Chapter 28: Endorsement or Enchantment?
The day after the TV interview, our compound was buzzing.
My phone? Overheating.
Auntie Akos's WhatsApp? Overflowing.
Our gate? Knocked 17 times before noon.
But the real shocker?
A sleek black SUV pulled up.
From it stepped a tall man in a fine suit, sunglasses, and that type of briefcase that smells like contract.
He introduced himself as Mr. Felix Darko, marketing director of Golden Taste Oil — one of the top cooking oil brands in the country.
"We'd like Madam Akos to be the new face of our cooking oil. TV ads, billboards, the works."
Me? I nearly fainted.
Auntie Akos? She squinted at him like he was a fake prophet.
"You want me… to sell your oil?"
"Yes, ma'am! You're the voice of the people! Ghana trusts your taste."
"Then bring the oil. I must test it in soup. If it fails, your contract will vanish like stolen meat."
Test it she did.
She boiled water, dropped in some kontomire, onions, pepper, and half a goat's foot (we don't waste).
She poured in the oil with the precision of a chemist in church.
After 18 minutes of stirring, singing "Abena you can't cook oo" under her breath, she served the soup.
Mr. Felix took a spoonful and smiled.
"Wow! Delicious!"
Auntie paused.
"Are you tasting the truth… or just licking your career?"
He nodded fast.
"Madam, this oil is heaven-sent!"
She nodded slowly and dramatically.
"Then I will endorse it. But I want my billboard to say this: 'If your oil can't impress Akos, it's not blessed.'"
Contract signed. Done deal.
Next week, we drove past Kaneshie roundabout and there it was — a massive billboard:
"Madam Akos says: No confusion in my kitchen — only Golden Taste!"
Her face? Smiling like she just punished someone with hot soup.
End of Chapter 28