This weekend passed without serious incident (sigh of relief). There were no illogical attendants and no irrational drivers on the road, save for yours truly. Despite the tranquility of my weekend there was a parenthetical point of note that I want to share with you all.
On Saturday night, as I was leaving the hospitable atmosphere of Walker's XL Pizza on the Pig Farm junction in Accra, I was approached by a man. He was unkempt, short and wore a melancholic expression upon his weathered face. He asked me for a minute of my time to which I obliged. He proceeded to pour out his story in the most mournful manner I had ever witnessed (and i have witnessed quite a few). As he recounted his ordeal tears welled up in his eyes and he began to sob profusely.
Briefly, he told he was from Benin, a victim of theft and stranded in Accra. He told me of how he had asked others for a little money so that he may find something to 'chop' and how he was promptly told to 'Go chop your mother.'
I'm human, I was touched, I opened my wallet . He thanked me, showered me with blessings and ran, joy in each stride, holding his 'alms' aloft in such a manner that warmed my 'giving' heart.
As I drove home I reflected on what had just 'gone-down.' The more I thought about it the more I questioned, was I a Samaritan or a Sucker, Eleemosynary or an Eejit .
(Fast-forward to Sunday afternoon - Results are in, I have been reliably informed that I am a Sucker.. I was defrauded, bamboozled, hoodwinked, led by the nose, played false, juggled, diddled, swindled, conned, tricked, had, hustled, deceived and I've learnt my lesson)