The Chronicles of Koffie Black     ******************************

This is a very interesting thriller that depicts the travails and adventures of an ambitious young Ghanaian turned Forex Trader

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It was an afternoon like any other, at about 4:00pm local time. Koffie Black sat back in his seat and contemplated the flickering computer screen before him. He prides himself on his knowledge of computers even though his cognizance hardly goes beyond the screen. He could not label their illustrated parts on a chart if he had a gun to his head but then he had a way with computer programs which is probably due to the fact that he spends two-thirds of his life hovering amidst computers and other office paraphernalia of various makes and sizes which constitute his office cum living space. A two-and-a-half inch bunk wrestles for space amongst several large cartons laden with spent printer toner cartridges, retired keyboards, computer mice, tons of dirty cables and used paper. Apparently, effort had been made to conceal this unsightly display of expired-ware under a huge, table that ran the length of one side of the room. A large banner cloth announcing a past event was draped over the computers and printers that sat on this table.

On the floor is a badly torn cheap synthetic carpet whose faded black and blue patterns were at loggerheads with the cream paint daubed on the walls. Another huge table hugged the opposite wall with a computer and a printer. It was behind this that Koffie sat. 

Presently, he got up and kicked back his wooden chair, one of three that were placed in the room. As he yawned and stretched, he took care to avoid cutting his hands on the noisy old ceiling fan that rotated crazily above his head. He took one, two steps in the direction of the balcony then seeming to change his mind, he turned on his heels and headed for his bed on which he landed with a resounding thud. In five minutes, he was asleep. In his sleep, he dreamt that somehow he acquired a lot of money and bought two cars; an Honda SUV and a Toyota Sienna minivan. He wasted no time in hitting the city with his newly acquired SUV. While enjoying his ride, he was waved down by a beautiful lady standing on the kerb. He immediately braked to a halt to give her a lift. She flashed him a bright smile and climbed up beside him front seat, slamming the car door while he hummed to a tune that came from a hip-hop track played by some local station over the car radio. But then, something was not quite right as he trod on the gas pedal causing the big car to lung forward with a roar. It appeared the more he accelerated, the slower the car became and the less beautiful his new companion became. It got darker and darker in the car and the now scrawny-looking lady tried to wrap her hands around him flashing an ugly, almost toothless grin. He became frightened and in his bid to get away from her he stepped on the gas pedal. His Honda SUV zoomed forward hitting the vehicle in front. In a flash, there was some smoke and noise and in the twinkling of an eye, he found himself sitting up in bed!

“Koffie, get up man!” Abdul, a burly client barked for the second time, shaking him out of his dream-turned-nightmare. “You are sleeping.” He accused, “When am I getting my profits?”