McSexy: An African Inspired Romance

By Sianah Nalika DeShield

Name: Michael Abeiku Frimpong Aka Mike Frimpong

Age: 27

Nationality: Ghanaian

Net worth: $250 million United States Dollars.

About him: Yale University Graduate, MBA. Masters of Business Administrati

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writer
• Release date: Jun 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781645161899

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McSexy

Copyright ©2019 Sianah Nalika DeShield

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Disclaimer: This work of fiction is for mature (18+) audiences only and contains strong sexual content and situations.

About The Book

Name: Michael Abeiku Frimpong Aka Mike Frimpong

Age: 27

Nationality: Ghanaian

Net worth: $250 million United States Dollars.

About him: Yale University Graduate, MBA. Masters of Business Administration BBA. Bachelors of Business Administration. Millionaire at age twenty-one, CEO of Frimpong Insurance Corp. Voted number one most eligible bachelor by the women of Ghana for five consecutive years. Grand Master of the female orgasm, and serial playboy until his manhood was questioned, leaving him no choice but to accept the wager of getting a woman pregnant or pay $200,000 USD. Well, it’s on!

Name: Lilian Akosua Annah Aka Lily Annah

Age: 24

Nationality: Ghanaian

Net worth: The last time she checked, there were 300 Ghana cedis, the equivalent of $60.00 USD in her account.

About her: Shy, nerdy, insecure, and likes to think she is an average woman since she seems invisible to men and the last time she had a boyfriend was three years ago, but is she really that average? University of Cape Coast Ph.D. Candidate, Educational Psychology, Masters of Philosophy, Educational Psychology, M.Phil. University of Ghana, Legon, Bachelor of Arts, English BA, author of Affong’s Wishes, the newest children’s book set for the next academic year curriculum for the students in Ghana, beautiful dark skin, perfect hips, tiny waist, a good pair of perky tits, eyes that are absolutely beautiful, adorable, and innocent, they could make you do anything she wants, a voice that is so hypnotic it would make you go wild and submit to her, and a brain that is so sharp that it makes Mike Frimpong’s four-point zero grade point average at Yale seem less achievable.

One visit to her book launch leaves the playboy’s heart pumping and manhood twitching, not just from thinking of claiming her, but also making her the perfect woman to carry his child. Oops… she’s off limits and could cost him everything.

Is the playboy bold enough to chase her, risking everything he’s worked for in the process, or is he willing to let the one woman who stops his heartbeat for the first time walk out of his life?

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Table of Contents

About The Book

Also by Sianah Nalika DeShield

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Author’s Note

About the Author

Dedication

To all the African entrepreneurs who make our world a beautiful place we can be proud of, I salute you.

And to all the young men and women of our motherland, smart is the new sexy.

Chapter One

Mike Frimpong

Tell me you are joking, I gasp in shock, letting my big stride pull me into my opulent office building when I hear my long-time friend from Yale tell me on the phone, he’s getting married. His girlfriend of two years is pregnant and he proposed to her.

The luxurious gray and black tiles decorating the floor beckons my feet to move quietly, without drawing attention to myself from the sounds of my Ghanaian-made leather horseman shoes, shining like a military cadet ready for inspection.

My tailor-made black wool-mohair pants and white shirt fit my body perfectly as I walk, with my leather bag in my hand, into the building I had bought two years ago and made my office headquarters. I have heard countless engagements, and news about babies, since I had left Yale and moved home to Ghana to start my business, but hearing Edward talk about a wedding and a baby on its way, shocks me.

Edward has always been good with the ladies and he could get any woman he chooses. At Yale, he had three girlfriends and had no problem getting girls to sleep with him still. That wasn’t just because he was handsome and comes from a wealthy Ghanaian aristocratic family, but because he was charismatic and could get you to sell the socks off your feet. The girls loved his charm and couldn’t say no to him. No one could say no to Edward. He is a born businessman and negotiator.

I had watched in amused disbelief as Edward once made Anaishe, a beautiful Zimbabwean girl who was facing financial difficulties our last semester, sell her beautiful traditional jewelry to the girls at Yale for ten times the price she bought them for in Zimbabwe. Anaishe made five thousand dollars that semester and went into the business of buying and selling on campus. Today, Anaishe is doing well still selling jewelry.

