Useless Column: The trotro driver at the World Cup

I was very young then when Kofi Takliko, my brother’s friend, came to our house one hot afternoon, running around in circles and unusually singing loudly: ‘tititi tayey tititi tayey’ non-stop. He was eventually brought down and chained. He had tried the ‘thing’ for the first time; it didn’t go well. It hit the central…