I was feeling very h*rny but I was also feeling very lazy. And I didn’t want to lift a very heavy thigh. I managed to raise my hand and laid it carelessly across his chest. And like clock work his eyes opened.
It really was easy getting a man’s attention I thought. One of the reasons I was definitely coming back a woman, or better still a 21st Century Woman.
I loved my friend Sandra. She was all Ghanaian, born in James Town, British Accra lol, but bred in the United Kingdom of Great Britain, London since age twelve.
So even though Sandra hadn’t come home in almost fifteen years, girlfriend had stayed true to her Ghanaian-ness. She spoke and understood some broken Ga, loved her kenkey and fish from kenkey house and her favorite Ghanaian song was still ‘Aben wo ha’. Trust me I had told her a zillion times Ghanaians had moved on to Sarkodie and recently a slightly crazy one… uhm… oh Shatta Wale.
There was little wonder why Sandra was over the moon to come back home during the 2012 Christmas. She never stopped talking about it and honestly her friends who lived in London but had come for the occasional Christmas’ and funerals were getting tired of her ranting.
Yeah so they had enjoyed the attention the Ghanaian men gave them when they realized they were visitors in town, and the fact that everybody wanted to do things for them at family gatherings, the parties, the food, the azonto, the rasta, the weed… Oh lets not forget the fact that when they changed the mighty pound sterling to cedis they pretty much owned the town. They loved the pecks but they still hated the bad roads, the dumso’s were particularly annoying and the constant money-begging scenario was a real nightmare.
Still Sandra was the happiest person in the world traveling to a West African Country that Christmas.
I picked her up at the airport; she was in awe most of the time. She didn’t quite know what to expect so she basically just soaked it all in. Next day I went back for her at nine in the evening for a party. As usual she got all the attention on arrival. Later a man walked up and asked her to dance. She got right to it. I was a little confused at the speed at which she accepted the dance. Our Ghanaian ladies style was to decline at first and then get coxed into it gradually and then perhaps when the man got down on his knees we would… uhm go and move a muscle.