I am serious, Mike. I found a woman who makes me a better man, so I proposed to her. She’s been patient with me all this time and when we got news about the pregnancy, it was a done deal for me. I knew I had to grow up at some point, I just didn’t know it was now until I decided to pop the question, Edward pauses and sighs in a nostalgic flair. I am beyond amazed. No man can be a playboy forever. We all have to settle someday with a good woman and have a family, Edward lectures me in a voice I don’t recognize at all. It sounds mature, wise and downright uncomfortable. I feel like the immature friend who refuses to grow up.

Man, I can’t believe you are getting married and about to be a father. Congratulations, I speak in a celebratory tone genuinely happy for my friend. We all deserve to be happy. If Edward is happy, I am happy for him. I don’t have anything against marriage, or family, it’s just that I don’t see myself getting into either any time before I am fifty.

Thank you, my friend, I wish you could be here for the wedding. But I know you won’t have the time since you are the busiest man, being Ghana’s most eligible bachelor and all, Edward teases me with his familiar jovial laugh. I chuckle and switch my bag and phone to my other hand. A man passes by and greets me, I wave to him not paying attention and head into the elevator.

"I am a busy man, but I can make time to be at your wedding, as long as I don’t have to bring a date. When is the wedding?" I ask, pressing the elevator bottom to the third floor.

It’s the fifteenth of next month. Don’t worry, I told Annie to put you in the singles corner. Maybe, just maybe, you will find a woman you might be interested in the long term, he jokes with a sarcastic tone.

Oh really? I mumble.

Yes, don’t you have a girlfriend still? Edward queries, although he knows the answer to the question. Or have you managed to get one of your many flings pregnant? Do you not have any responsibility? Edward’s voice is accusatory. Really? Now he has a fiancée and is about to be a father so he’s keen on turning me into him?

"If you must know, I don’t. And why would I get a fling pregnant? Did you hear about those things called condoms? It stops one night stands from trapping you," I answer him, not taking offense. It’s Edward; he always had a mouth on him. Moreover, he gets off by taunting me.

You must miss out on a lot of opportunities because people don’t see you as a family man. They still see a boy instead of a brilliant, successful, and educated young businessman. Edward continues in a tone I know so well. That mocking, yet, serious tone his voice shifts to in every good conversation.

Just before I can answer him with a big no, I think about it and he’s right. Yes, I am respected among the ladies for my money and playboy behavior, not because of what I have achieved as a successful businessman. The older crowd look at me like everything I have achieved is nothing meaningful because I don’t have a significant other in my life.

Your silence answers my question, Edward utters. I give a breathy sigh, getting out of the elevator as Edward continues. If you even had a baby that would give you some respect. Children are a huge deal. You have no idea the respect my Dad gives me now that I have announced the wedding and the baby. The old man even asked me to meet his newest clients on his behalf last week, Edward boasts happily. His old man has always kept him away from his business. He’s never seen Edward as a man responsible enough to represent him anywhere, not even at a party. I can understand how big this is for Edward.

No way, I yelp.

Oh, he did. That, my friend, is the power of responsibility. When people can’t trust you to take care of anyone other than yourself, they normally won’t trust you to take care of bigger issues that matter. You, my friend, must do something about your life choices. Everyone thinks you are incapable of any kind of responsibility other than your business. Sometimes, I think so too, he pauses. "What normal twenty-seven year old man hasn’t had a girlfriend? Some even say you are impotent and that is the reason you stay away from meaningful relationships so your secrets don’t come out. Are you impotent, Mike? I know you are virile – you have sex with numerous women – but are you impotent?" Edward questions my manhood and it annoys me. Oh, no he didn’t just go there. Is this guy kidding me? Did he just question my manhood? I can’t believe what I am hearing. People think I am impotent? I hear a lot of things people say behind my back when they think I am not listening, but impotent? That is utterly ridiculous!

Did you just question my capabilities as a man? I stand at the bathroom door, waiting for Edward to explain himself even though there is nothing he can say to polish this. I have already heard it.

It was just a question, Edward justifies. I enter the bathroom and put my bag down to take a piss. You don’t have a child anywhere in the world, you have never had a girlfriend, and you might never get anyone to marry you. Who wants a man they can’t sleep with twice? Even when I was a playboy, I always went back to the scene of the crime to see my handiwork. He explains.

I cut him off. That was because you are a selfish son of a bitch, that’s why. I raise my voice being derisive.

Edward ignores my comment, and continues. You don’t look back. You just move on like the women don’t matter. Edward lectures me. I take a piss and come out of the stall.

