Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 11

As we stepped out of the airport, the warm Ghanaian sun greeted us, and the vibrant sounds of the cultural dance filled the air. I couldn't help but smile at the infectious energy of the performers, their colorful traditional attire a feast for the eyes. The Ghanaian flag waved proudly everywhere, creating a sense of national pride and welcoming us to their beautiful country.

I turned to Max, who was equally captivated by the scene and said to him. "This is beautiful," I exclaimed, my eyes scanning the lively atmosphere. And Max nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with excitement.

"This is incredibly stunning," he said, taking in the sights and sounds of our new surroundings.

The infectious rhythm and energetic movements of the dancers were too enticing to resist. I couldn't hold back any longer and ran to join the dance, my feet moving in time with the music. Max followed close behind, and together we danced with abandon, laughing and spinning to the beat. The dancers welcomed us with open arms, chanting "Akwaaba ooo..." which, although we didn't understand, only added to the excitement.

"Milani I love this!" Max exclaimed as he tried to mimic the intricate dance steps, and I giggled at his antics.

"Me too! This is so much fun," I squealed, feeling carefree and joyful. As more of our colleagues joined in, the atmosphere became even more electric, creating a moment that would stay with us forever.

The bus pulled up to the entrance of King's Hotel, and I felt my jaw drop in awe. The sheer scale and grandeur of the hotel took my breath away. I had heard so much about Sultan King West, the young business tycoon who owned this hotel empire, and I couldn't help but wonder what drove him to build such an impressive collection of luxurious hotels around the globe. His success was truly inspiring, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of staying in one of his iconic hotels.

As we stepped off the bus, the excitement was palpable. We couldn't wait to explore the stunning King's Hotel, and the cameras came out as we began snapping photos of the breathtaking surroundings. Our Chancellor's voice cut through the chatter, and we turned to face him, with our luggage at our feet. His warm welcome was met with enthusiastic applause, and we squealed in delight, thrilled to be in Accra, Ghana. As our Chancellor asked if we knew why we were here, we responded in unison, "We do!" The sense of anticipation was building, and I couldn't help but wonder what the next few days had in store for us.

"Good, welcome to King's hotel. In this hotel, every single person is going to have a room to his or herself, no sharing of rooms. We want everybody to have their privacy and also to feel comfortable whiles we are away from our country and homes."

Our Chancellor's announcement was met with a collective expression of gratitude. "Thank you, sir!" we chimed in unison. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me as I realized I would have a room to myself. This had been a concern of mine prior to the trip, and I was grateful that the arrangements had been made with our comfort and privacy in mind.

"Anyways, Sultan King West would be joining us soon. Perhaps he is already here, we are yet to find out." The mention of Sultan King West's name sparked a flurry of hushed conversations among my colleagues. Their faces lit up with excitement, and I could sense the anticipation building. It was clear that we were all eager to meet the renowned business tycoon.

"Lani, that rich dude will be here," Max whispered, winking at me and I shrugged, unsure why he was sharing this information with me. "Coming to Ghana was never a bad idea," he added, and I couldn't help but smile.

"He is here to make your stay in his hotel more safer, guys. I hope you all enjoy your stay in Ghana!" Our chancellor's voice cut through the chatter. And The group erupted into applause, and I felt a thrill of excitement. The opportunity to meet Sultan King West, one of the world's most famous and wealthy individuals, was a thrilling prospect.