From The Bucket Men To Twon Brass (2) By Patrick Naagbanton

I saw the Icelanders leader talking to the boys (running the boat restaurant with their mother) in low tones. He was asking question about which of the girls is my girlfriend, because he suspected that I am a military man. When he was able to establish that none of the girls were my girlfriend, he ordered his men to drag the third one (the underage girl) to him. The older girl noticed it and protested immediately. “Come, who be you? You wan die? We will sink dis boat ooo if you shake!” One of the Icelander boys thundered, while their commander smiled too. Continue reading →