The girls in Ghana are thick in all of the right places. I had been enjoying the lithe girls of the surrounding Francophone countries but now was a time to indulge.
The driver had recommended an area in Osu where he said a good drink and some fly girls could be found. Somehow we had gotten on the topic of Dancers. He wasn’t big on the local populations abilities. His advice had been to go to the club. For the fine girls, more money was to be had there than up on stage.
I wanted a drink and some female company regardless, and it was late enough that I was open to persuasion. He dropped me at the spot and sped off. Inside the music was going and the place was already packed. I had finally gotten the message that stepping out before 2am was counterproductive unless you had an early evening move. By now though, the spot was humming and I hit the room.
My English if anything was rusty. A few weeks working my mouth in a romance language will do that, but the girls were easy going and I chatted up the room as I went to get my drinks.
Eventually there were some that hooked in at the bar. Sort of affiliated group of younger girls. Dressed for a night out on the hunt.
Sometimes, my mind flashes out to the possible futures. They are waiting for me to make a move, but I haven’t decided if I want to try and dodge throwing down some cash. Could be easier to just pay the Cedis. I could have them both for the rest of the night and it wouldn’t put me out the cab fare to get here. I put the thought out of mind for a bit, order another whiskey and keep running my mouth.