ABSTRACT
It was my second meeting with Rebel at one of the many container bars surrounding the main road in Osu, an area in Accra, per his suggestion. Near Dankwa circle, it was a hub on a corner where passersbys are on their way to the tro-tro stop and/or to walk the foot-worn dirt path through the row of food and snack vendors operating out of shipping containers stretching all the way to Oxford Street. It would soon become a spot where Rebel and I would gather occasionally, and where I will meet Rebel’s friends who would be interested in meeting me. It was a local hangout for Rebel who lives just around the corner in their family compound, and who also worked as an informal trader in the area.
