Every morning, as dawn breaks over Accra, the city begins its restless dance. From Kaneshie to Madina, Circle to Kasoa, the rhythm of our lives is measured not by the ticking clock, but by the movement or standstill of traffic. In this rhythm, the trotro becomes more than just a minibus. It becomes a classroom […]
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