"I am a man capable of anything, Edward. I can make a baby if I want to and marry if I want to. My name is Michael Abeiku Frimpong. There is nothing that I can’t do. I am not impotent for heaven’s sake. Don’t say that! I scream loudly, my voice crackling with anger as my manhood is literally being challenged. One of my staff comes out of the stall just in time to hear me scream. I look at him embarrassed and nod awkwardly to greet him. He washes his hands and walks out, leaving my phone conversation and me alone. Is that what they all think of me? I can get anyone pregnant if I want to. The women love me. Any woman would be willing to have my baby." I boast in a matter of fact voice.

Let’s make it interesting, Edward speaks, getting my anger to increase. Just hearing his voice makes me mad now. In the next six months, you should get a woman pregnant, or….

Or what? I yell at him, feeling trapped, but I will be damned if I let Edward ridicule me anymore than he already has.

Or write me a check for two hundred thousand USD, Edward baits me ridiculously, and he says he has changed. This is the greedy Edward I know and this man won’t ever change. I am so angry, I don’t think, I just speak in a stern voice.

Done! I respond quickly, instantly regretting my answer.

Edward laughs. I will buy a boat with that money, Mike, just so I can rub it in your face and remind you of responsibilities, Edward attempts to taunt me. I look at my face in the mirror and my jaw tightens. My eyes are cold, and my chest is pumped in the air as if Edward can see and know I am a man for God’s sake. I am a man! I take in a deep breath to pull myself together so I don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pissing me off after baiting me into an insane wager.

Don’t look forward to it, buddy. You won’t get that boat if it’s my hard earned two hundred thousand you are waiting for to buy it, I reply scornfully.

Edward laughs. Honey, we have to go! A woman’s voice shouts on the other side of the phone.

I am coming, sweetie, Edward tells her.

"Your responsibility awaits you, Edward," I tease him away.

Yeah, start saving up for my boat, Most Eligible Bachelor, Edward teases back, with a snigger. Oh, he thinks it’s funny. I take a long hard breath, looking at myself in the mirror and I realize whom I am talking to. Edward had just baited me into doing exactly what he wants and I fell right into his trap. The bastard.

Did you just intentionally get me angry to do your bidding? I ask Edward with a chuckle, shaking my head. I laugh out loud, melting the anger away.

I am coming, sweetie, Edward shouts, avoiding the question as he rushes off the phone.

Edward, I shout at him, but he cancels the call and leaves me smiling on the phone. Impotent, my foot. I mutter to myself and wash my hands wondering where I will start to look for a lady who would be willing to get pregnant for me. Edward is crazy, and I can’t believe I forgot the lengths he would go to get his way. I wipe my hands and rush off into my office.

Did you get the information on Johnson Pharmaceutical? I question my secretary, Mary, as I am entering the office. Things have been crazy these past few days. We have been trying to get the Johnson Pharmaceutical contract since last week, when an opportunity finally presented itself.

I have a competent team of staff. But, we are under pressure from the board to win the Johnson Pharmaceutical contract. They have sacked Saab Insurance, their client for five years, in the name of higher rates, and lower services.

Who are they fooling? Everyone knows it was the sex scandal of Habib Saab; Fifi Johnson has been getting pressure from his board to distance the company from Habib and his insurance company.

Damn these cameras everywhere changing the lives of great men and women.

It leaves us, Frimpong’s Insurance Corp, along with ten other insurance companies, to fight on winning the contract. Johnson Pharmaceutical is a three billion dollar company with its rising stock on the international market and every insurance company in Ghana wants the contract. It has been a tough week for us. We have worked hard and we won’t stop until we get the contract.

This is a big deal for us. Getting this contract will allow us to expand our company by twenty percent. It means more money in the company’s account and more in my leather wallet.

The board was explicit when they called for an emergency meeting today.

Get the damn contract!

My staff and I have worked tireless hours and our success has paid off as we have gone from a company worth two hundred thousand dollars to one worth millions of dollars. This is the kind of contract I live and breathe for.

I love the way the board dictates to my staff and I on what to do, and what not to. It is almost amusing.

If I had the power to dissolve board membership, I would do in a heartbeat. Too bad I can’t. Being the CEO of a company means I have to deal with the board even if I don’t want to. The person who gave the name ‘Board of Trustee’ should have thought of another name. ‘Board of Money suckers’ would have been suitable. You can’t trust any of them. Also, you can’t openly hate them. Every chance they get, they will try to take your company from you.

