Linda could sense them all. The evenings’ cool breeze filled her lungs as she strutted gently into the parking lot, in the company of one of her colleagues, Mr Mike Ansah.
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.
Standing in a queue with a friend, waiting to purchase train tickets, a young Chinese youth approached me and said “Hello, my mum wants a picture with you,”