Keep fitting has been a childhood fantasy. I loved the way a group of young people jog to the Korle Lagoon and have aerobics and other forms of exercises. 

I had a little worn out sneakers and a pair of sports pants and shirt. This was all I needed but I also needed to inform Aunty  Fausty, my mum about it. She wouldn’t let me go but if I leave early and come back early She wouldn’t find out and there would be no wahala. 

As usual, I woke up a little bit later than the 5am but I was determined to do this 6 kilometre cross country running. I had all my accoutrements ready for my escape. 

The first few kilometres was good and going alright until I got close to the  mortuary area near the korle Bu hospital. I was gasping for air to breath and sore afraid jogging alone in that area. I saw a nice lady run pass me. Well that was were I managed to gather some courage and run jog behind her hoping to catch up with her and if possible strike a conversation and who knows.

Little by little I was at the estuary of Korle where the lagoon meets the sea the same place they call the lavender hill. My excitement had no boundaries just seeing  hundreds of people exercising and doing aerobics. Others took to playing games like volleyball and football down the other end were the fisherfolk also. I stood there amazed at myself and then realised that whatever you determine to do, once you put in an effort you will surely get it done. 

Right in my eyes everything around me was inviting. It was a magnetic field pulling the inner me to itself. Maybe a little of everything wouldn’t spoil the fun. But didn’t know what was in there for me. In my anxiety and dilemma someone tapped my left shoulder.