When we were leaving, Manu told BB’s group that "the ho-la-la women are leaving. One of these days if you need us, come and meet us here. Our services are …."

"O auntie, I was referring to some women we encountered at the precincts of a certain nite club, I didn’t mean such high class women of your calibre," the guy interrupted Manu.

"If you were referring to some women you met at a night club else where, so be it. By the way, where is that night club where women besiege its premises and harass clientele?" I asked.

"Abena Kwabena’s Nite Club. It is one of the most popular spots in The City. The ladies of the night go there in their numbers to look for market." My sisters looked at me searchingly.

"One of these days I’ll go there and see things for myself." I said

"You will meet me there: it is my favourite spot," the man said. We left the scene.

"Baafuor, how do you assess what the man said about your woman’s club? Was it complimentary or otherwise?" Sister Akosua asked.

"And how do you women too see it? Is he insinuating it is a place where ladies of the night congregate to carry out their profession or what?" I asked back.

"Whether it is a spot where these women meet and hook customers or not isn’t important. They go there on their own. It isn’t Abena Kwabena who invites them to go there every night."

"There are scores of hotels and night clubs as well as pubs and other drinking places in The City where you can find them. They go from place to place looking for patronage. If they go to Auntie Abena’s Nite Club in their numbers it means the business there is good for them."

"After all they don’t have the opportunity to enter to embarrass customers. They do their business outside. I understand she doesn’t allow unaccompanied girls to enter unless they are going to wait for their men or the men are already waiting for them." Akos elaborated.

After airing our views on the issue, I told them I would tell Madam Peacock what we had heard from a regular customer and listen to her comment.

I had wanted to let the taxis drop off my sisters first, but rather they wanted to send me home first. As we had done earlier, Akos and I drove in one cab while the three – Auntie Akosua, Manu and Abena drove in another.

Just as we were about to reach Madam Peacock’s house, Akos asked me what they should do with the "abrekyie" spare parts ….. the eight legs and two heads of the goats Abena Kwabena had slaughtered for her birthday party.

"The four of you must think of what to do with those parts."

At the gate, before I entered the house, I told the women that I would be at their end in the afternoon to partake of the food they were going to prepare with the "abrekyie" spare parts.

"Aah, yes, Baafuor I nearly forgot to ask you how you came by those legs and heads," that was Manu.

"Don’t I know the slaughter house?" I retorted.

"So you went to the slaughter house to buy the parts? I thought they were the left overs of the animals your woman used in preparing her birthday dishes." Auntie Akosua wanted to know.

"And if it were so?" I queried.

"Ei Baafuor! do you want her to descend on us to talk "animal talk," to us in our own house?" Manu asked.

"She dare not. I don’t think she will think of doing it. It is only an arrant fool who, after receiving almost six million cedis gift from her man and his sisters as birthday gift will bare her teeth at the donors less than a day later because of bony goat legs," I said.

"You know the mercurial temperament of your woman, when her ‘madness’ comes she ceases to be human’s, Auntie Akosua remarked.

"If she makes the least mistake and becomes offended for the disappearance of the "spare parts’ from her kitchen, I’ll show her that I come from the Holy Village, where the citizens are capable of doing impossible things."

"Baafuor, let’s take the final decision before we leave here. If it is "Aponkye Nkrakra" you want to eat, we can go to the goat market and buy one in the morning," Manu said.

"No, I want you to use what I have sent to you. Good night." They waved back and zoomed away.

The night watchman proceeded to open the gate for me.

"Massa, your deress ibe fine fan paa. You and madam igo for some pilace?" I didn’t mind him. He shook the gate and pushed it.

"I have been here for nearly ten minutes why didn’t you open it all this while?" I asked him.

"Priliis massa, I sabby say you go go back with those fine fan womans."

"Get lost! Are you here to keep the gate or you are here to look at women?"

"Madam tell me say any body man or woman who come here I must write him name and look him proper in the eye so that if some tin loss for the house here, I can point him out if I see am some whe. Me ibe watchman plus security man, massa sah."

I pushed my way past him and his nonsense and was about to climb up the steps.

"Massa sah, did I hear say you take eight goat legs plus two goat heads from madam’s kitchen?"

"There is something wrong with you this night," I charged at him.

"Massa, make you no vex for me, ibe work I dey work.

This wey goat leg and head matt if I no look ‘am well well, I go loose my work because if madam come for house and she no se’am she will talk sey I Issaka take for house because ebe me

I realized that the watch man wanted to embarrass me. I dipped my hand into my side pocket, called him and handed him ¢10,000. "This is for goro in the morning."

"Ami! Ami! Ami! Massa, Allah biless you, Magana YAKARI ko," he said something like that and left me with smiles.