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iampeterben:
Well written OP, well done and I wish you all the best in GH. Welcome indeed to the land of gold.

So mote it be. Peace profound 🙏🏿

blackslayer:
Hmnnn...you hopped on a bike, where did you put your luggage? Lol ...or you're entering Ghana with just a back pack?

I had made arrangements with the luxurious bus motor boy to help bring my box to the park safe and I gave him small egunje( very important) 😁

Then I entered bike with my school bag that had the important igodomigodos I needed.

First of all this journey wouldn't have been made possible if not for God, so I dedicate it to God Almighty who found me worthy .

Man is not God, God uprooted Abraham, God uprooted Joseph, God uprooted Paul. God uprooted the Israelites

Believe in God and see him do wonders

Before I continue, I just want to share few lessons along the line from my journey from Lagos to Accra.


1. Be patient – Delays are part of the journey, not the end of it.

2. Stay flexible – Adjusting your plans can still lead you to your destination.

3. Value people skills – Kindness and connection open doors.

4. Appreciate provision – God’s supply may not always be comfortable, but it’s enough.

5. Show honor – Respect attracts uncommon favor.

6. Learn by observing – Other people’s order can inspire change in you.

7. Endure with gratitude – The longer the road, the sweeter the arrival.

8. Keep your joy – Humor is fuel for the journey.

All criticisms are welcome. 🙏🏿

Konjiboii:
My experience in Ghana was a bittersweet one, Yes. The country is slow paced compared to Lagos , since you are leaving from PH which is a slow pace state than Lagos, you wouldn’t feel the change as much. I schooled in Ghana and had two nasty experiences that I have never even experienced in Nigeria. First experience was the hostel I stayed being burgled by machete wielding Ghanaians , they ranksacked every single room and cut a couple of Nigerians who tried to overwhelm them, second experience I had was at a beach before you get to Bojo beach, I was on a date and two miscreants came with broken bottles and robbed us clean, when I reported to the authorities they where toying with me that I had to let it go.
Ghana is a chill country with somewhat constant light and thick booty babes that will unleash the primal beast in you. If you have money you will love it

Glad to hear this.

chudez0147:
What has the light done for them ?? Don’t just stay in Accra, try visit other regions.

I will with time, Thanks for the advice

Fajimarketplace:
Ghana is peaceful and all but Nigeria is way better. I have great friends from my short vacations in Labone and Osu, however our high brow areas will easily dust theirs.

I'm not saying this as a competition thing, but seeing that people read posts like these and fantasize about a land flowing with milk and honey, it's necessary to enlighten the thread readers.

The port Harcourt OP is even coming from is way better than a lot of places in Accra, not to talk of Lagos and Abuja. We have better infrastructure too.

As per the light, our light in Nigeria (most parts) has greatly improved and is similar now to what you will obtain in Accra (if you factor in "Dumsor" or load shedding).

If you leave Accra and head to places like Kumasi and other sub regions, then you will understand that Nigeria is light years ahead of a lot of these African countries.

In summary, Ghana is a lovely country. Only go there if you have legitimate business being there. A lot of people go to foreign countries and end up in crime due to frustrations of not being able to secure a job or find something doing. Plan well before making life changing decisions you might end up regretting.

What Nigeria need is a bit of leadership and you will see that we can only be compared to just one or two countries in Africa. If you must leave Nigeria, head only to the UK, Canada, US, Australia and maybe Germany.

God can change your story from any where. He blesses his children even in places you don't think possible. Stop believing in yourself and believe in God.

iampeterben:
My God bro, you dey burst my head, na PH guy go school like this? Well done baba!

God bless us all

Fajimarketplace:
You see my point. Adenta is even like outskirts Accra and very close to Madina. When you guys get excited to leave Nigeria for places like that, I'm really curious to know what the motivating factor is.

I once was accompanied by my Ghanaian colleagues to that phone market and I saw Nigerians selling phone cases. Now did they need to leave Nigeria to go sell phone cases outside?

On that haatso kwabenya road, I once saw people using head pans to do a road construction, like head pans? In this time and age. Anyways, everyone is entitled to finding their life's path. Enjoy

Truly, we sometimes never seem to value what we have.

Just be calming down okay... 1 cedis= 145 naira. Let go of the need to tell people what choices they have to make my brother.

Nigeria is good, Ghana is good... Everything is in your perspective.

There is no excitement here just God....
God moved Abraham from his father's land, God moved Joseph, God also moved Paul.

The motivation is God

My brother are you God that you know all.

Konjiboii:
That picture look like that kasoa side abi na that nyamekye side?

