The Beginning


In early 2002, i traveled to Ghana for the first time. I had met Boniface, a yellow short guy from Anambra state at a burial ceremony. We got talking about business and he told me that he imports Nkatie Burger from Accra. The burger was small peanuts with one grain of groundnut inside each nut. He had said that he supplied the goods to some retailers in Idumota market Lagos Nigeria.
The following week, i agreed to give the business a trial. My main drive was the prospect of going to another Country; not the profit.
I went to Lagos Island and changed some naira to 3000 dollars. We got to Cotonou and boarded a 505 Station wagpn to Lome. That was my first time in the city. We arrived Lome in the night, so i had no opportunity to take a good look at the city. We stopped at the Lome-Ghana border town called Aflawo. The border towns were located beside the Atlantic Ocean. While we waited for the man who was supposed to cross us into Ghana, i strolled down to the ocean beach to have a look. It was night and there were not many people at the beach. I also avoided venturing further down the ocean shores because i had some dollars with me.
Strangely i paid much more security attention to the 3000 US dollars in my pocket more than i had ever done to its naira or CFA equivalent.

I approached two ladies smoking cigarette and asked them to give me one. We got’chatting and they told me their names which i cant remember now. They were togolese girls who lived not far from the border. I told them that i was a Nigerian who was going to live and work in Ghana; I didnt want them to know that i was a businessman.
Worthy to note was that i used all kinds of methods to protect my money; lies, deceptions, tricks and every other method i could think of.

I sat beside one of them and lied about how beautiful she looked even though i knew that the blue light bulb hanging above us played tricks to my eyes.
They were sexx workers because one of them told me that we can make out in their place if i could pay her. I told her that i was going to inform my friend so that two of us could go with them. I disappeared out of their sights and never returned.

Time to cross the border was a few minutes away. People had gathered around a man who claimed to be an immigration officer. We all paid him equivalent of N500 naira each and he diasppeard into the darkness. He came back twenty minutes later and asked us to follow him. It was still very dark. He led us through the ocean shores for about 5 minutes until we reached another busy border town. My friend Boniface announced the town as Aflawo Ghana. A hiace bus was already waiting to take us to Accra. We got to Accra around 5am and waited inside the bus until the day broke.
We took a taxi to the warehouse where we were supposed to buy the burger only to see some Igbo boys from Idumota already packing everything. Boniface recognized one of them and approached him.
It happened to be that the guy was among those Boniface supplied the Burger a week before in Idumota. Boniface was angry because the guy was still owing him from the last supply. They had seen the address on the cover of the burger and came to Ghana before us.

The only option facing us then was to buy a different thing or go back to Nigeria with our money. We drove back to the Accra city center. Boniface told me it was time to go back but i was interested in touring the city, so i told him to go. He left Ghana that morning while i stayed back in Accra. I asked around and got a small map of Accra. I first of all visited Nkrumah sqaure, a very busy comerce center where first class super markets and malls were located. I bought a springle and ate while i window shopped for hours. Then i went to Accra Township stadium. Finally i went to the beach. The sight of the ocean was so glorious as it stretched for hundreds of miles until it somehow touched the sky.
I had no bags or even change of cloths, just my Cotonou handset and some dollars. It was at the beach that things started to get interesting.
Efuah, a beautifully endowed tall slim dark girl was swimming alone. I had watched her for a few minutes and had decided to make a move. A lot of things attracted me to her; her curves, her height, her weight and above all, the bikini and the two heavy round objects hanging on her chest. I strolled down towards her direction and sat down near her small bag and sipped on the small bottle of hot drink i purchased at Nkrumah square. She slowly came out of water and headed straight towards me/her bag.
”Hi” i said as she bend down to towards her bag. She looked up and smiled.
”I saw you from up there and decided to come closer and have a look at your wonderful body” I said.
She smiled again and murmured something i believed to be some Ghana native language.
”What is your name” i continued.
”Why do you want to know” she asked.
Her response increased my hope.
” I wanted to meet with a beautiful Ghanaian woman before i travel back to Nigeria” i said. I must have striked an interest of hers because she stood up instantly and asked ” You are from Nigeria?”. I nodded with a smile.
” What are you doing in Ghana” she asked.
”Nothing much, just sight seeing” i lied,
”I got bored in Nigeria and decided to look around west Africa coastal cities” I continued. ” So far, i have seen Cotonou and Lome, my next stop is Abidjan.'”
” wow” she exclaimed.
”It must be costing you a lot of money” she said.
”I dont really care about such things, my happiness comes first” i lied again.
”You havent told me your name yet” i fired again.
‘Efuah’ she said.
“what does it mean in Ghana” i asked.
She said something i couldnt recall now.

