I chipped a tooth today, took a whole corner off, in fact. Unlike in the song, I didn't fall upon the ground, but rather bit upon a rock in my rice.
I've been eating the local red rice despite the rocks because it's not possible to find unpolished imported rice, so I guess I had it coming.
Despite the whole "local vs import" hoohah I wrote about some while back, seeking local is still instinctive for me, and I wonder if I would not have eaten local rice if I knew this would happen.
I wonder how many Ghanaians chip their teeth every year. I wonder where/if/how they get them fixed.