It was one of those hotel rooms where men who work in the lower ranks of Ghana’s civil service take their newly acquired girlfriends to for a ‘short time’. The walls were a strange shade of white; the bed had sheets that must have been white once upon a time, and the cleaner consistently missed the rat dropping that clung stubbornly to the wall beneath the air conditioning unit. He had spent two nights in my bed, ... [Read more]
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