Around Adenta

chudez0147:
Oga be calming down. You won’t tell us when you run back to Nigeria. Lol

Up till now some Ghanaians wish to visit Nigeria and you are super excited because you traveled to Ghana by road. What would happen if you now visit South Africa? Not to worry very soon Ghanaians will start calling you kwasia

Did you run back to Nigeria?

Well everyone's take is different and I am not a runner, I fight and keep fighting.

But stop deviating. Stake your money if your a serious minded person.

If them like let them call me Mensah or waakye or shito,I will humbly accept it and keep moving. You can't stop a moving train.

Only God can do so... Chill my brother

After the Aflao Border checks were done and dusted, we started the journey inward into Ghana.

It was already dark, so I couldn’t see the beauty of the surroundings only the glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker from roadside kiosks.

We moved through Tokor to Nogokpo to Klikor to Afiadenyigba, and I kept wondering what these towns might look like in the daytime.

While we were on the move, there were several checkpoints along the road, and our pilot kept “settling” them to avoid their wrath on Nigerians.
I had always thought this was a Nigerian specialty, but apparently, it’s a West African-wide virus.
At a certain point, the pilot started cussing and fussing every checkpoint meant more money from his pocket, and his mood was boiling over.

Some of the roads were bad, and in my mind I was thinking: Is this the same Ghana people on Nairaland have been hyping?

Then came a “special” checkpoint I think it was around Sogakope at about 9:30 pm where we were asked to come down from the bus and cross on foot while the driver and our luggage remained behind for inspection.

By now, I was already tired and weary. Not because of the journey itself, but because the time was creeping towards midnight and we still hadn’t reached Tema.
I started praying quietly, “God, let this night pass me by.”

Finally, the Ghana Customs check was over. The pilot swore this was the last one. In my head, I thought, I hope so else my Port Harcourt side go come out. 😂

We rolled into the night through Kasseh, Koluedor, and Dawa. I was watching the clock like a hawk, my patience running thin.

Then, as if a spirit possessed him, the pilot remembered he could drive “Fast and Furious” style, despite the bad patches of road. Only God knows what was in my mind, but I just kept quiet.

By the time we reached Dawhenya, I could feel Accra pulling closer. My Google Maps became my emotional support app so I checked it every few minutes to watch the distance shrink.
Some naysayers in the bus confidently declared we’d get to Accra by midnight. I just smiled. Even if it’s tomorrow morning, I no go talk.

When some Ghanaian passengers started speaking Twi, I knew we had entered “their turf” which loosely translates to, “No misbehavior here, this is home now.”

As we cruised past Tema, it was mostly smooth sailing all clear, except for some “technical traffic delays” and the occasional bad road patch that reminded me we were still in West Africa.

The pilot maneuvered through them like a man on a personal mission to deliver us before the cock crowed.

Finally, at exactly 12:00 midnight, we pulled up at Accra Mall. My sigh of relief could have powered a wind turbine.

Enjoy my Ten cedis real life story? Drop that like please. Thanks

The tale of Accra mall to East legon hills loading.
To be continued…

chudez0147:
You are very good in writing bro that doesn’t mean you know what you’re saying. My wife is a Ghanaian, I’ve lived in Ghana for 16years. Been to almost all regions . I know what am saying bro.

Make it 1000 cedis and I know your serious and willing to gamble.

People who want him to increase the stake like, and people who dont want him to share.

I still repeat are you ready because my Momo is ready for you unless your not a man of your word.

Nnamdipapa:
I hope to be in Ghana around December. Its a beautiful country and people are laid back

I do hope we meet when you come for Detty December.

Hit me up Sir.

Konquest:
Interesting insights.

Thanks, just to guide others who may want to thread the path to greatness.

davies:
A good thread you have created here..
May you reap the reward of your journey broda

Amen, Blessings to us all

OllyDiamond:
Eiiiii, op so is it because of mere Ghana that you are this super excited and began the writeup by berating and denigrating Nigeria?

Sometimes, I honestly wonder the parts of Nigeria some of you stayed all your lives to find Ghana better than Nigeria.

Can you compare Accra whether the Abelenkpe, East Legon, Dzorwulu, Ridge and Cantonment or Transaco high-end areas to Ikoyi Lagos and Most City Parts of Abuja in any way apart from constant light, which is not constant as before in Accra anymore?

These days, there is light outs in Accra (though not as bad as in some areas in Nigeria). I had constant light in Wuse Zone 1 and some parts of Maitama when I stayed in Abuja and also in Gwarinpa (few weeks at Gwarinpa).

