“We are two…” he said.
I have seen quite a few beautiful women, but, well I do not know how to say this, but once in a while you see a beauty that makes you blind and yet not blind at the same time.
When the man stepped into the car I knew there was something wrong. It was not the way he was dressed, he looked decent, but there was something wrong…
I just could not put my finger on what it was.
I looked out the window as the colourful scenery whizzed by, seeing what everyone in a speeding Accra car sees.
A market-woman here, oranges there…delectable salmonella-riddled sugarcane chunks all neatly wrapped up and packaged…a roadside industry. The “manufacturers” stood guard by their products, fabricating new packages right before my eyes.
I leaned back into my seat, wondering how and when I was going to tell daddy the bad news.
The driver took a sharp turn, and my stomach did a little fillip as he leveled out nonchalantly—oblivious to whatever discomfort his d…