Ten Chapters

CHAPTER 1

I was getting comfortable. A little too comfortable. I was everywhere; with everyone, poking my nose into little conversations, creating a major and deadly debate and then suddenly "cameleoning" myself into the environment.

It was fun! People felt my presence and felt my charm. They had heard tales about my forehead and the ravishing beauty it carried. The big controversy was the issue of my innocence. One could not put a right hand on the chest and declare me as "naughty" or "innocent".

I had the swag of a devil. I still do. My fashion sense could only be described with the most professional term " boujee!"

I had the looks; as I said, I carry a forehead that made people ask the most stupid question in the history of stupid questions. "Are you related to Kwame Nkrumah??"

Seriously?? I am Lindsay Abba de-Graft Arthur, the only Abba with a double "b". A.K.A Pretty Flower and Goddess of Beauty. The mere fact that I called myself the leader of "the forehead gang" doesn't mean that I am related to the man.

Plus, I take that as a complement, because the first quality of a good leader is a comically large forehead. But my forehead is not as gigantic as Nkrumah's. His is on another level.

Aside that, I have the most dazzling desert brown eyes one could get lost in. My slightly thick lips projects my boldness and my round nose painted cute.

I know; I'm an epitome of beauty. Daaahhhhhh!!!!!!!

Most girls think my cute titties are a total turn off (they are cute not small) but they marvel at how I manage to rock in cute tight blouses without looking like my front has been ironed.

At least I have huge thighs which are a little too huge for my size making my legs look sexy in skinny jeans.

So with this amazing figure, how could I possible wear something that is considered fashion catastrophe??

Only the lamest sixteen year old will wear a classy floral summer jumpsuit on a rainy day with a pair of "meet me in the club" high rise boots. Total Psycho!

I know my boots too well to subject them to the day light. So this is Snazzy me! The one person people couldn't put their finger on and give a title to my personality.

But it is okay. My parents barely know me. They still think my favorite colour  is pink. Pffff! Ah pink! I went through such a phase. I called it "the Barbie doll phase". Pink bag, pink shoes, pink bedroom, pink towel. Pink! Pink! Pink!

It's as if any and every little girl who ever wanted to be Miss Universe at age six had gone through that phase. It's funny how I look back, giggle, scoff  and say " den times no". At least my parents knew me back then.

The Lindsay back then. The perfectly perfect little girl with the perfect family; just one mummy and one daddy.

When mummy passed, the family took me away and I was given to my uncle and my aunty.

Oh my Aunt! My mama! My world! My joy! She's a little over protective. Who am I kidding, she's so over protective; "Lindsay! Have u eaten??", " Are you sure you are full???", "Don't go out, u don't know Tema very well". For Christ sake! I'm sixteen. Seizeeeee!!! I'm not a child. But I understand her, I do. Taking care of a child who isn't yours and is just as sexy as Beyoncé can give a person head on paranoia. Deep down in Mama's heart I know she fears that if something were to happen to me, my nauseating family would chase her with blame until she eventually falls into her grave.

In fact, my life wouldn't be disorganized if not for my wicked biological mother's best friend; Aunty Abena.  Fear her, She's a mad dog on the loose!

This cunningly cruel beastling told my   dad's family that he couldn't take care of his children; Brandon, Damian, Kobina and I. As if it were her business! Sure, he has almost burnt down the house a gazillion times, mistakes do happen! So he's a little bit irresponsible, so what??? He was still and he's still and he will forever be my DADDY! PERIODDD!!!!!!