Little wonder then that the meal which ordinarily would have taken him one minute had to last about five minutes, it was his best meal since he came to Accra.

Not that he was in anyway disappointed that he had not been eating well, he had taken into finality right there at the bus terminal when he was bidding his mother farewell that not only his eyes were going to denie him the pleasure of looking at his mother's expectant face, his stomach on the other hand was equally going to suffer the more, because his mother's pot was very far away from him.

To the large extent, one of...