Yesterday I was on one of my aborted missions which I seem to specialise in. This time to the bank, and of all the branches in Kumasi, Kejetia Circle was the only one that could help me. So, since I was in the area, I thought a little retail therapy might be in order.
The longer I stay here, the more I think I’m becoming slightly obsessed with Kejetia Market. I mean, it’s hectic, it’s a nightmare to get to in your own transport (I wised-up and caught a taxi this time), it’s not entirely welcoming, it varies between slightly smelly to all out gag-inducing stench, and personal space is not an option.
And yet…in the space of one block:
:: I bought a real piece of pumice, not that freaky man-made stuff from supermarkets
:: Saw an open air manicure salon
:: Bought 2 shirts and one skirt, sponsored by the charity stores of Europe
:: Paid a puppeteer 1 cedi to watch a butt wiggling, Azonto dancing puppet (which really made my day)
:: Browsed over 50 fast-food stores, 2000 watches, 1000 mobile phones, 50,000 pairs of shoes, 100,000 clothes. Westfield has got NOTHING on this place!
:: and was reminded that someone special was coming soon…
Have a great weekend!