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Growing up in Nigeria was cool but then, me having to relocate to Ghana after a long while was exciting, but thrilling was when I had to embark on a journey to a small village in the Ashanti region of Ghana called Kokofu. On a Saturday dawn I journeyed through a bushy, dark, and dusty path, quite bumpy because it was still under construction. I arrived at Kokofu, checked in a guest house with joy, because I had finally come back to my roots. I have always wanted to experience the traditional adventure . I got my keys, opened the old creaking door, with an almost faulty lock, I let that slip away. I tried charging my gadgets, only one electric socket seemed to function and I also needed the fridge on to preserve my food. I called the care taker, He said: I'm sorry, but you will have to charge your phone first before any other other thing. I let it slip away. I got bored and I wanted to watch the television and then I realized a hole in the TV, I was scared to put it on, before I was going to be left to ashes. I called the care taker again, He said: I'm sorry, entertain yourself with your phone for now. I let it slip away. I went into town, it was fun, amazing people, met my relatives who lived there, very receptive, ever ready to teach and explain and decipher the codes in culture and tradition. When sunset, I went to a pub with colorful lighting system and the tracks they played had captivating beats, it was getting late, so I left back in a taxi to the guest house where I lodged . Had a good sleep and it was morning again. Freshened up and wanted to have breakfast before setting off to see what the day had for me. My food was frozen I had nothing in the room to heat it. I'm sure they've got some thing in the kitchen, probably a microwave, I suggested to myself. This time I didn't call the care taker I went to the waiter who was also the bar attendant and asked if I could get my food heated And I watched him as he stared at the old, rusted almost dead coal pot and he said to me in my local dialect "Agyes3 wo s) kropot no" which means unless you light the coalpot. I was surprised and I said okay, smiled and left. Whiles in my head I was like, this is official!. I just have to ignore the fact that these guys have ganged up to make my stay a misery intentionally or intentionally, I am yet to know. It was a Sunday, they took me to church and I rember what the pastor spoke about, faith and having to step out from that zone called comfort. It was an amazing weekend and checked out later that day I did have fun and me telling my siblings made me realize how hilarious it was when my sister said I was lucky they did not make me light firewood when I wanted to warm my food. If I was told by a soothsayer what I was about encountering, I will travel again and again without having a second thought because I met family, I learned tradition and I sure have increased my threshold in being patient, though I learned the hard way and most importantly I got the chance to write my first travel story .