I miss the long walks to Accra Mall to buy a 1 cidi packet of candy or clothes and jewelry at Mr. Price. I miss the times I would sneak into polo games because the Campo de Polo belongs to my mother's landlord. I miss the 8PM swims in sun-warmed water, the warm rain, the Ghana staple Jollof rice and chicken/fish take-out, lunches and dinners from Auntie Esther's restaurant (a posh place not justifiably brought out by the name but their fish is exquisite) near the apartment or Shoprite foods at Accra Mall and the endless afternoons spent shopping at Accra's CBD (Central Business District).
I miss the amazing Sunday services spent sweating it out under an overhead fan at ICGC at Pastor Mensa Otabil's church with our driver Tony, a man of few words, (whose gifted vespa I have to ride) and my mother's general factotum, Kobe, a chatterbox whose resilience and life story motivate me to chase after my dreams. I miss the salon banter amongst the women as they swiftly multi-task between plaiting hair, preparing food in the open behind the back door of their premises with the smell of Fufu and fish (God I love their fish) wafting in the air. I miss it all so much!
I'll get a job. Maybe in the telecommunication industry or at a doctor's office or as one of the major corporate's receptionist. This way, i'll get to meet and speak with many people and possibly make friends that may last a lifetime. I have a feeling my mum challenge me to get a PR job in one of the companies. I might, but only after i do things my way for two or so months.
That's what my impending and unplanned trip to Ghana next year means to me and I owe it all to Nollywood. And you know what? I can't wait!