Image credit: Ndudu by Fafa In the early hours of the day, when the compound has been swept, the face and body washed, and the pearly whites brushed, a long familiar urge can now be addressed. Breakfast. You walk down the street to the koko seller. Or perhaps for you, it's the Waakye seller. Or yet others, the Gari-and-beans serving is just what you crave. Then it starts: You get your Koko/Waakye/Gari-and-beans. The seller places these items in a clear plastic bag. It's so convenient that you think nothing of it. You came to buy food with your younger brother or sister or friend, so you order some food for them as well. The food seller places these in a separate clear plastic bag. You remember that mother also requested some food, so you order a serving just for her. The food seller works so efficiently that it's almost mesmerising to watch. She places each of the clear plastic-bound food into it's own perfectly sized black plastic bag. Then with the intention of makin...
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