TIA - this is Africa

Last night I promised you guys a little anecdote from my trip to Ghana. Now, I'm not much for letting people down so, here it is: It's about the most honest experience of my life.

One of my last nights in Ghana, I was visiting Cape Coast. A town I never visited before. Now, to get the story, you all must know my most significant character flaud: I'm heavily addicted to nicotine. In Sweden we have a thing called "snus" wich is a little pouch of tobbaco you put under your lip. I had brought with me just enough to last me the whole trip. I was not counting though on Cornelia, who had just stopped using snus a little while ago, not fulfilling her promise to herself. Long story short, she took a few pouches from me ( with my permisson of course) and now, I had no snus and a huge nicotine craving.
I just had to go look for some ciggarettes. I brought Pam ( a nice american girl) with me on my hunt.

It was lateish at night, the sun had set and there were just a few stores open. We checked each one but everyone kept saying, " look in that shop, they might have". So we were wandering in a totally unknown town, in an unknown neighberhood, two white girls getting further and further from our hotel.
We decided to go to one last place before heading back and the woman running it said " I don't have any, but follow me" We were kind of unease about following a strange woman in to an alley, but we didn't want to be rude.

Walking in to the dark alley, we started hearing some music and loud voices. We had reached a little pub-like place in the alley where people were drunk, dancing and shouting "obruni" wich means white lady after us. The lady we followed pointed us towards the bar desk and went back to her shop. I must admit I was pretty scared. I asked the bartender if I could buy some ciggarettes, wich I could. Then I asked for a ligher or matches. They didn't have that.

Now let me remind you, that a white woman in Ghana is always concidered rich. And I guess, compared to the people in the bar, we where. So, I wouldn't really blame them if they'd all just jumped us and taken our money. But they didn't.
As a matter of fact, somebody had overheard me asking for matches and the next thing I know a man was standing in front of me with a brand new box of them in his hand, giving them to me. He had gone to buy them in a nearby shop he knew carried them!
To top it off, When I offered him money for the gesture and to replace him for the matches, he just smiled and walked away!
We thanked everybody, they all waved and said goodbye and we headed back to our hotel. Now
I ask you this, where else in the world will you meet people this friendly? Poor people prepared to give away their last money to help a fellow man?
TIA, people, This Is Africa!