Babes. Feels so good to see you here. Let's dive into the whole Akwesi business. Should we just call her biotch for the rest of these series? I think we should.. not. There is sorta like a happy ending. Sorta.
So after reading some comments on IG, I hear that most of you want to hear more about Kaku than Akwesi. Lord have mercy. How about we finish with Akwesi first of how about I tell you how the whole trip went not just about waist beads, Akwesi or Kaku. There is so much more. So let's go back to the airport. Kotoka International airport in Ghana. Such a beautiful airport, I was amazed by the beautiful colors and arts and various shops. A lot to take in. In between my amazement, I was brutally brought back to reality, the reality that I was in a country I had not been to for more than 15 years and worse.. a country I knew not a soul at. Besides Akwesi. The biotch.
Kaku grabs my hands and brings me back to another reality. Who is this man? And why am I feeling his other hand on my waist? Speaking of waist. I wonder how he would grab them waist beads on my hips. I shake my head. "What" I ask him annoyed. No reply. He grabs my hand even tighter and ask me "so what do you decide" "are you coming with me". If my nipples had to do the replying, the answer would be a sturdy yes, pointing north. I kill the voices in my head and calmly reply him "No. I am not. Now if you'll excuse me I have a phone call to make".
Before I can remove my hand he mockingly jokes "A phone call to who? Your ghost contact". I dislike this man. Something about his assurance. Why did I even use the 5 hours and 46 minutes of flight time fussing to him. I could have fussed to my left seat neighbour. A granny who (mind you) snored the whole flight and only made eye contact with me to interrupt my loud cackling at Kaku's jokes. I ignore Kaku and dial Akwesi phone number one more time. She picks up.
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