Road networks in Abuja is top notch unlike Accra that only one or two high ways without bye-passes is leading into Accra and out of Accra. In Abuja, you have bypasses in every 2-3 minutes drives with one of the best ornamental plants and lawns on culvets and at pedestrian sides unlike Accra that has grasses on the culvets in some parts.

Please, you Nigerian villagers should be ashamed a little whenever you want to berate Nigeria because it totally shows that most of you have been in ghettos simply by how excited they are about Ghana.
I have stayed in some best parts of Nigeria both in the North, Middle Belt, Abuja, East and in Lagos so I am yet to find anything in Ghana aside serenity that's so so fascinating.

Nigeria is still good, but hey we are entitled to our choices and opinions

Nnamdipapa:
Nice story. You can always download your map on google so you have access to Google map offline. I do that when I go to a new location and not sure of connectivity.

True, when I was about to do that , That was when my phone went off like Nepa light in Nigeria

erai30:
I really enjoyed the whole story more than Tinubu's government

Thank you , God blessings

chukswag:
I stayed glued

More to come. Thanks

cookingsoul:
I swear if u get d chance to go to Ghana u will Neva come bac to naija. D place sweet die

Soulja man tell em

chudez0147:
If you like believe all he wrote up there. Ghana is just like Nigeria, the only difference is the currency and people. The roads are like 9ja too. Nothing special about Ghana. Oh sorry, I love my Ghana girls.

Ghana is Nigeria 2.0

Ghana there is constant light, what Nigeria light cannot do doesn't exist.

chudez0147:
I can bet 200 cedis that his sister is in madina

Are you willing to risk 200 cedis?.

Because I may surprise you, but keep your 200 and use it to help the people around you who haven't eaten and you turned a blind eye to their needs just to do eye service here.

From Hillacondji, we rolled smoothly into Togo.
The road was hugging the coastline like it was in love with the Atlantic, and the beaches along the way were so beautiful I almost told the driver to stop so I could “mistakenly” forget myself there.

Togo people like flexing oooo.
If you see the number of people that go to the beach at Togo eh, you will marvel.

Smooth transition, no wahala until we got to Aflao Border.

That’s where the atmosphere changed.

The calm breeze of Togo disappeared, and the whole scene switched to action movie mode. Immigration officers were everywhere, documents in hand, queues forming, and people moving like they had personal missions from the United Nations.

We were told to come down from the bus and follow protocols: passport checks, questions, bag inspections.

Somewhere in between all this, my bladder decided it had urgent business. I needed to offload immediately.

At Aflao Border, to use the restroom, you must pay 1 cedi. The problem? I had no cedi yet. That’s when regret hit me like NEPA taking light , I should have changed my money at Hillacondji where it’s cheaper!

But grace came through , the guy manning the restroom let me through without payment. God bless him wherever he is.

Relieved and feeling like a new man, I decided to get a Ghana SIM card. Communication is life, and I needed to call my sister in Ghana to prepare for my arrival and of course let my family back in Port Harcourt know I had “entered the land of gold.”

The Ghana Immigration process? Fast, simple, smooth, and seamless. I had to give them kudos for doing their job like pros. No stress, no unnecessary drama.

By now it was 7:00 PM, and we were finally on the last stretch to Accra. As the bus cruised into the night, I thanked God for the journey so far and started making my calls with my brand-new Ghana SIM especially to my sister, who was going to guide me through my first hours in Ghana.

I had done it. I made it to Ghana.

Stay tuned — the Ghana Chronicles are just beginning.

Picture I took was to remind me of what I saw at Togo. Our mothers are wonderful

So we continue.....

From Cotonou, our bus was gliding along so smoothly you’d think we were in a presidential convoy. The roads were spotless, the lanes well-marked, and motorcycles even had their own right of way. I couldn’t help but still imagine : Can Nigeria ever be like this?

But as every seasoned traveler knows the closer you get to the next border, the more “vibes and inshallah” takes over.

Soon enough, we were rolling out of Cotonou and passing some toll gates, then onward until the pilot announced:

“We’ll make a short stop at Hillacondji.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but that name Hillacondji alone sounds like a movie character. It was around 5:30pm, and the driver told us to take a little break, stretch our legs, use the toilet, maybe change some currency for the journey ahead.

I didn’t waste time. I jumped down from the bus and headed straight for the first mission: empty the bladder. Thank God I did oh if not, by the time we hit the border, my bladder for don write petition against me.

Mission one complete, I turned to cross the road… and that’s when I saw it: a suya stand that seemed to be whispering my name like an ex trying to come back into my life.

