for those calls we received! (We knew the way it worked but this was supposed to be a two-way bargain; I make calls, I pay; I receive calls, I pay. It worked one way; their way!)  The Cheats! So off we marched to the MTN SA booth at the airport. Explaining our problem, the lady at the booth, we were informed that we would have to purchase a R60 MTN card from them to get a new sim card which will enable us make calls; hmmmm, another MTN sim card, even if the R60 was for the call credits and not the sim? Nah, I think we will pass and a pass we gave it.
Got ourselves a Vodacom (Vodafone in Ghana) sim card instead and lived to regret that purchase.
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This is enough for now. I will continue with more; about how I made new friends; a beaut and a heart of gold... :) What I ate as a practicing vegan...