Kotoka International Airport (KIA)I seem to be having lots of run-ins with the "boys in blue" aka Ghana's finest aka Ghana Police Service. Our last encounter was at the airport 3 days ago when they supposedly caught me on a traffic violation. Much to their irritation, I refused to acknowledge I was in the wrong and argued with them for about 30 minutes. Of course, in the end one must obey The Law.
Anyway, two days ago, there was yet another interaction with the upholders of the law but luckily I was not home. My mother was just about to enjoy a lovely morning bath when she was told that 3 gentlemen from the Ghana Police Service had arrived looking to have a word. When I heard the story I had assumed that my belligerent encounters of late had been entered into their nifty database and they had used geographic information systems (GIS) and satellite-mapping to pin-point my location. Okay, maybe that is just my paranoia talking.
Anyway, my mother was a little concerned about the visit and since she was just about to step into the bath, asked the house-help to find out what the problem was. The officers declared that they were the delightful public servants who had been at the neighbourhood barrier for the past 3 months and had served and protected the community from thieves. Alas, they were now on their way and so were bidding the 'hood farewell through house-calls. I wish I was there for that moment. Madonna's I'll Remember must have been playing in the background or some such song lamenting the sadness of a parting.
Through the house-help, my mother asked them to kindly hold on while she finished bathing. Fortunately for us, the boys in blue calculated:
Unnecessarily delays (UD) => are inversely proportional to the number of houses to visit (NHV) => which are also directly related to the volume of expressions of gratitude (EG) likely to be received. The equations can be simplified to:
UD =1/EG
Having done rapid mathematics, our visitors abandoned waiting and left abruptly in a huff.
Personally, I'm hardly shocked by the shameless house-call by law enforcement officers to guilt-trip individuals into providing gifts of gratitude for them doing their job. Not shocked but amused, disturbed and slightly saddened.
Anyway, two days ago, there was yet another interaction with the upholders of the law but luckily I was not home. My mother was just about to enjoy a lovely morning bath when she was told that 3 gentlemen from the Ghana Police Service had arrived looking to have a word. When I heard the story I had assumed that my belligerent encounters of late had been entered into their nifty database and they had used geographic information systems (GIS) and satellite-mapping to pin-point my location. Okay, maybe that is just my paranoia talking. Anyway, my mother was a little concerned about the visit and since she was just about to step into the bath, asked the house-help to find out what the problem was. The officers declared that they were the delightful public servants who had been at the neighbourhood barrier for the past 3 months and had served and protected the community from thieves. Alas, they were now on their way and so were bidding the 'hood farewell through house-calls. I wish I was there for that moment. Madonna's I'll Remember must have been playing in the background or some such song lamenting the sadness of a parting.
Through the house-help, my mother asked them to kindly hold on while she finished bathing. Fortunately for us, the boys in blue calculated:
Unnecessarily delays (UD) => are inversely proportional to the number of houses to visit (NHV) => which are also directly related to the volume of expressions of gratitude (EG) likely to be received. The equations can be simplified to:
UD =1/EG
Having done rapid mathematics, our visitors abandoned waiting and left abruptly in a huff.
Personally, I'm hardly shocked by the shameless house-call by law enforcement officers to guilt-trip individuals into providing gifts of gratitude for them doing their job. Not shocked but amused, disturbed and slightly saddened.
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