The Right Mistake “… You want kill yourself abi? You be young, strong gentleman with enough energy to work. Why you for make the same mistake wey I want make?” Baba Adewole, the sixty-two-year-old millionaire, tries to convince Abeka not to commit suicide whilst justifying why he should be the one to throw himself down the newly constructed 87 metres high bridge, Third Mainland Bridge. Abeka had graduated from University of Ghana, Legon, with a first class honour in Business Administration. His mum, Maame Adwoa, could not attend his graduation. She had spent most of her years laying on her bed. “Abeka, I have not bathed since yesterday since you left me. You want your only queen to smell eh! In fact, which lady is stealing my son from me?”
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I had to go throw a thorough and bureaucratic legal system before I could be allowed to start the company. That is exactly when I fell in love. Her name was Maame. She had dimples when she smiled. She was my secretary. Several times, she turned over my invitation to have lunch or dinner with her. She was the reason why I stayed in Ghana for two extra years. I secretly threw a party when she accepted to my proposal of taking her on a tour. Actually, she did since I knew relatively less about Ghana. Three days in the Northern part of the country saw us building a new relationship. I, for the first time, kissed her soft lips and I wanted to do more but no, she won’t allow me to go that far. Our relationship grew and became obvious to anyone who knew me. Before I left Ghana, I proposed to her to come along with me. We were both orphans who have made it through hardships. We could make a good couple. She loved her country than I thought. She said she won’t live Ghana. My persuasions were not convincing enough, I realised. The night before flying to Nigeria, I sneaked into her room in Green Oak Hotel. She smiled when she saw me. I thought she was expecting me, actually, she was. That was the last moment of seeing her. I held her waist and pressed her to the door. She smiled or may be something like that. She said “stop” softly. She blinked the tears in her eyes away and takes off my clothing. I thrust myself into and out of her despite her screams. I wanted to stop, but her screams made me think she was enjoying every
I had to go throw a thorough and bureaucratic legal system before I could be allowed to start the company. That is exactly when I fell in love. Her name was Maame. She had dimples when she smiled. She was my secretary. Several times, she turned over my invitation to have lunch or dinner with her. She was the reason why I stayed in Ghana for two extra years. I secretly threw a party when she accepted to my proposal of taking her on a tour. Actually, she did since I knew relatively less about Ghana. Three days in the Northern part of the country saw us building a new relationship. I, for the first time, kissed her soft lips and I wanted to do more but no, she won’t allow me to go that far. Our relationship grew and became obvious to anyone who knew me. Before I left Ghana, I proposed to her to come along with me. We were both orphans who have made it through hardships. We could make a good couple. She loved her country than I thought. She said she won’t live Ghana. My persuasions were not convincing enough, I realised. The night before flying to Nigeria, I sneaked into her room in Green Oak Hotel. She smiled when she saw me. I thought she was expecting me, actually, she was. That was the last moment of seeing her. I held her waist and pressed her to the door. She smiled or may be something like that. She said “stop” softly. She blinked the tears in her eyes away and takes off my clothing. I thrust myself into and out of her despite her screams. I wanted to stop, but her screams made me think she was enjoying every