Kwame Mainu’s collaborator on the staff of Warwick University, Sandra Garg, had assisted with the modern improvement program in Ghana. On a visit to Kumasi, she had begun an association with Nelson Evans-Agyei, a youthful scholarly architect at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology. Tragically, when Nelson was offered an opportunity to visit Warwick, he was induced by drugs traffickers to convey some additional things. This slip-up was considered by a portion of his comrades to have decided his destiny in two diverse ways.
Subsequent to arriving securely in Coventry, Nelson understood that the cut wooden elephant he was requested to bring may contain tranquilizes, and offered it to Sandra to cover up. He had likewise brought two cut wooden fruitfulness dolls, customary relics proposed to build fertility. Dreading the conceivable outcomes of offering these to Sandra, he shrouded them himself in the diesel motor research center. One by one the ancient rarities were found and found to cover cocaine. Nelson was captured, attempted and condemned to a term in jail. Much shockingly, Sandra connected for maternity leave and at the appropriate time brought forth twin young ladies.
A couple of months after the fact, after a gathering with Professor Thomas, Kwame rushed back to answer to his manager, Professor Tom Arthur. He was astonished to discover all the staff jammed into Tom’s office. The focal point of consideration was Sandra Garg and her twin child little girls. ‘Enter, Kwame,’ called Tom, ‘In the event that you can discover any space!’
‘Push the pram outside,’ Sandra stated, ‘It’s taking up excessively room.’ She was holding one of the infants, now around three months old, and Alice, Tom’s secretary, was holding the other.
‘Which one is the more established?’ asked Kwame.
‘They’re twins, conceived in the meantime,’ Sandra snickered.
‘One probably been conceived first.’
‘Gracious, that is the one Alice is holding, Shita.’
‘In Ghana we call her panin or senior,’
‘What’s more, what do you call her sister, Sylvia?’
‘She’s kakra, minimal one or junior,’ Kwame said.
‘Whatever you call them, I believe they’re dazzling,’ Alice said.
‘Be cautious,’ said Mick with a wink, ‘the following individual prof sends to Ghana may be you!
From the expression all over it appeared she didn’t know whether Mick was kidding.
‘Try not to stress, it will be OK as long as you don’t bring back any fruitfulness dolls,’ Tom said trying to affirm the diversion. At that point he said to Sandra, ‘Would we be able to welcome you home after work? The women would love to see panin and kakra.’