CHAPTER 15
Akosua
Akosua Annan. That’s me. Aged eighteen years, going on nineteen, and still a virgin. You don’t have to believe that but it’s true. And not for want of trying, believe me. (Most of the trying, need I say it, has been on the part of the males.)
I reckon I’ve stopped growing. I’ve a good body, though a little too broad for the catwalk (except in student shows) and not quite good enough to make it to the national heats of Miss Teen Ghana. Shapely legs that look even better on stilettos and nice firm boobs that can stand up for themselves without a bra for some special occasion. And, so I’m told, a lively expressive face that won me the lead in a recent University Dramatic Society comedy show.
After the National Debating Competition I seriously considered doing Law. The tr
