As soon as it was 8am the next morning, I copied the address of where I was staying and went into town. I bought a new Nokia phone and Ghana simcard. I called my cousin and got the number of my cousin in Lagos, the one who stayed with me in Ojo. I called Lagos and told him to find Daisy’s number for me… He said he didn’t know Daisy but I told him where their house was located. He promised to get it when he returned from Market.
I stopped a taxi and asked where the Ghana ministry of transport was located. The cab took me there. I walked to the first office and waited for my turn. When it was my turn, I approached the fat black lady sitting behind the desk and told her that I had forgotten my bag in a cab with number 4101. She pressed some keyboard combinations and told me the company where the taxi was registered. She gave me their address too. I took another taxi to the company. It was located in the Tudu area.
The office of the cab company was located on the ground floor of a large building. A very dark man was seated behind the desk. I introduced myself as Mr Zuby and told him that I needed the phone number of the man who drove taxi number 4101. After writing my name down, he gave me the phone number. I thanked him and left the office. 100 meters down the road, I called the cab driver. His name was Wakaso. He said he was out of town but would return in an hour.
I walked down to a shopping mall and browsed inside the shops while waiting for the cab driver. He called me an hour and half later and said he was in Tudu area. We met at the Spare parts market area.
”Mr Wakaso, I am going to ask you a straight question which will fetch you $20 Dollars if you give me the answer that I need” I said to him.
”Master what is it” he said.
”You picked up a girl at the Golden Gate hotel yesterday evening. I forgot my phone inside her bag and I couldn’t find her. I want to know where you dropped her off” I said.
”Ah Master, she stopped at Adama avenue where prostitutes stand on the road” He said.
He described the place but I told him that I didn’t know it.
Adama avenue was near the Ghana national Museum.
I opened my wallet and handed him a $20 bill.
”This is for the answer you gave me but I need to go there and see if I could find her” I said.
We drove north-west to the area and found nobody there. He said the prostitutes usually came out in the evening. He also pointed to a hotel down the road where they usually took their customers to. I thanked him, paid him off and walked inside the hotel.
It was a sub standard hotel with dirty rooms and old wall air conditioners.
I walked into the reception and asked to see their rooms. The brown tooth middle aged man took me upstairs to the rooms and showed them to me. None of them was good enough but I was not there for pleasure. I paid for a room from the Cedis I had gotten from the exchange market in Tudu while I was waiting for the cab man.
After the payment, I walked down and out of the hotel. There was nothing to do, therefore I took the bus down to the beach and sat on the sand while looking into the deep blue sea. It was wonderful to watch nature. There were very few people at the beach since it was just past 12pm, girls with skimpy dresses showing of their bodies, few white people on dark eye glasses, some middle eastern men sitting under coconut trees and some Africans walking up and down the beach.
The beach triggered the memories of Efuah, the first Ghanaian woman I had dated back in 2001. She had married a Ghanaian when I traveled to Germany. She lived in United Kingdom with my daughter.
Later in the afternoon, I walked to a small bar near the beach and wanted to drink some whiskey. The problem was that I needed a clear head to operate in the night. I had a feeling I was going to meet Chinelo. I was going to make sure I tracked her down in Accra. She must pay for the insult.
As a result, I decided to buy a can of water and drank it while walking along the ocean. I wanted to ride a horse but I wasn’t in the mood to enjoy myself. The rat had destroyed my entire trip to Ghana and I regretted giving her that opportunity.
About 4pm, I called My cousin back in Lagos. He said he had not returned from Idumota. I reminded him to get me Daisy’s number as soon as he returned. Zainab and others can wait until I returned to Lagos.