TThe time was a quarter past eight am and Kofi Darkwah was standing in front of City Financial Centre… a dark six-foot-tall man, in a black suit; shiny black shoes; blue tie fastened to a stark white shirt.
He was staring at the doors of The Breakfast Place which was opposite his place of work—a road separated the two establishments—and he was wondering why he had never been a breakfast person. Even as a child, his mother had to coax him into eating the dreaded first meal of the day…and when he went to senior high school, he did away with it completely.
