My blood boiled as I ran back down the hall into the elevator. I needed a break, breathing room to straighten my thoughts. As I reached the bottom and ran out of the elevator, I saw that Abeeku was still at the car talking to one of the hotel staff.

"I want to go here." I ordered Abeeku pointing at the flyer I had picked up at the airport.

"The Dagomba tribe tour? But miss, you haven't even rested, your husband..."

"My husband can damn well wait, that son of a bitch." I responded, sharply cutting him off.

Abeeku shrugged and helped me back into the car. The drive to the village was quiet, and I stared off at the flat plains of Ghana. I wanted revenge badly. Before I could think of a plan, Abeeku turned to me.

"We're here." He explained.

I nodded, hopped out and looked around. There was a big black man in a small shack, selling tickets. I walked over to him with Abeeku close behind. The big black man looked up with a smile.

"Sorry, we be closed soon." He said.

"Please let me just tour for a short time. I can give you money." I pleaded.

The big black man looked at Abeeku, then at me, shrugged and lent out his hand. Abeeku pulled some cash out and gave it to him.

"You wait here." I ordered. "I need some time alone."

The big black man pointed at the village, where a tall, slender black man stood, in cargo pants and a tank top.

"Follow him." He said.

I did as told, almost tripping on my long high heels. It took a bit of getting used to, but I managed to reach the slender man after walking through the uneven ground.

"Is this the tour?" I inquired.

"Hi, my name is Mawuli and yes, if you follow me this is the tour." He replied with a heavy accent.

We walked into the village where mostly black men were walking around. They were all skinny yet muscular and wore the same loincloth. My eyes caught a glimpse of one of their members as he walked by. The suspicions I had from the black cab driver were answered as I could tell that the African tribesmen also had a long black rods dangling between their legs.

"Where are all the women?" I asked.

"They have actually been moved to another village this summer. Our tour is doing some, how you say... fixes? No, renovations I think. The men here are actually workers. We don't get a lot of tourists here."

"Oh no, poor guys..." I responded as my mind began to race.

"Look, Mawuli? How about you go back to my driver, tell him I told you that I needed some more alone time." I requested.

"Well, that's not allowed." Mawuli responded.

"He'll give you lots of money when I get back. And nobody comes to bother me or else no one gets money." I replied.

Mawuli shrugged and walked off. I could tell he was confused but since I was offering money, he was definitely not one to refuse. After looking back to make sure Mawuli walked out the gate, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as a devious plan began to fill my mind.

I could feel the gazes of the various African tribesmen looking at me. I walked into one of the huts to see three black men smoking and sharing a pipe. Before they knew what was happening, I pulled down my skirt and lifted off my blouse. I stood in front of them in just my black lacey thong and bra, the tribesmen looking up in confusion.