I saw a car with this title parked in a dirt clearing by the road, overlooking Medina Market in Accra. Around the car, men and women shuffled through the dark evening with food large metal pots on their heads. As we (the students) waited for our bus, children stopped in the street and giggled innocently at our white skin.
From the car came a loud booming noise, which resonated from loudspeakers attached to the vehicle’s roof. The words were foreign, but the message of urgency was easy to understand. On the side of the car, the owner’s name was painted in light blue: Dr. Alhagi Akanaya, of black herbal medicine. A young man lounged in the driver’s seat: quite obviously bored, yet ready to deliver questionable “remedies” through the opening of his greasy car window.