Susan shook her head several times as she stared at her daughter in utter disbelief. She had always taken great pride in her vast repertoire of unusual stories she was privileged to have heard as she grew up in the heart of the city of Accra in the late fifties. However, none of the strange tales she had listened to could rival what Esinam had just narrated.
While Esinam recounted the story, Susan searched her face to see if she could see anything which would hint at a fib being yarned but the young lady looked very serious and sincere. Eventually Susan was compelled to swallow the tale, incredible as it sounded.