Accra to Cameroon by road: The hustles and frustrations (I)
The police took our passports as if they wanted to check something, but nothing. They had this small tent cubicle at the post and we were called inside. Not too much talk, we were asked to pay something before continuing the journey.
To show their power, they wanted to prevent the bus from moving, but the old lady was adamant. The police had no choice than to allow us to leave, probably because they felt she’s just trouble in human form.
Next was an immigration check point, same formality. The officer came around and opened the bus gate. He asked passengers their names and the state they are from.
The tactic is if you speak, your tongue automatically gives you out. The officer asked about three passengers, they all sounded Nigerian. Then they asked the other Ghanaian I met on the bus. Under the circumstances, he was unlucky. With one prey in hand, the officers called out of the bus. Two of us did, but the elderly woman refused to come down.