Efuah Kuffor, my beautiful princess left for Ghana on 29the December 2001. I saw her off to Enugu airport where she boarded a flight to Lagos before connecting another flight to Accra Ghana. I called her from a pay phone later in evening and she told me how their flight nearly crashed while landing in Accra. We thanked god for chasing satan away from crashing the flight at the last minute, then we reminded each other how miserable life was until we found each other AND how miserable life would have remained if we had not found each other. By February 2002, i was invited to Ghana by her Parents. After excuses and counter excuses, i decided to go to Accra again. It seemed that their little daughter Efuah wouldn't talk about anything else except Zuby. She was the only daughter and unlike Nigeria, her parents were not so bothered about having another child or a male child. I was told to use flight to Accra but unfortunately i had no international Passport. I used cars to Accra via Cotonou and Lome again. On the evening of 15th Match 2002, i arrived in Accra but this time, i came with a small luggage containing a pair of my Italian MISTER shoes and a sports canvas. Two pairs of jeans excluding the one i wore to Ghana, My GSM alcatel which unfortunately works only in Benin Republic then, some condoms and Money. They sent a driver to pick me up at Nkrumah square area. In other to maintain my dignity, i directed the driver to take me to a hotel where i rented a room for four days and paid once. Then we drove to their family house located at about 25 minutes outside Accra Center. My little girl was not at home when i came, so my stay there was somehow awkward but i managed to stay out of everybody's way. The mother seemed to be in control of the house as she directed the affairs and even sent the husband on small errands around the house. *Something i had not witnessed in Nigeria* I was invited to the Dinning table which was decorated with apples, oranges, steaks, pork meat etc etc. Eating was difficult but i managed to maintain my dignity by not rushing the food. I also learnt by force, how to eat with knife. * I grew up in the village where we ate almost everything with metal spoons and here was I forcing myself to eat with a knife* After numerous efforts on the food, i managed to stuff enough meat and vegetable into my stomach and declared myself filled up.
I was curious as to why her father did not show much interest in me. It was the mother who bombaded me with questions ranging from: What do you do to how much i loved her little girl. Ofcourse i loved her little girl, why else would i travel all the way from Nigeria to that place. After the food, i sat in the sitting room watching a Nigerian movie starring Pete Edochie and Nkem Owoh. The name of the movie was 'Ikuku' or something. Nkem Owoh known as Osuofia in the movie had been chosen to become the head of the village deity, but unfortunately he was a drunk and a loafer. The Igwe and the elders were deliberating on what to do next when Efuah came back to the house. After hugs and kisses in front of her mother, she declared that we were going out. I had nothing to say about it so i kept quiet and followed her orders like a Nigerian Soldier.