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ghana antics ; part three

" it may seem like the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget about the people who forgot about you. "

- anon.

CHAPTER THREE

But how do you? Story of my life.

Nothing much happened with Abina and Kobe but a lot of catching up, we had all went through a glo' up that's for sure, I witnessed that looking through Abina's old diary and scrapbook.

"Grandma," I muttered that early morning eating some of the Jollof rice from the previous night for breakfast, my eyes rolled back as I sat my spoon down, "how great are you? How did you achieve this greatness."

She laughed softly shaking her head, grabbing apples, and strawberries and oranges from the fridge, along with water, and ice. Retrieving her nutri blender from the cabinet she spoke, "from lots and lots of practice, baby."

"Grandma!" Daniel yelled from the stairs causing me to roll my eyes and grandma to chuckle. "Whea' dat' rice at woman?"

"In the fridge," she chuckled looking behind her at him as he entered the kitchen. He instantly found his way into the fridge grabbing the big tuffle wear full of the beautiful tasty concoction and scooping it into a small glass bowl.

He warned it up and sat across from me, and got his grub on.

"Y/N," Grandma started, chopping up her fruits, "What's ya plans for today?"

"Imma go out," i mumbled swallowing the mouthful I was chewing on, "scope the area, familiarize myself with it again, tonight is Lee's party, Kobe, Abina, and I are probably gonna go see what that's about." I shrugged.

"Yeah," Daniel mumbled looking up from his bowl at me, "I seen Kobe he came to the court." I only nodded.

"Daniel, what's your plans for today?" Grandma asked throwing her strawberries in.

"I met this lil' shorty at the court," He started with a smirk making me sigh and put my howl in the sink, leaning against the counter with my arms folded as he rubbed his hands together.

"Here we go."

"Shorty was something special, some slight," he bragged, "I might take her out, laysomepipeforher!" He muttered the last part for me to understand and grandma not to. I laughed as he dapped me up from across the table.

"Character," I chuckled shaking my head.

"So, we goin' to da' party or?" Abina trailed off, a smile graced my lips as I smirked at her very fluent accent, as we scoped the downtown area.

"Definitely." I muttered snapping a photo of the old hotel.

"Hell yea," kobe nodded eagerly as we walked along, "all my hoes trippin' right now, i def need more!"

Kobe and I the only ones out of the three of us who didn't really live out here, he lived in L.A for most of his life and came back last year even his moms and pops divorced. Funny thing is, our grandmothers grew up together, as our moms, and now look at us.

Abina scoffed chuckling a bit as she shook her head, before looking over at me, I snapped a picture of the Ghanian flag, my flag. Her hand draped across my shoulders and I smiled once she pressed her face against mines. "I missed you a lot after you left." She sighed softly.

"No need to miss me anymore," I countered flipping through the photos I've tooken, "I'm back now. So, y'all just get ready for this party that's going down tonight."