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me.
    â€˜OK, Auntie.’ I shrugged.
    â€˜I just need you to find Afua and collect our VIP guests from the other room.’
    â€˜Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Me?’ My hands started shaking.
    â€˜Yes, you and Afua. Come on, Makeeda, they’re just people,’ Aunt Grace added.
    Yeah, right! A woman who has interviewed rock stars, politicians and everyone in between, and a man who scored the winning goal in a Premiership match for Arsenal a few weeks ago! Well, at least Dad would be proud. Mum wouldhave to keep Dad away from his football hero, or he would embarrass himself and the family with all his gushing.
    â€˜Hey, Makeeda!’ Afua said, rushing up to me. She was wearing a blue dress, the same colour as my ntoma and had a turquoise Kente shawl across her shoulders.
    â€˜You look great!’ she said, grinning.
    â€˜Thanks. Come on, let’s get this over and done with.’
    â€˜Nervous?’ she asked.
    â€˜Yeah, aren’t you?’
    â€˜Put it this way: pretty soon we’ll be sitting our GCSEs. It’s all about perspective.’
    â€˜True,’ I said, smiling.
    Afua and I greeted our VIPs and walked them into the hall. I liked Faith: she was really sweet to me and gave me her lip- gloss (unused) which made Afua jealous. She kept saying, ‘Ohmigod, I even got her a glass of water earlier!’ As for Eddie, he was just as gorgeous as he seemed on TV and really friendly and charming.
    It was soon time for the quiz. Afua and I hadn’t helped Aunt Grace with it – we wanted to enter it ourselves.
    I looked around for Nick. My quiz partner was late! I was about to give up and join Jordan’s group when Nick walked in with Sanari.
    â€˜Who is that?’ Afua asked.
    â€˜Nick and Sanari.’
    â€˜Wow!’ Afua said. ‘He looks better than the last time I saw him. Is that his girlfriend?’
    â€˜No!’ I said angrily.
    â€˜Hey, no need to get snappy,’ Afua said. ‘I —’
    â€˜Hey, sorry we’re late,’ Nick interrupted.
    â€˜It was my fault – I couldn’t decide what to wear,’ Sanari added, smiling beside him.
    I couldn’t help but stare at her immaculate face and clothing. Her hijab was a pale pink that complemented her skin tone and made the pink polka dots in her beige-coloured dress stand out. The dress looked familiar. I suddenly remembered Tanisha emailing a picture of it to me last month. It was designer!
    â€˜Yeah, that’s OK,’ I said, faking a smile. It wasn’t. Why on earth had Nick brought Ms Gorgeous? Was I wrong? Was Sanari his new girlfriend?
    Within minutes, Afua had taken Sanari to her table, whilst Nick and I settled into our quiz mode. The people who had entered the quiz were sitting on the ten tables closest to the stage. The questions came thick and fast with Faith and Eddie cracking loads of jokes in between. I’d been so relieved when they’d agreed to be quizmasters instead of Mum and Dad, which would have been
too
embarrassing.
    It soon came to a dead heat, with Nick and I competing against Jordan and his cousin, and two other guests. Our next challenge was to write a list of the Akan names next to the correct days of the week. According to Akan custom, everyone is given a name depending on the day they are born. Mine is Amma because I was born on a Saturday, but I never use that name.
    â€˜Makeeda, how well do you know this?’ Nick whispered.
    â€˜Are you kidding? All I can think of is my name and Delphy’s.’
    â€˜I only know Kofi, because that’s mine and I was born on a Friday,’ said Nick, flushing with embarrassment. ‘I know it looks bad but I spent more time with my Polish gran than Nana-Betty, so I don’t really know this stuff.’
    â€˜Oh well, we’ll just have to work out the rest.’ I shrugged.
    I’d never really considered what it would be like having to learn two languages on top of