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me a plastic apron and told me to help Delphina and Afua sort out the buffet table. The DJ had already arrived and began playing someHip-Life as we finished decorating the room. When the music suddenly changed to one of Dad and Aunt Grace’s favourite tunes, ‘Sika’, I turned to see Dad dancing on the stage with a beer in his hand, trying to be funny. Delphy and I cringed, feeling slightly relieved that there were only two guests in the hall. Dad’s old-man boogie dance moves were enough to stop anyone else from hitting the dance floor. Luckily, within a minute Mum had got Dad helping her at the door.
    â€˜So glad Mum’s here,’ Delphy said, attaching a banner to the stage.
    â€˜Me too. Where’s Afua?’
    â€˜She’s gone to get changed. You know
they’re
here,’ Delphina said, excitedly.
    â€˜What Eddie and Faith?’ I asked, looking about for the celebrities.
    â€˜Yeah, they got here just before you did, but they’re changing in the other room.’
    â€˜Ohmigod, what are they like?’
    â€˜How would I know? Mum and Aunt Grace won’t let anyone near them!’ Delphina shrugged.
    Within half an hour, the room was half full. There were lots of people my age and a handful of adults. I had just finished helping Aunt Grace in the kitchen when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to find Jordan, Nelson’s friend, grinning back at me. He was dressed in a suit.
    â€˜What are you doing here?’
    â€˜My cousin invited me.’ Jordan smiled.
    â€˜I never knew you were Ghanaian!’
    â€˜Yeah, my Dad’s half Irish and Ghanaian, and my Mum’s Russian.’
    â€˜Seriously?’ I was shocked.
    â€˜Nah, I just wanted to see Eddie Gambia, innit?’ Jordan said.
    â€˜You joker!’ I said, hitting him.
    â€˜Hey, don’t mess with the suit. How did you get a footballer like him to come anyway?’
    â€˜Oh, Aunt Grace just emailed his agent over a hundred times.’
    â€˜And that was it?’
    â€˜Yeah, but it can’t have hurt that his aunt and my aunt’s best mate went to Achimota School together. I can’t believe you lied about being Ghanaian.’
    â€˜No, I didn’t.
Mi papa ye Ghana ni!
’
    â€˜Ohmigod, you speak Twi!’
    â€˜I can only say that, but I speak Russian fluently.’
    â€˜How come you never told me?’
    â€˜You never asked!’ he said.
    He had a point. I knew Jordan was mixed race, but it never crossed my mind that he could be Ghanaian, too. But, the conversations I had with Jordan didn’t always make a lot of sense – that was why he was fun to be around.
    â€˜Makeeda,’ he said, placing a hand on my shoulder, ‘I came to look for talent, so I hope you invited some model types.’
    â€˜Jordan!’
    â€˜I’m serious. A man like me can’t be single for too long – it’s like a crime against nature or something.’
    I laughed. ‘You’re unnatural all right!’
    â€˜So, can you hook me up with Faith Osei-Mensah?’
    â€˜You want me to hook you up with a famous TV presenter?’
    â€˜Yeah, she might like the look of a young, sophisticated man in his prime.’
    â€˜Makeeda!’ Aunt Grace called.
    â€˜I have to go. See you later.’
    I was impressed that Jordan was here and it made me wonder why Nelson couldn’t be bothered to attend. Telling me that he ‘didn’t fancy it’ just made me ask myself if he had stopped caring about us completely. Weirdly enough, I wasn’t too bothered.
    Aunt Grace was dressed in black and white Kente. She looked fantastic – her hair and nails were done and her jewellery complemented her outfit.
    â€˜Right, Faith and Eddie are here, so your mum will introduce them and we’ll start off with the quiz, then have a bite to eat, and then dance or do what you youngsters call dancing,’ she said, smiling warmly at