It is why I make it my business to be good acquaintances with each board member. Some of them I chose myself, others I decided due to their credibility, acquaintances, and money of course.

Acquaintances, I say, because it’s all everyone is to me. I have few friends. Being a man with my status, and achievements, it’s hard finding people who don’t want to take advantage of you.

I see gold diggers, and bloodsuckers every waking day of my life. One may say I am leery and cynical; it’s not that, it’s just that I am not naïve. I know better.

My contacts in Johnson’s Pharmaceutical said they have settled down to three companies. We are among the three shortlisted, Mary, my secretary, assures me.

Great! I will have to meet with Richard. We need him now more than ever, I caution Mary taking my seat behind my desk. Mary hands me a report I have been waiting for all morning.

He’s not answering his phone. His secretary, Joan, tells me he’s unavailable to all those who want the contract. She wasn’t happy to hear from me. The girl is always happy to hear from me, especially when I promise to bring her Banku. This time, the Banku bribe didn’t work, Mary explains, with a disappointed look. I am not sure if that look is because she didn’t get her way this time or because the growth of this company depends strongly on that contract.

This is not good. I sigh with disappointment, looking up from the report she gave me. But I like the way they advertised the unavailability to those who need the contract. It makes us even more determined to get it. I declare, as I scratch the tip of my nose.

Did you do something to the poor girl? Mary investigates, looking at me suspiciously.

No! I blurt out, shifting my gaze away from Mary. But this only increases Mary’s suspicion of the situation.

Mike Frimpong, Mary scowls. Oh, she knows me like she knows her abc. Please tell me you didn’t sleep with Joan and run away like you do? She is Richard’s secretary for God’s sake, Mary frowns tightly. My lips start to curl and keep going until I am wearing a massive grin.

When I see Mary glare harshly at me, the words rapidly come out of my mouth. I didn’t sleep with her, Mary. She sighs in relief. I chortle making light of the situation and this makes Mary smile. Okay, I will take care of it. Don’t worry, I assure Mary, getting rid of this conversation. Mary turns to leave my office, but I stop her. Mary, talking about your Banku makes me hungry. You think I can get any of it soon? I don’t know any woman who makes Banku as well as you.

Mary smiles. I will see what I can do about it. she intones with a big smile. She knows how much I love her cooking. My eyes laugh up to Mary’s playful tone.

Mary is an efficient secretary. She has the eyes of an eagle. Nothing ever happens without her knowledge. She keeps contacts in all the top firms. Before the public knows what will happen to a company, Mary is already aware. She’s loyal, confident, fast, articulate, and charming. She’s more than a secretary to me.  With the level of friendship we have, I see her as the big sister I never had.

I love Mary’s family. Her husband is a nice man. Her two boys are simply adorable. With how good she is at her job, and how long she has been with me, we have a close bond in and out of the office. I have the utmost respect, and love for her.  

Mary brings in clients even though it isn’t part of her job description. She answers my calls, schedules my meetings, drafts my letters, and countless other things. She does all of those and more. It is why I pay her triple the salary I would pay any other secretary. I could have promoted her, but I need her as my secretary. Who would take care of my countless problems and me? Well, I am a selfish douchebag.

It’s hard finding someone who understands me the way Mary understands me. She doesn’t only take care of my professional matters; she also takes care of my personal affairs. Being my secretary lands her into shitty situations a woman of her stature should never find herself.

Countless times she’s had to threaten my one night stands away who didn’t seem satisfied with having me for one night. Numerous times, she’s had to pay girls off. There were also times when she had to seize my checkbook, and debit cards from landing in the hands of flings, and girlfriend wannabes. There were also times when the girls I gave multiple orgasms to saw it as a sign of love and got obsessed with me.

Those days were scary. You will never know the strength and power of a woman until she has a plan to achieve something. I can’t even keep count of the times Mary saved my ass. Mary knows me like a book.

Being a twenty-seven-year-old bachelor, and a millionaire in Accra comes with numerous perks. Women are always available. The guys hate you because they wish to be you, but can’t be you. The older ones assume you don’t understand what you are doing because you are young. Every day, I have to show my negotiation and money making skills to the old, the young, and my favorite breed – women.

The only thing stable in my life is my business, my long time friend Edward, and Mary, my loyal secretary and friend. Gaining wealth is my motivation. It gets boring talking to CEOs and business tycoons all day long. After all the talks of money, I long to enjoy the sensual skin of a beautiful woman.

