Caesar Is Black

Dope Game in the Dope Game

Tag: Africa

Rhetorical Questions

I’ve been seeing a lot of some basic questions recently.

A good example.

Where to find all the fine sistas?

The thing really is knowing where to look. A lot of these questions are followed up in a way that shows who has table stakes. Not having been to Africa, is one of the good ways to still have questions about where to find fine chicks with melanin.

The old excuses were that it was far and exotic and didn’t have paved roads. Unfortunately everyone who wrote those books has been dead since the 80s, and the continent is nothing like you see on TV.

Put it this way, I sent my boy some pictures of recent escapades. And he was asking me if I was in the A.

Outside of appearance the girls are way off though. There is a little something called personality. Even though you’re not sure if she’s going to ask you for money half way in to bed. Keeps things from being boring at least.

Anyway, those who are interested can figure it out easily enough. It’s not that hard, but apparently talking about it on the internet is a bit taboo. At least, I couldn’t find much info about the low down until yours truly put it up for public consumption.

Tempted

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.

Next Time

It’s past the Total and then just follow the road around. I drop this to the taxi driver and he pulls out of the junction. We’re headed up in to the hills of Accra, it’s late and I’m cross faded having just come back from the Center and a beach party that had more than its share of tree floating around by the end of the night.

That seemed to be the way here, and no one said anything when my host sparked up. She came and sat next to me, took her hits and passed the spliff over my way. The waves and music hit the air. I laid back and enjoyed the moment.

Only a few minutes from the spot and a bed and an even later night. The hills of Accra are filled with half-finished McMansions. They sit empty, concrete shells. It looks like the suburbs of Los Angeles are going up in the outskirts of Ghana’s capital city. We roll in to ours and hit the gate. The lights flood the courtyard. I follow her around back and she opens up the back door. Except for us two. There is the offer of mangoes but really it’s just her excuse to get me in to her room and close the door to the empty house.

The taxi driver slowed and flipped on the car lights. Checkpoints. Par for the course at this time of night and on the way in to my hood. He says some stuff in Twi to the driver. Our driver laughs and the cop waves us on.

Osu Days and Nights

Been making major moves so early in the year that I might just have to retire for the rest of 2018 to let the rest of the competition catch up. Of course that’s not our way here, and we’ll be keeping feet on necks for the rest of the year.

In the meantime though, some straight dope from the underground on how to navigate places where you can actually live life to it’s fullest.

Starting with Accra, Ghana.

Osu is the main spot for nightlife, and you’ll find a mix of expats, locals, and other hangers-on out on the town regardless of day or night.

A quick run down of how to make the right moves if you find yourself here:

Hit the Root Apartments and Hotel for a day drink and a good view. The pool area up top opens in the late afternoon. You’ll want to chop it up for a bit in the main restaurant and then make your moves upstairs once things get popping. Small place, but the view is great and you’ll find plenty of people to chat up and do your thing.

Ghana is ganja friendly, so make sure to cop some of that. Just ask around and you can score big for the low.

Chill out in the main area, spark a spliff, make conversation, watch the sunset and wait for the night to turn.

The Shisha Lounge in Osu is a good spot to post up for the dinner time and order some tabac along with your wood-fire pizza. If you are still dry at this point, hit the hotel next door to get whatever you need. Don’t be surprised if you see some cats sparking up in the back area. Like I said, ganja friendly. Keep it to the back cause you don’t want any trouble from the 12, but really it’s a matter of being smart and figuring out who to talk to.

If you’re done with those moves, you can hit Bloom Bar which is a quick jaunt by taxi or foot. Another good rooftop locale where once again you can blaze up without issue.

For nightlife, Firefly will serve you well and keep you occupied until early in the morning with some fly trees and flyer chicks. Notable mention goes to Tea Bar and Blue House. 

In Accra there are a lot of working girls especially in Osu because it’s expat Central and girls can make good money there. I was only there for a few days but was running a gambit about my friend in the states who is a working girl but how I like to actually know a chick. Just be chill have some Cali swag mixed with Chocolate City street style and you can clean up without dropping cash.

The girls of Ghana are fine as hell (though there are some other locales in West Africa that I will be dropping soon enough with even better). You’ve got your locals, and also plenty of visitors from the States and England. You’ve got your diaspora chicks who are coming back to get a taste of the homeland. English is all around though the local ones also speak mostly Twi so learn up on some phrases and get an easy in.

Of course melanin is the name of the game, and you’ve got to be down with that. Though there were some fly Arab expats and some white chicks to be had on the down low, no one is trying to mess with that when you’ve got fine sistas turning heads at every corner. Get in your shades and enjoy.

I played the hand laid out above and cleaned up, so bring the heat and you’ll do just fine.

 

Interceptions

THE Nigeria Customs Service, Federal Operations Unit, Zone ‘A’ Lagos in the months of January and February through its anti-smuggling operations, have realised about N1.3 billion, even as it intercepted various contraband and other goods with Duty Paid Value, DPV, of over N713 million. The unit through its interventions recovered N650.3 million from duty payments and demand notices on general goods that tried to beat the system from seaports, airport and border stations in the guise of false declaration, transfer of value, and shortchange in duty payment. These yielded N1.4 billion into the federation account in the two months under review.

A statement signed by the Public Relations Officer of the Unit, Jerry Attah, and made available to Vanguard showed that 197 different seizures were recorded comprising foreign parboiled rice, frozen poultry products, vegetable oil, smuggled vehicles, Indian hemp, arms, fake pharmaceutical/medicaments and various general merchandise.

Nigerian customs is turning over some product.

Don’t get any ideas.

by Black Caesar