I remember my days as a little girl running the morning errand of finding the freshest and loveliest bread for the family breakfast. Days that I run a bit late, I wouldn’t find any fresh bread as all would have been sold out. Ghanaians! we love our fresh bread, they go like hot cakes! I would move from one local bakery to another with the hope of getting my hands on one. Some of the bakers were so nice, they would save a loaf or two for me, some would even go out of their way to bake me a little bread man. It was always something I looked forward to. Guess what? The little bread man, always and almost never ever made it home with me. It was yummy in my tummy, on the journey back home!