You see, I love sex. Some may call me lecherous, or licentious. I can’t help it. I am young and single. What is a guy supposed to do?

When I was just a boy, growing up in Tamale, I paid attention to biology class and extra special attention when it came to the female anatomy when all the boys in my class were being grossed out and talking trash about girls. I was intrigued and wanted to learn everything about the female body. Some will say I was obsessed.

When I wasn’t reading my schoolbooks, I was reading books on women and pleasure. I never had a girlfriend because I was afraid of what my mother would think. My mother loved me dearly and we had a really great relationship but we were struggling and had just enough to take care of ourselves. She didn’t want to hear talks about me having a girlfriend. And like most African parents, she lied to me throughout my teenage years that if I slept with a girl, I would automatically get her pregnant. I knew she wasn’t saying the truth, but it was a common thing among African parents to lie to their children about sex. Like she told me to keep my eyes on the books, I turned to the books to teach me. It just wasn’t that kind of books she was talking about.

When I went to Yale, my roommates called me Mr. Vagina. They all claimed I had a doctorate degree in the science of the vagina and would ask me questions about how to pleasure women when they were in a desperate mood to give an impression to a new girl they met. That was when they weren’t laughing at me for knowing so much about women and how their bodies work, but never with the opportunity of experiencing myself what it actually felt like.

I was a virgin until I was twenty years old and met the beautiful Anaishe, a Zambawien goddess. Dark skin, a big Nicki Minaj kind of ass that would leave guys looking back when they walked by, beautiful white teeth, black gum, with long dark hair. She was smart as a whip, eloquent, intelligent and so downright sexy that she made all the dicks in the room stand to attention in her presence.

Mine wasn’t an exception. Little Mike stood up instantly the first day I laid my eyes on Anaishe. I wanted her, needed her and I couldn’t resist her. She was like a goddess I swore to love until the end of time.

Everything about Anaishe was perfect to me. The more I saw her, which was every day I must add, the more I wanted her. It was torture being around her. I couldn’t think straight looking at her and when she smiled at me, my reasoning was scattered by her beauty. In no time, I knew if I didn’t at least attempt to sleep with Anaishe, and get over that addiction, I would be unhinged.

I would stare at her when she wasn’t looking and quickly roll my eyes away when she did. We arrived at Yale together and attended most of the same classes. We weren’t friends and Anaishe had a boyfriend on campus. Everyone in our circle knew it.

Until one day my experiment to try weed with a group of our classmates left Anaishe taking my virginity and letting me practice everything I learned over the years. She didn’t disappoint my fantasy of her. She was an expert pleasure giver herself and that night, we rode each other to places neither of us had been. It was so perfect that Anaishe and I turned off our phones and stayed in my dorm room for three days having the time of our lives. There was no studying or reasoning done, just sweet, hardcore sex.

And boy was it memorable. Well, you can imagine a twenty-year-old virgin with cannabis in his system having sex with the most beautiful African girl who was completely out of his league. It was absolutely unforgettable. Especially when Mr. Vagina came out and left Anaishe sprawling and writhing on my bed in pleasure I was desperate to give. I had everything to prove. I had finally found someone to show off my skills. I wasn’t going to leave anything undone. I wanted to take her to places she had never been and make her never forget the name Mike Frimpong. I swear she never did.

After three days of world-changing sex, Anaishe and I agreed to forget it happened and both go our way. She didn’t want her boyfriend to know, I didn’t either. The guy was an athlete and I was a skinny nerd. I didn’t want an ass whooping. I was content with her pretending it didn’t happen because my life was never the same again. That was the birth of the Mike Frimpong you know today.

Others may say I don’t ride the same horse twice, eat the same soup twice, lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. Well, you get the point. Once is good for me. When the thrill of the first time goes away, so does my interest in her.

There is something about taking beautiful women home and making them scream. It gives me much pleasure, I feel alive. After it is over, I call Patrick, the taxi driver on my speed dial, to take her home with a thankful kiss and beautiful smile that leaves her feeling special. It’s the least I can do since she would never hear from me again. I don’t even have to give her money. Just the idea of sleeping with me makes her day.

I have a fat wallet. Fat compared to many people I know. With the money and my famous notoriety comes women who seduce me to take them home. You don’t know what the women will do to get me to strip naked. You think I am bragging? Oh no. I am not. I am truthful here. With money, you can get women to do almost anything you want. They know what they get into when they sleep with me. I am not a lying hypocrite; I can say it with pride. At least I don’t mislead people.

