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English. I only had Twi to learn yet mine was awful.
    We sat there, writing and rewriting all the other names until we were happy.
    Eventually we handed our paper in.
    After a tense few minutes of Aunt Grace, Faith and Eddie checking the results, it was announced that Nick and I were in the final with the other guests after the interval. Jordan looked gutted, but still wished us luck and used the interval to introduce himself to Faith. By this time everyone was eating, drinking, and chatting to each other. There was a crowd of people around Eddie wanting to take photographs with him, and Faith was chatting to some of the girls. We watched as Jordan skilfully managed to divert Faith away from the crowd, into having a one-on-one conversation with him.
    â€˜Is he doing what I think he is?’ Nick asked.
    â€˜Yep, he wanted me to hook him up with her.’
    â€˜He’s a bit of a fantasist, isn’t he?’
    â€˜Yep!’ I said, laughing. ‘I mean, there is no way Faith would dump that Hollywood actor for a kid from Harrow.’
    â€˜No, but you’ve got to respect a guy who tries.’
    â€˜Seriously? He is flirting with a woman twelve years his senior.’
    â€˜Makeeda, it’s called taking a risk. People do it all the time when they want someone badly enough.’ Nick smiled.
    The DJ stopped the music and Aunt Grace asked everyone to find a seat for the remaining part of the competition.
    Faith had to be rescued by Eddie, who physically steered Jordan away from her so that the quiz could resume.
    â€˜In which year did Queen Yaa-Asantewaa fight the British?’ Eddie asked. ‘Is it A: 1912, B: 1900, or C: 1800?
    That was easy. 1900. Unfortunately, the other team knew the answer too.
    â€˜OK, what was the name of the Ghana’s first president?’ asked Faith.
    Dr Kwame Nkrumah
, Nick wrote down.
    Both teams got that right too.
    â€˜You are killing me! How bright are you guys?’ Faith said.
    â€˜Ohmigod, who
are
they?’ I whispered, staring at our competitors.
    â€˜Makeeda, we’re up against a guy who goes to Harrow Boys School and is in their top five per cent and a girl who did her GCSEs a year early.’
    â€˜No way!’
    â€˜Yep, makes your essay and my smoothie business seem like pretty small achievements.’
    Nick was a bit like Delphy – an entrepeneur – and a few years ago he developed a smoothie business, delivering drinksto the local cafés and corner shops in Edgware and Harrow. Eventually he sold the entire thing to a posh chain of sandwich shops in London, making enough money to put him and his brother through university.
    â€˜Ahh … man, and I thought you were the only brainbox I knew,’ I said.
    â€˜Shut up, I still am!’ Nick said, tickling me.
    â€˜Not any more!’ I giggled.
    Aunt Grace coughed to get our attention and I noticed that we suddenly had an audience of my parents, Afua, Jordan, Sanari and Delphina. Delphina was glaring at me. I guess her crush on Nick was still going strong. I could also see our competitors staring at us.
    â€˜You don’t think they heard us?’ I asked Nick.
    â€˜Nah. That’s just a competitive stare. They’re trying to psyche us out,’ he replied.
    Anxiously, we waited for the next question.
    â€˜Wow, we have some real intelligent Ghanaians here today, so we need another question,’ Eddie said with a grin. ‘Name the man who wanted to sit on The Golden Stool …’
    I immediately grabbed the pen from Nick’s hand and wrote
Governor Hodgson
, remembering the detail from my essay last year.
    â€˜Hopefully this will be the final check!’ Eddie said as Faith quickly checked our answers.
    â€˜And the winners, by one point, are Makeeda and Nick!’ Eddie and Faith announced.
    A huge cheer erupted in the hall. Nick hugged me tightly.
    When we pulled away something weird happened. It was like our faces were drawn to each