Melancholy...

Chapter 9.

Hello everyone. So someway somehow this particular chapter got deleted from my account and I realised a few minutes ago so I had to retype it. Because of the fact that I want to keep the promise of updating the story at 3pm each Sunday,I had to cut this chapter short. Please accept my apologies. Enjoy!
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Clutching my brass basin,I walked home hurriedly. It was around 5pm which meant that I could sell another basin of water,but though the week had just started,my legs hurt so bad that I decided that I needed a break. I rechecked on my small waist bag to make sure that it was securely in place. The people around here could steal the bad and I wouldn't even notice. I was hungry,yet I knew that there was no food at home. I felt for some rice balls and groundnut soup,but we were currently on a budget and I knew I didn't have enough money to buy the ingredients for that dish.

I did a quick mental check and found out that we had some eggs at home. I decided on fried ripe plantains with fried eggs for that night's dinner. Stopping at a kiosk,I bought some fingers of plantain after some minutes of bargaining with the man at the shop. I also bought some tomatoes and pepper,since I didn't want Crystal whining about the fact that she couldn't eat fried plantain without sauce.
Balancing the things I had bought,I continued my journey home. The sun had began to set already,so I knew that it was almost 6pm and my mother needed to eat and take her drugs. 

I walked past a store and saw people crowded in excitement as they watched an Indian movie. This was obviously not the first time I had seen this,but it still amazed how we worshipped these foreign movies and made ours look so bad. Don't get me wrong,I don't have a problem with people who enjoy foreign movies,but as a country,if we promoted such movies more than movies that were made in our country,then what were we achieving?Yet now that the movie industry is collapsing,we blame the government.
I don't even don't know why some Ghanaians get angry when they are called hypocrites. Some of us look down on the actors,actresses and producers that we have in this country,but just when one passes away,we all begin to act like we loved the person.

If this is not hypocrisy,then I don't know what it is.

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Question and answer for the day:

Q: Will this be your only book on Wattpad?
A: No please. I have plans to write and publish more books on Wattpad so let's see how that goes.

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Xoxo,
Arianna.