I Boarded a Troskie and Nearly Met My Ancestors!

You see, NANA HEMAA I don’t know why there is always something to talk about when I enter troskie.

This one deɛ, I swear Kumasi trostkie drivers have secret beef with passengers! Heeeeeeeerrrr 🤣🤣

So I enter trotro from Kejetia to Santasi. I sat behind the driver this time, thinking “at least here I can relax small.” Oh, saa na meboa. 😂😂

As soon as the troskie moved, the driver started speeding like he was in Accra – Kumasi highway. I mean proper wɔyɛ aponkyerɛne style — sharp curves, sudden brakes, overtaking ghosts and cars like he was collecting points.

Then the drama started.

One man at the back shouted: “Driver! Take your time, I beg! Memfiili mebɔdi koraa bio!”

Another old lady added: “Papa driver, ɛpɛ dɛɛ ɛchasii wo ancestors anaa dɛn?”

The driver turned around with pride and said: “I no be slow driver ooo. Me I dey move!”

Right then, one chicken from someone’s market bag escaped and started flying inside the bus!

People were screaming and, one man even shouted: “Jesus! Kwasiada anɔpa ne bayisɛm!”

The chicken landed on a guy’s shoulder — he jumped and accidentally slapped someone. Confusion scatter everywhere.🤣🤣🤣

I just held onto my seat, praying silently: “God, if I survive this ride, menni konkonsa wɔ troskie mu bio.”

By the time we reached Santasi, the driver turned and said: “You see? We reach fast-fast!”

But nobody said anything — we just rushed out like we were escaping from stampede 😂😂😂

You see after church I will not do konkosa again, but ɛsi deaa mede report bɛba 🤣🤣🤣

( Shared by Nana Hemaa Akua on Trotro Diaries Group )