I am only human. What am I to do when all the women want me? I have a vast appetite for women. I have to indulge.

Money, women, sex, those are my top three priorities. Well, two since with the woman comes the sex, but you must see now how important the female body is to me. Don’t judge me! I am only honest. Those are the things that occupy my mind

I love dark-skinned women. The radiant shine of their skin… what is there not to like? I love their natural curves, their full lips. I love the ass. Oh yes, the ass.

Uhm there is something about a black woman’s ass. Some men will ask for voluptuous ass, others a tight ass and men like me will ask for a round, average ass any day. I love the way it fits in their dresses or their tight jeans. Those hips and ass can make a guy hit a flagpole.

I love the way the dark skin doesn’t fade. Nor does it wrinkle, or sag easily.

I love women, but I am not big on commitment. I can’t stand the thought of being stuck with one woman forever; having to ask for permission to get things done. I don’t need the hormonal change in my life either. One minute the women are happy and another, they are sad and can’t tell you what is wrong with them. Mostly because seventy-five percent of the time, they don’t know what is wrong with them. Who can deal with that for the rest of their life? Whoever talked about forever must not have stayed with women. Living with my aunt and cousins, after my parents’ death taught me that. I know the struggle. I would rather get a baby with a stranger than give my freedom away to one woman.

Just the thought of commitment makes me nauseated.

My promiscuity has led me to the famous, the not so famous, and the not-at-all-famous. I try to stay away from the famous because I don’t like to be on the cover of the newspaper early Monday morning. These reporters have no respect for one’s privacy.

Last year, the paparazzi spotted me with Sandra Nelson, the movie star, at the Dynastic Chinese restaurant. Before I knew it, I had flashes of light on my face. A horde of camera crew was waiting for me outside. Or must I say, waiting for her? I am not sure if she was the one who spooked our outing to the press. Honestly, I don’t care because after taking the front page for a week, I vowed to be discreet. Every headline in Accra was talking about our supposed relationship as if there was any.

Playboy Millionaire Mike Frimpong dates Movie star, Sandra Nelson.

To be honest, I liked Sandra a little more than I liked the other girls I met. I wanted to see her more than once, perhaps even get to date her. The media attention I got from our leaked lunch killed whatever attraction there was for me. She loved the attention; I wasn’t having any of it. I can’t go around all day with cameras in my face. This is not what I signed up for. I am not an entertainer. I am a businessman who loves his privacy.

Mary comes back into my office again. I know it’s to give me good news. Her eyes light up, and her lips fold with her teeth pressed to her lips. She does it whenever she’s got good news. I don’t think she realizes she does it, but like she knows me well, I know her too.

We got the contract from Mantama, Mary chirps, rubbing her hands together.

With my hands not leaving my keyboard, I look up and respond. Yes, I know. I read the email this morning on my way here. I grin, staring at the happiness on Mary’s face as it slowly fades. She’s disappointed she wasn’t the first to get the news. She loves to be the bearer of good news. I should have pretended I didn’t get the news before her. Being able to find things out before everyone else is what Mary lives for.

I see the way she’s confident when she does her thing. She puts on her adorable girlish face, one that most people won’t put on in an office environment. I snigger. We don’t have the usual boss and secretary relationship. Like I said, she’s like the sister I never had and I love her. I don’t know what I would do without her.

Like she was reading my mind, she adds, you can now get yourself the Ghanaian made Kantanka K71 you have been looking forward to. I really do admire your stand on supporting Ghanaian made inventions. I wish a lot of us would take this route and support our own. Mary reminds me of the car I have been planning to buy the end of this month. I simper, pushing my computer to the side.

"Oh yes, Mary. The car is good. It was made for us Africans, especially Ghanaians taking into consideration our harsh roads and weather conditions. It is luxurious with high performance and modern standards like other cars. I don’t see a reason why I should buy a different brand when I have everything in the Kantanka right here in Ghana. We all should be riding Kantanka in Ghana. But I wish they had a sports version of the Kantanka. I want something flamboyant and fun to show off, I explain like a salesman, folding my hands as I lay back in my chair. And what good is the money if I can’t buy the things I want to buy?" I wonder with a playful smirk, making my chair swing around.

Mary looks on, convinced. Someday, I will get myself the Kantanka Mensah. I just need to convince Kelvin it’s the right car for me, Mary speaks looking up with her index finger settled under her chin in a thoughtful manner. "Maybe I should coax him to buy it as an anniversary gift for