about half an hour from takoradi though , even the guiding lights of the kelewele vendors was no longer available and the two men , safely in their jeep with plenty of gasoline to take them another four hours anywhere , drove silently through the ghanaian night , worried that all the wild stories theyd heard outside africa , about africa - the untamed beasts , the thick impenetrable forests and the demon possessed villagers who could boil you and eat you were probably true .