My expat life in Ghana, West Africa, had wonderful people in it who went out of their way to make my daily life easy and comfortable so I could devote my time to writing Harlequin romances. I was, you might say, spoiled rotten. Leah took care of the housework. Her husband Jerome, a restaurant chef, helped out at parties and cooked for us after I broke my leg in the jungle (I should write a post about that). Ali nurtured our tropical garden. Kofi the day guard sat by the gate and read the Bible, and little Emilia gave us all joy and happiness just by being her. Here’s a story of all of them going beyond the call of duty when- well, read on.
(This story was originally posted two years ago.)
