Accra: Oxford Street

Accra We are walking up Oxford Street, the most commercial part of Accra, and I am thinking about how sick I am of eating the same things at our hotel. I suggest to Robin that we find something to eat before heading back to the hotel. She says no, she doesn’t want to. I fall into an unreasonable snit. We hardly talk as we head back to the hotel and to our separate rooms. I end up ordering room service.

“Why are you so humble? I have never known an older person to be so humble.”

It is, perhaps, a comment on our capitalistic society that there is comfort in a heavily commercial environment. I know what’s going on here. I know how to play this game.

I recognize her just as she turns down another hallway. She must catch me out of the corner of her eye because she doubles back and greets me with a bright smile and a wave.