From Village Junction to Parakuo Link Road is a straight two-mile stretch. On this seemingly neverending length of potholed tarmac, the walk home to Parakuo Estate could take up to forty-five minutes under a scorching sun. It is a seven-minute ride by the fastest route available in these parts, but that is often a private car or taxi on a listless Sunday morning. The roads are completely deserted today. Even the bus drivers are in church on this Sunday morning, yet the scorching sun won’t stop its ferocious pounding even for Jesus.
In the context of a relationship, I’m one of those guys that if I’m with someone, I’m with them. It might take me forever to commit, but once I’m there, you’ve got me. If I should get to a point where I’m looking to cheat, it’s the end of the road for me.
I don’t cheat. I don’t do cheats. Since I know what it’s like to date a cheat, that’s enough reason for me to avoid cheating on someone else. That’s just how I am. If they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you. That has always been my viewpoint, and I stick to it.
I have had this domain name for years – paulboakye.net. But I’ve been drowning in a sea of spam email messages of late. Endless offers of hot Russian girls and cheap Viagra tablets made sifting through email messages a tiresome and potentially dangerous pursuit. The phishers and spammers had got hold of my email address, and they were using it mercilessly. A friend suggested I try G Suite.