You don’t know how comfortable life in Ghana is. Everything comes to you and almost immediately. The tailor comes and repairs clothes for you at home, manicures and pedicures are done at home, a lady brings you a crate of eggs straight to your door, some guy comes and sells imported fruit (he always puts on an American accent when he asks if I want blueberries, raspberries, apples etc. like they only exist in another persona that his African self would not be able to sell). They all stop for a chat as well so you get the local gossip about your neighbours without technically having to meet them.
There should be a soap opera about life in Ghana. The telenovelas don’t display this kind of bliss.