On the shores of Labadi beach, she stood: The mere sight of her had something carnal to the mind. To make herself comfortable, she wandered to and from the very end of a place to the other to find herself a suitable place where she could well be sighted by anybody who passes by.
The protuberating nipples of her breasts through her swimming costume had the tendency of arousing a man''s feelings, and the slightest sight of her hips had a solution to an impotent man.
The wind blew and disheveled her hair as she paced along wigwagging the two balls at her back. She finally found herself relaxing somewhere on a plastic chair she found there.
She reached out for a magazine in her bag and flipped through it: Something took over her thought and the liveliness she used to watch the picture in the magazine fell. That was very obvious when she closed the magazine and stared at the sea,
Adzi, a student of Accra High International was a very beautiful girl indeed! Her slim, lanky and pretty looking figure made her always a dream to all those who lived around her vicinity.
Her academic performances however leave much to be desired. Adzi would have been a more beautiful girl if she had made the mind of sparing some few hours with her academic work.
On that faithful and chilling day that she was at the beach, what distracted her from the magazine was when she became obsessed with Demanya on seeing a lovely picture; two lovers were in a mood she could not resist. Warmly in each other''s arms, Adzi felt the presence of Demanya around her immediately. She whispered out; "Demanya, you are always the man of my dreams. Don''t ever go out of my life, you are the only one of my heart"
No one will and can ever blame her for her academic in-excellence. She was no better than a doll in the house. The petting alone the mother gave-her, had no guarantee on her to discharge any domestic duty.
The authority of her powers in the house had an extension on the housemaid too. Those who entered the house at times had the strongest conviction that, Adzi was the madam of the house. She shouts as if, she was once a retired commander of the Girls Brigade and was commanding for quick discharge of duties.
Thewhite omega whirled into the house and made a stop in front of a white house under a well-flourished mango tree. A tick, tall and handsome young looking man came out of it; well dressed in a blue Hoffman Jeans and a white cotton long-sleeve shirt. The sleeves were folded up to the lower part of his arms – the ulna. He slouched into the hall of the beautiful looking house with a long stick of ST Moritz, wedged between his fingers and gradually made himself comfortable. Nobody needed to tell you how drank he was; because of the way he walked and the strong slamming of the door.
A man in his well frame of mind would not have behaved in such an indecent and careless manner!
He reached for a lighter on the coffee table and lighted the stick of the cigarette wedged between his fingers, drew it to the mouth and puffed out a swirling smoke which could make a person who had not stayed in any Africa kitchen or witnessed a smoke of such magnitude before, feel dizzy!
In the room were stuffing chairs, television, a deck on a beautifully furnished room-divider and a center table lying proportionately to the three-in-one sofa. On it, were two flower vases containing sweet smelling flowers and in-between the vases were schnapps with a mug beside them. The wall-to-wall carpet rolled in the room would have caused some class of people not to buy bed and mattresses; very soft and comfortable! The room did not portray the type of drunkard and smoker he was. He scratched the rest of the ashes on the ash-tray and finashed himself onto the carpet and gave out a loud snore.
Demanya is an epicure; he enjoys himself in expensive restaurants in the country.