I was only seventeen when I left my village (Saboba) to come to university in Accra.
My mother accompanied me to the bus station and wept as I boarded alone. I was a village girl who had never even been to the capital of the region. In my bra were all her savings including a little from my very reluctant father. This was however only enough to cover my fees and transport.
When I got to Accra, the only money I had left besides my school fees was 2 cedis, 50pesewas. At least I was sure of a ball of kenkey.
I had no hall, no hostel, no bed, no space to lay my head. So I alternated between the hostels of the people I knew from SSS. They were not always welcoming but I had to shut my ears to their insults. How do I mind them when I have nowhere to go?
To keep body and soul together, I struggled!
One blessed afternoon, as I did my usual walk from the Jones Quartey Building towards the N block, Allah himself smiled upon me: A shinny black Mercedes SUV pulled up right next to me. Initially I kept walking because there was no way somebody in that ‘devil’s chariot’ could be talking to me!!
Would You Tattoo Your Wife/Husband’s Name On Your Body In The Name Of Love?
Just ask people on Facebook or Twitter to share their experience concerning the crazy things they have done in the name of “I’m in love” and you will be marveled at what you will read after. I’m not asking you to tell me the crazy things you have done over the years [or still do] in the … Read more