”Would you like to show me around Ghana today” i asked.
”I am going back to school in Kumasi today” she said.
” but if you will promise to pay for my hotel room this night, i will take you around Accra and leave for school tomorrow” she said.
I smiled and said ” deal”.
She dressed up and asked me to bring her bag and follow her.

  • these Ghana girls are different from Nigerian girls, they command men-

I carried her bag and walked beside her as if we had known each other for long. We left the beach and she called a taxi. We drove for about 25 minutes until we arrived at a high gate. She knocked and a gateman opened up. She entered and motioned me to follow her. I did. We entered a magnificent duplex. She took the bag from me and asked me to have a seat. She went inside a room. Two minutes later, a woman came out from nowhere and looked at me suspiciously.
”Young man, who are you” she asked
”Mom, she is Ziko from Nigeria, i met him at the beach and he is going to take me out tonight”.
”Zubby” i corrected.

  • I was surprised at how relaxed she was while introducing me, something i have not witnessed in Nigeria-

” Take good care of her and bring her back on time” the mother said.
” Mom, i am not coming back; i will leave for school from Accra in the morning” Efuah said.

  • I was ready to jump up and bolt through the door and run for my life. I was uncormfortable with this free and strange method of introduction-
    ” remember what i said about too much alcohol” the mother said as she walks towards the exit door..
    I just kept quiet and listened to them, looking from one face to another while they talked.
    Efuah went back to the room and came out later with two packed bags. I took one and we left the house. We trecked for a few minutes and stopped another taxi.
    We drove back to Accra and found a three star hotel.
    I insisted on paying for the room but she refused. She paid by herself and told me that i was the guest in Ghana. She joked that i will pay back anyday she visited Nigeria. We laughed at the dry joke.
    We left her bags in the room and went down to the bars. I ordered for a full bottle of Johnny Walker and Ice.
    She drank like a fish despite the warning her mother gave her. We drank half of the contents and she took me by the hand and led me upstairs while i carried the remaining drink.
    She unlocked the door and got down to business instantly. She pulled out my blue shirt and my singlet, threw them at the only chair in the room and went for my trousers. I was still unprepared for the drama as i stood like a tree watching with excitment as she stripped me n*aked and started rubbing my dicck with both hands.
    *You are going to fvck a Ghana girl*
    My naughty mind shouted inside my head.
    I cupped her breasts with both hands and started squeezing them as she swallowed the whole length of my . I moaned with pleasure. My mind wondered to the Dollars i left in my pocket and the whole pleasure varnished. I just stood there pretending to be enjoying the work out while i figured out how to protect my 3000 dollars from this fearless beautiful girl. One thing about me was that everybpdy becomes a potential thief whenever i am with money. This beautiful girl was no different. I decided to enjoy the moment while remaining vigilant as much as i could. She stood up and turned her back for me to unzip her long gown. I did and unhooked her bra too. She removed the cloths and turned around. Facing me was two heavy smooth welcoming br+easts. I pushed her slightly to the bed ans suckked on the melons one after the other. She moaned and held me tightly while i suckked on them. I drew some milky liquids out of them as i suckked harder and harder. Then she suddenly turned me around and as she mounted me, i pointed at my trousers for her to get a condom from my wallet. She held one finger across my mouth and mounted me. She enveloped my JT with her wet pusssy and moved up&down while i raised my arse to meet her thrust. A few minutes later, i climbed down from the bed and dragged her with me. I stood in the middle of the room and carried her up in front of me until her cunt was touching my Joystick. Then i slowly inserted my Dick into the open cunt and started moving her back and front. She kissed my lips while i kept raising her in out and in towards my dick. I got tired of carrying her and slowly laid her on the bed while my Dick was still inside her vegeeina.
    She cried out softly as i pumped in and out of her in a world of pleasure that made me forget the dollars on my trouser pocket. She had climaxed twice ready while Mr Johnny Walker was holding my liquids from jumping out.
    I hit the walls of her veegiina several times while brushing the clit*oris on my way out. Finally i exploded inside her and stayed inside her for two minutes while we both breathed heavily. I kissed her and climbed down,
    I took my trousers inside the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I was not going to leave her a lone with my money.
    She met me inside the bathroom while putting on my trouser and smiled at me.
    ” that was the best fvck i have ever had” she said with all seriousness.
    ” You Nigerians are better in bed” she continued.
    -Damn, i was a good Nigerian ambassador in Ghana Afteral. If only the Obasanjo administration had recognized that and rewarded me-
    We cleaned up, dressed up and went downstairs and into the Accra city….

Watch out for the remainder of the Accra Night.

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