One Minute Please The Longest Minute in Accra

It was a hot Saturday afternoon in Accra. The sun was shining like it had a personal grudge, and the whole town was waiting at the church for one thing Kojo and Akosua’s wedding. The pastor had already wiped his face three times, the choir had run out of songs, and even the flower girls were eating their own petals from boredom.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Akosua was in front of her mirror, applying her 13th layer of makeup. She looked stunning, yes, but time was running like Usain Bolt.

Kojo, her poor groom, was standing by the door sweating in his tuxedo like someone who owed ECG. He looked at the wall clock and shouted,
Akosua We’re late oo! The pastor is threatening to go and do another funeral

Akosua, without blinking, replied in her sweet voice,
One minute please
Then continued carefully brushing her eyelashes like she was painting the Mona Lisa.

Kojo held his head. Ei! One minute in Ghana woman time is one hour in real life

Outside, the best man was pacing, calling every 10 minutes:
Bro, has she finished
Kojo whispered back, She said ‘one minute 45 minutes ago

Back at the church, people started whispering:

Maybe she changed her mind

No oh, maybe she lost her shoe

Or the makeup artist is still contouring her ancestors.

Finally, Akosua appeared at the door like a queen stepping out of a music video. Kojo, half-dead from panic, smiled and said,
Let’s go before you remember you need to fix your necklace too

They arrived at church almost 2 hours late. But when Akosua walked in, the whole church gasped in awe.

Someone in the crowd said,
Ah well, beauty takes time. But next time, marry her in her sleep. That's when she won't delay

In Ghana, when a woman says One minute please, just sit down, drink some sobolo, and wait like you're queuing at DVLA
One Minute Please The Longest Minute in Accra It was a hot Saturday afternoon in Accra. The sun was shining like it had a personal grudge, and the whole town was waiting at the church for one thing Kojo and Akosua’s wedding. The pastor had already wiped his face three times, the choir had run out of songs, and even the flower girls were eating their own petals from boredom.๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ Meanwhile, back at the house, Akosua was in front of her mirror, applying her 13th layer of makeup. She looked stunning, yes, but time was running like Usain Bolt๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ. Kojo, her poor groom, was standing by the door sweating in his tuxedo like someone who owed ECG. He looked at the wall clock and shouted, Akosua We’re late oo! The pastor is threatening to go and do another funeral๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ Akosua, without blinking, replied in her sweet voice, One minute please Then continued carefully brushing her eyelashes like she was painting the Mona Lisa.๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ Kojo held his head. Ei! One minute in Ghana woman time is one hour in real life๐Ÿคฃ Outside, the best man was pacing, calling every 10 minutes: Bro, has she finished Kojo whispered back, She said ‘one minute 45 minutes ago๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ Back at the church, people started whispering: Maybe she changed her mind No oh, maybe she lost her shoe Or the makeup artist is still contouring her ancestors๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. Finally, Akosua appeared at the door like a queen stepping out of a music video. Kojo, half-dead from panic, smiled and said, Let’s go before you remember you need to fix your necklace too๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ They arrived at church almost 2 hours late. But when Akosua walked in, the whole church gasped in awe.๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ Someone in the crowd said, Ah well, beauty takes time. But next time, marry her in her sleep. That's when she won't delay๐Ÿคฃ In Ghana, when a woman says One minute please, just sit down, drink some sobolo, and wait like you're queuing at DVLA๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ
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