CHAPTER 4THE HORSES HAD BEEN SENT to their stable and there was a taxi rank. Well, sort of. The taxis were three-wheeled cycles, with a saddle for the driver and a shaded seat behind for passengers. There was a choice: some of them were motorized, powered by a DC battery. And there was a bank of solar panels with batteries being charged. Wow! In darkest Africa!
While Kofi bargained, I went over to inspect the charger. The battery-master switched to English when I greeted him.
“Made in here,” he answered my question, “At Suame Magazine, Kumase.”
I have to say that they showed it: not much design and crudely made. Yet they seemed to work.
“Crash, let’s go,” Kofi called. “Meet Osei. He’ll take us to Kuntanase and we’ll pick up another taxi there, or a bus, or walk.”
I groaned.
“Why can’
