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Advertisement “Go there go do registration”, said the security man at the gate after frisking through my Ghana Must Go Bag. He had checked my bag very thoroughly, putting his hands in every corner, sniffing every angle like a police dog, scattering all my neatly folded clothes, including my boxers and flipping through them one by one. He even searched the pockets of the undies. I wondered what he was looking for, I wondered if I looked like a smoker, whether he was looking for sticks of cig...
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