Not the REAL one

Chapter 1

The picture above does NOT belong to me.... Enjoy
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Umm... I seriously know don't what you expect to see here, but I can definitely assure you that you got no business reading my dairy. So who ever you are, piss off if you don't want to get burned.
Haha.. kidding.... or not, whatever. (Eye roll)

So my name is Issabella Abena krobea Asantewaa Sarfo, yeah I know it's a bit of mouthful. But that is TOTALLY normal when you are a Ghanaian and was born to some VERY local couple. I mean most people here think having all these unnecessarily long names means that you are going to grow up to be a "big" person.
Like... ugh, whatever goes on in their heads will forever be a mystery.

Continuing... God, I am so easily distracted, mom says that I have the attention span of a gold fish. Like this one time when I was younger and we had one of our famous family meetings and all could think about was the bowl of banku and okra stew waiting for me. I was just thinking how it would probably taste.
How I should have probably not spent my last money to buy that so called " special" apple drink just because it was Anita's favorite drink when I knew full that I hated apple drinks and I wouldn't have any. I would have just bought the cocoa drink if I wasn't such a people pleaser.

Ugh... I remember I felt like I was about to cry until I heard my dad call my name. I turned to the direction the voice came from. And from the look on his face, I could tell that he had calling me for a while now.
Oh well....he was jerk anyway so... served him right.
Let's just the consequences were not pretty..... at all.

Moving on.... For real this time. My name is Issabella( not going to repeat my full name..... because, like....ugh) I am a girl, obviously. I turn 20 in a few months, I love eating, like... a lot. I love black, red and blue. I am 4foot9 which make me just a little bit shorter than most girls, but you know what they say( I say) short girls are the bomb. I am not too curvaceous but neither am I shapeless, My breast is just the right size, perky and firm. And about my ass.. well most people say that I wasn't exactly blessed in that department. But like I always say to them, the fact that I've got something to sit on makes it pretty much obvious that I have enough. I like to think that I am drop dead gorgeous, I love the looks I get when I go out (that's when I put in an effort to look good) it is incredibly satisfying. Which is funny in way since I am still boyfriend less and very much a virgin. And before you say a word, it is completely by choice.....You could say that I just love attention.

So tell me guys.... How did I go from loving to stay in my room in any comfortable shirt I can find and occasionally decking myself up to go show all the boys in my neighborhood what they will never have. Like they say in my local dialect ...wo ani b3 hu Kenya, nanso wo naan ensi h). Which literally means that that you would be able to see Kenya but would never be able to step foot there. ( you know, like how God punished Moses for disobeying him by letting him see the promised land, Kenya but killing him before he stepped foot there) yeah... some like that... whatever.

Anyway... ( I was getting distracted there... sorry)
Tell me how me, how did I go from THAT to LITERALLY falling on my knees begging the same guy I had been asking my best friend, Anita to dump for years now, because I said and I quote "his broke ass ain't gone do nothing for her" ( which was true y'all ) to dump HER and be with me. Honestly, I can't be blamed because after three years of working abroad,Anthony came back looking fine and rich as hell.
That broke boy was now rich and rich and very ric.... Oh.... I already said that thrice. But I just can't help it like... Aaaaaaaaa

Let me make it clear if it isn't obvious already..... I am the bad friend. Yep.... I am the bad guy in this story. The nice people living happily ever after, yeah.....enough of that shit.... It can't always be you the"good people" who win in the end okay. So buzz of and let MY story begin.