It’s been a full week and the new Teshie road is still there. Tears fill my eyes (purely figuratively, of course) thinking about this new sense of freedom that came with the fresh, smooth, black, double-carriaged tarmac that has liberated us.

The thing about this road is that it’s been a bottle neck – well more like a needle eye on the highway to hell. It connects the sprawling communities of Tema, Sakuono, Spintex, Nungua and Teshie to Accra and vice versa. 

To elaborate, It’s the only logical route for the good people of these comunities to reach the Labadi beach, for example. Indeed i put forward that the drop in visitors to that beach is because it’s just too much trouble to get there for us.

Rush hour traffic was a horriffic, petrol guzzling nightmare. and when it rained, traffic time multiplied exponentially. The earth itself, was known to defy convention and stand still. It could bring a random, well-dressed man to tears. Toddlers reached puberty sitting in that traffic. Arguments that were sparked off by the irritability of the traffic caused many a happy marriage to be angled towards divorce by the time the couple in question got home.

Why, i myself, once while trying to prevent my own imminent insanity, resorted to writing this note. See? 

But that’s all in the past now, because after what seems like an 18 year lobbying period, it turns out the gods have finally decided it’d be okay to have the road widened. Surely, we must thank them and the benevolent people of Teshie who seemingly also finally agreed to the construction. (although, it is also quite possible that because it took 18 years, an entire generation has died out and been suceeded by a younger, more forward thinking one. No?)

But i digress. The point i’ve been intending to make is that, you can now sail thru labadi into teshie on two lanes of pure ecstasy.

Of course some people, not i myself, but some nonetheless, have criticized Big Aidoo – the contractor in charge – for many things.

Like the fact that it took 2 years to build a relatively short stretch of road. Two years within which many good people of Ghana have developed hypertension, suffered sunstrokes, been sacked from school or lost their jobs as a result of constant lateness from the unusually demonic traffic.

Or for building a motorway, that is curved and elevated, without providing side railings or reflectors, to keep cars flying off the road and into ditches -a  somewhat valid point, considering that speeding is how certain people choose to express their new found joy with this road.

Others have questioned the lack of streetlights which when combined with the blackness of the new tar, presents an eerily darkened stretch of uncertainty.

Even others, silently sit, awaiting the appearance of the first portholes. Apparently these things tend to happen in the first month after construcion or with the first rainfall; whichever comes first.

But to these detractors i say, we must at least be grateful that we have the road, and that it came in our lifetimes. Certainly, like in the days of Okonkwo, the gods have again been benevolent.


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