Chapter 1
It was on the 24th of December. Christmas Eve. I woke up expecting another normal day before Christmas but little did I know that my life was about to change. Forever.
New Twitter Notification:
"Danladi wassup? You coming to the GIG at Michael's house?"
This was a DM I got from Asamoah on the 24th of December 2024. "Asamoah," I muttered under my breath. I called him "A$AP Blackey," partly because of his love for rap and partly because he was unapologetically Ghanaian and loved to flaunt it. He was tall, dark (the real tall, dark, and handsome), and, most importantly, loaded. Rich kid problems? He had them in spades.
He was the fourth and only son out of a family of eight (5 kids, 2 wives, 1 husband).
At 18 (same age as I was), Asamoah already knew how to drive as he blackmailed the drivers into giving him car keys to go anywhere he wanted. To cut the details short, he was a spoilt brat lost in a Garden City belonging to Victoria (VGC).
Michael was Asamoah's senior in school. Did I mention how endowed Asamoah's sisters were? I don't know how they do the magic, but Ghanaian girls rock!!!
Anyway, back to reality.
Me: "Dude, I am broke. My uncle went on a trip, and I got no Transport fare, talk less of tickets to enter Michael's party."
Asamoah: "Lol! Ur 419 uncle don run from EFCC again? No worry, I go come pick you, and ticket is a boy and a girl."
Asamoah: "Please I beg you, do not bring a girl you have feelings for! Heard there will be pools and lotta empty rooms."