As a certified meat lover, I couldn’t resist. I went straight to cure my “meat konji at Hillacondji” before we crossed the border.

While waiting for my suya to roast to perfection, I also changed some money with the Bureau de Change guys hanging around.

Fun fact — they still accept naira here, so my ₦2000 suya transaction went smoothly.

The suya was too good to keep to myself, so I shared it with a few fellow passengers who had become my border buddies along the way. Meat and travel stress ; that’s a friendship formula right there.

With stomachs satisfied and pockets adjusted for the CFA economy, we re-boarded the bus and headed straight towards the Benin–Togo border… and that’s where the real “Border Chronicles” continued.

Hit the like button to motivate me to continue. Thanks

Dadzynomolara:
Kudos Bro, please do justice to your write, I might consider with your write up. If person person no fit travelled to Europe or North America make we enta Ghana. Hope the "Nigeria Must Go" story is not as serious the way social media is painting it.

Contrary to social media news, Ghana is peaceful and Nigerians here are good except those who indulge in nefarious activities thereby tainting our image

If you have the funds to finance it, sure why not give it a go.
Am rooting for you

Dadzynomolara:
Are you still in Ghana or back to Nigeria,and by the way what took you to Ghana?

I am still in Ghana.

I am here to replant myself.

Before I continue my Real life story, I want to share some real life lessons learned so far from my journey from Port Harcourt to Lagos.

Here are some key lessons that stand out from my journey so far:

This could help anyone who wants to travel to Ghana by road.

1. Preparation Prevents Delay
Lesson: In life, don’t just prepare, overprepare. Small details can make or break a journey.

2. No Matter How Early You Start, Life Has Its Own Timing

Lesson: Learn patience and adaptability. Control what you can, trust God for the rest.

3. Resourcefulness is a Survival Skill

Lesson: When the road closes, look for the footpath.

4. Human Connections Matter

Lesson: Treat people well because help can come from unexpected places.

5. Respect Local Realities

Lesson: Sometimes, blending in and flowing with the environment is the safest way forward.

6.Cheap Can Be Costly

Choosing Chisco over YSG saved me money but cost my time, comfort, and energy.

Lesson: The cheapest option may not be the best option . Weigh cost against convenience and reliability.

7. Gratitude in Every Condition

Lesson: A thankful heart turns discomfort into a testimony.


Please more likes will motivate me and encourage me to continue. The story is long and more tales to come. Stay tuned....

By 12:10 PM, our “8:00 AM journey” finally started moving.
Praise the living GOD,Thank God.

Lagos was behind us, and the road to Badagry stretched ahead like a promise… or a warning, depending on how you see it.
It was a Sunday so I was expecting to feel the sight of the Famous Lagos traffic and I wasn't disappointed.
Some of the roads were like crocodiles teeth, One wrong move and your caught in-between traffic.
The sun was blazing like it had personal beef with travelers, but I just adjusted my cap and braced for whatever border wahala lay ahead.

Now, if you’ve done this route before, you know there’s one legendary checkpoint that can humble anybody — NDLEA at Badagry. Sure enough, our bus pulled over for inspection. One officer scanned the bus, looked at me, and said:

"Oga, you. Come down."

I came down sharp-sharp, heart beating like drums at a village festival. He beckoned me to one side for inspection. We got talking, and somehow, in the middle of our small chat, he found out I was a security consultant.

Instant change of energy. His eyes lit up, handshake became firmer, and he started nodding like we were old classmates.

"Ah, consultant! You people know the protocols now. No wahala. You’re free to go."

I laughed and thought, “See grace at work.” But as a patriotic citizen and a good Samaritan who believes in motivating “national service”, I gave him a small egunje (tip) for doing “good work” for the country. You know, to encourage efficiency. 😏

As I gave him the tip, another one just appeared from nowhere like Noob Saibot in Mortal Kombat asking for his own then I told him Esprit D' c....... Of course if you know, you know!!!!

After that, the rest of the Badagry border process was surprisingly smooth. The place was cleaner than I expected documents checked, bags inspected, and before you could say “President Tinubu”, we were done and driving off like kings.

The moment we crossed into Benin Republic, I was hit with a surprise . Porto-Novo and later Cotonou were something else!

The roads were clean, lanes were well-marked, and get this , motorcycles had their own right of way. No unnecessary noise, no chaotic horn battles. Everything just seemed… organized.

As I sat there, looking out the window, I began to imagine Nigeria.

Can Nigeria ever be like this?

Or will we keep managing potholes and traffic jams like they’re part of our national culture?

I sighed, shook my head, and faced my journey.

