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I am shocked at how hard the men here work to get a woman they think has money.

That woman is primarily caucasian. Though, don't forget Stella, she of getting her groove back, was a muntu. Ghana is hook up land. Old and middle aged white women dating guys old enough to be their kids (illustrating not judging). The women are the money, and boy do they keep the dosh coming, and the brothers are their sex toys, lovers, husbands, kings etc etc. Many are the euphemisms for male ho.


Let us call him Exhibit Lucky for being Lucky Dube's number fan. We met at the bar at Big Milly's on Sunday morning. He was with his buddy. I joined in, discovered we share interests and thought I had made friends.

A few weeks later, another friend takes me back to his crib to hang with the gang. Exhibit Lucky was part of the gang. Along with his wife. They married in July, her eyes still had stars and she coudl not believe that she is someone's wife. "That is crazy, right?" was her statement.
I agreed. He does not seem a husband type.
Anyway, way, girls being girls, we started talking, bonding, gossping about how difficult men can be. She, being from the West, added that men here are rather strict with their wives. They want them back in the village doing makoti duties. "So traditional and obsessed with culture," she explained.

My groot bek added: They are just giving you bull.

Guess what? A week later, Exhibit Lucky made a public annoucement of no longer wanting me anywhere near him, his wife and life.

Why?

Coz I saw him with another "Queen", his weekend special.

The rumour mill went into overdrive telling me about how most marriages are just a sham to get a Eurpean or American visa. And how basically, any woman with some money will do. There is even a young guy married to a very wrinkled woman who ought to be going to a nursing home, not on honeymoon.