ant invasion

Its nearly 1pm, the battery on my phone is about to die. I have resigned myself to the fact that I should not expect any electricity over the weekend unless I use my 13th month .salary to buy my generator (hopefully that should arrive in my account at the end of the week God willing).

I woke up this morning and went to the kitchen only to be greeted by the ant squatters. My mum had left the night before’s dinner on the table with only the microwave cover as a shelter. Oh boy did they outsmart her so I had a wonderful morning.

Went out to get some groceries, not long after I got home the lights went out so off to wash my car and now sitting at my local with a bottle of soda water (I can sit here without taking any alcohol once in a while). The local ants must have heard about the massacre of their people at my house as they are now circling my feet, so I have armed myself with repellent in the hopes that it works and they don’t have a mass revenge courtesy of my feet.

Its December, christmas is on its way the top management are to be locked away discussing strategies for 2012 next week then after that they will be trickling away to their home countries for a well earned rest (?) Which means the next few weeks should be a little stress free, although from my blogs you can tell I have already started. Right now I’m addicted to reading blogs. I have found 2 very interesting reads. One from a Ghanaian who left for the US and came back. Another from an English guy who I gather came here on a gap year and guess loved the place so much, some years later has decided to settle. I love it, just in the same way I love my soaps I guess, it gives me a chance to live vicariously through someone else. Totally different experiences to mine, one seems to be a lot sportier than me (well who isn’t). The other went to the shops to buy some sweets, got chatting to some guy, now guest spots on the local networks as a sports analyst and is a minor celeb. Not a bag gig if you can get it, I wouldn’t mind being a minor celeb even if it only offers me a free pass to the local night club. But in the same vain we all share the same frustrations – lights, water, crazy tro-tro drivers, nosey neighbours and poor customer service (although I think that the ability to be an arse in customer service and HR is a prerequisite to the job the world over).

Its nice to know I’m not the only one going through it, sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy, but then its the difference between fine wine and the cheap stuff. If you haven’t tasted it before you can’t tell which is bad, but when you have grown accustomed to fine wine, its hard to go back to the cheap stuff.

About efiasworld

A British Born Ghanaian navigating her way through life.
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