Benin Republic air greeted us like a cool drink after fasting , signboards in French, motorbikes zipping everywhere, and the road suddenly felt like we were in a commercial for smooth asphalt.

But deep down, I knew this was just the warm-up. The Benin–Togo border was still ahead, and the stories I’d heard about that place could make a man pray in tongues.

Stay tuned , Border Chronicles, Part 2 is loading…

So we continue…

The night at the hotel passed quickly.
I woke up with that mix of excitement and determination you feel when the road ahead leads to a new chapter.

Before I proceed…

Let me digress a little to talk about my hotel in Amuwo.
For those who know Amuwo, you know the environment.
The hotel I booked was neat and clean surprisingly refreshing for the area.

When I checked out, I told the porter I’d give them a good review because my night there was cool, peaceful, and I prayed before stepping out that Sunday morning.

Now, to place things in order:
This journey started 11th July in Port Harcourt,
I entered Lagos on 12th,
And now, 13th, I was leaving Lagos for Accra.

Initially, I wanted to book YSG to Accra, but the fare was high.
So, I chose Chisco, more affordable, but as I would soon find out, that came with its own price.
I had booked on Saturday to avoid last-minute wahala.

Sunday morning, I left the hotel for the Chisco Park.
And, as you know how parks can be rowdy, agberos everywhere, passengers heading to all corners of the country.

I bought food to eat while waiting and informed the staff about my trip. They told me to just relax.

The scheduled 8:00 AM departure started shifting.
By 9:00 AM, I was still seated, and the Port Harcourt in me started asking questions before dem go “whine my nipple” (as we say back home).

Turns out, because of bad reviews from previous Accra trips, many people were boycotting Chisco.
I even advised the staff to work on their customer feedback and rebuild confidence. Whether them go gree listen, I don’t know.

Anyway, with low passenger turnout, I sat there until 10:00 AM.
Finally, another passenger for Accra showed up, and we were told we’d be taken to the Chisco head office in Maza Maza to join other travelers.
Relief!

By 11:30 AM, we were boarding bikes , see me and my heavy load.
Chai! Son of man has suffered. 😂

We arrived at the head office, checked passports and all necessary documents for the border, then they inspected bags for contraband.

Once done, they started loading us and when I say loading, I mean like sardines with the baggage inside.

If you saw my situation, you would pity me.
But man must survive, so I entered.

They tried to soften the blow by giving us mineral and water but no food!
And this after the fare we paid?
It is well.

For me, the goal was simple , reach my destination.
So, by 12:00 PM, the journey that was meant to start at 8:00 AM finally began.
We moved from Maza towards the Badagry border.

Stay tuned… Border paroles loading.

They died in active service. rest on comrades

While riding the bike towards Mile 2, I noticed something the road was almost empty.

The Lagos Local Government elections had turned the usually chaotic streets into a quiet stretch.
But even in the middle of all that calm, I saw plenty of young men playing football by the roadside.
Life goes on.

By God’s grace, the bike dropped me safely at Mile 2.
I paid my fare, but that was just the beginning.

At Mile 2, I was greeted by the Agberos.
If you know Lagos, you know what that means.
They hailed me loudly — some calling me “Obi Cubana’s bouncer.”

Of course, I understood the game .
These greetings come with the silent code: Drop something.

So, as the “Obi Cubana bouncer” they had crowned me, I parleyed with them, dropped a little cash, and asked for directions to Maza Maza.
They pointed me to the next bike, and I hopped on.

When I got to Maza Maza, I headed straight to Young Shall Grow Park.

Outside the park too I was met by group of Agberos who wanted to try the Obi Cubana stunt. I laughed in my mind.
As they wanted to chant, na so I chant dem port Harcourt chanting na.

As dem hail me Obi Cubana, Me I hail dem Senior men, your face show, your shoe shine, your clothes starch, I salama for Obama.


Na so dem use shun me ooo.
Then I entered Ysg park in Maza Maza
There, I dropped my details with the staff so that when the luxury bus arrived, they could keep my bag safe.
With that settled, my next mission was clear: find a cheap and close hotel.
I was on a budget every naira counted.

After asking around, I found one that fit the bill. Not too costly but affordable and at least I dey see females around. You know what I mean.
Checked in.
Shut the door.
Collapsed into sleep.

Tomorrow, the real journey to Ghana would begin.

P.s : The picture was taken in the hotel in Amuwo Idofin after a lot of trekking, my legs were about to explode.

Stay tuned , next stop: Lagos to Accra.

1st pic : Ojodu Berger
2nd pic: The great Trekking journey begins