Kwame’s friend, Dr Tom Arthur, was faced with the need to make a quick decision. Suspecting that he would like to take a Ghanaian girlfriend, Kwame’s wife, Comfort had sent two of her friends to visit Tom in his guest house on the university campus in Kumasi. He had just returned with Kwame from a tour of the North during which he had met Kwame’s half-sister, Adjoa, who had asked him if he agreed with the popular author, Cameron Dodoo, that Ghanaian girls like her had breasts like pawpaws. Now back in his room, one young woman calling on him would have caused enough confusion, but he found that Comfort had presented him with an even more embarrassing situation.
The taller of the two girls was sitting relaxed and confident in the only easy chair, with long legs stretched out before her. She wore Western-style clothes, a T-shirt and tight-fitting jeans. Her beauty was cast in a classical mould. Her face could have been any colour from white coffee to ebony through every intermediate shade without the need for any modification of bone structure. Her actual skin colour was light brown and Tom suspected that there could be some European blood in her ancestry. She wore her hair in long Rasta plaits falling over her shoulders. Her figure was slim but curvaceous. She said her name was Akos Mary.
The second girl, sitting stiffly upright on the less comfortable desk chair was much darker in colour. With the archetypal West African round happy face ringed by a generous halo of curly black hair, she was of plumper build with Cameron Dodoo pawpaw breasts that reminded Tom of Adjoa. She wore a traditional-style dress which he suspected might have been her Sunday best, reserved for church and special occasions. Perhaps she had worn it to church earlier in the day. She told Tom her name was Afriyie.
Tom found both girls attractive in their own way. Akos Mary would be considered potential for most beauty contests. However, Tom found himself wondering if she relied on her looks to substitute for personality. Total compliance with Quality standards was essential in engineering but a little boring in women. He turned his attention to the second of Comfort’s offerings. Afriyie would have been of no interest to Tom as recently as two weeks ago. However, having studied West African female beauty assiduously since arriving in Ghana, his sense of appreciation had broadened remarkably. He admired both Comfort and Adjoa, and both had dark complexions and fuller figures. He liked Afriyie’s modest but elegant dress and natural hairstyle, and her bulging bodice enslaved his gaze while liberating his imagination.