“Maame, everything is not about sex and it's positions. You sure do know how to satisfy a man, you have a beautiful body, no doubt but your housekeeping skills suck, I always return to a dirty home, your meals taste horrible, this house hasn't been cleaned in days. This is my home, not a pigsty, you better up your game." Kwame said to Eleanor. “Look here, I'm not your house help oo, if you need your house to be clean, get a maid, not me. I can't come from work and come and slave myself all in the name of love, ensi da( It won't happen)." She said walking out on him. Me aaa, me p3, Akosua ny3 me hwe na ma pam no, ak)fa adesua yi ( Akosua hasn't wronged me in any way and I've gone in for this baggage). Kwame thought to himself. In a few minutes, Eleanor had changed into something more enticing and walked past Kwame to the door. “Wo k) hefa ( Where are you going to)?" He asked her. “To have fun, you can stay in your home and clean it, I'm out, " She said as she went out of the house
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