Right at the left wing of the African continent is a country called Asakazula, 50km away from

what the world knows as the epicenter of the sun. The Sahara. Under its scoring sun is an
enormous dust from the desert and dry freezing air sweeping its way through from Europe at
dune and sunset. Geographically engulfed by minerals-rich but poor countries in the world, many
believed the Asakazula land was cursed by their gods leaving them with no mineral resources
(bald headed). Nonetheless, it’s always a mystery for anyone who knows about Asakazula to
comprehend their gorgeous technological advancements.

Faisal is a computer science college student in the united states of America. He stays in Accra,
with his parents and has decided to visit Doug, his friend in Asakazula during the spring holiday.

Charlie, how are you? Faisal yelp with a simile to Doug. Ei Faisal, I’m fine. It’s been a long
time, how was studies, exams and everything at school? Faisal replied and was almost laughing
out. You like laughing a lot Doug, is that how you are always, or I look funny to you? Faisal
mocked. Well, I’m seeing that you look tired and eager to see everything but most of it all is that
its my first time of opening my jaws to speak after fourteen point 565 years and it’s kind of
seems funny to me. Nevertheless, smiling is one of the key ingredients to making your day
according the scientific journal authored by Anush Baare titled my daily inputs on the twenty
second September of this year. The article was uploaded at 6 ab of Asaka time zone with Zula
font style, 2c font size for the heading of the article and Sah font style, 1c font size with a yellow
background color for the body of the article. This quotation is written at the third line of the one
hundred and ninth paragraph.

What? No, wait. Faisal shouted. I was waiting here for you, Doug exclaimed. You sound like a
robot, I don’t know where to start but why didn’t you speak for fourteen and whatever years?
Faisal asked with his mouth open. Doug placed his elbow on Faisal’s shoulders and whispered,
‘you also sound like someone with phobic disorder. No, Doug, you speak smart with details that
seem improbable for a normal person and those Saka and Zula word sort of amused me, Faisal
praised. I will tell you everything you need to know, just make sure you keep calm and absorb it,
Faisal said. But Doug since I arrived, I’ve realized that the people here behave like mad men in
Ghana. As in, they laugh to themselves and no one talks to the other. Look at those ladies acting
like they are death and dump. With all these questions, Doug was silent while laughing. I will tell
you everything later, don’t worry, Doug exclaimed. Okay, I know I look funny, but you must
answer all those questions I asked. I will sir, Doug said while waving at a drone in the air near
them.

It was the first time Faisal boarded a drone, so he was quite while looking through the
transparent body of the drone to view the beautiful transparent skyscrapers in the Asakazula
capital city. WOW, this is in Africa? Faisal talked to himself. I can’t believe what I’m seeing
because I have never seen this in any fictional movie or just from normal news. It’s because of
the human stupidity called jealousy and ridiculousness that impeded you from seeing this in the
television, Faisal chipped in. Everything here is transparent, so how can people keep their
privacies while inside the room. Ha-ha, Faisal laughed, they look transparent, but you cannot see
through from the outside, Doug added. Why are they all transparent in this tropical savannah
region? faisal asked. There is a lot of engineering that went into it before these Tropesav
buildings were instituted as the preferred architecture for this country seventy years ago. As you
rightly said, the name Tropesav came because the region the region in which they are found. But
bear in mind that everything transparent here is actually made from clay which is only use to
make pots in the northern part of your country, Doug expressed himself with a lit of smile. He
then continued, well, basic science for kids at the elementary level has even taught us on how
clay at the tropics could be synthesized in the presence of excessive sunlight into glamy, a very
hard, precious but porous substance whose properties can be personalized. Glamy is harder than
even gold and is the material used to erect those unique architecture in this land. Glamy? I have
never learned about clay and glamy or whatever you called it, Faisal said with a frown face. Oh,
okay we are in different countries but still we all around the equator, so that is your business,
Doug replied. Doug, your words are so harsh, Faisal said. Harsh, is not the right word, but proud
is the word to describe it. Proud only comes when one is certain to be good at a particular art and
its either unfair to repeat such description to a successful individual like PROF Mensah in your
country who co invented fiber optics which your country and other worlds seem to enjoy or
Albert Einstein’s dream of imagination in which we are living now. I will tell you everything
Faisal, Doug replied. There was a bit of silence in the drone when Doug had finished talking.
Moments later, Faisal said, you only keep saying ‘I will tell you later’(mimicking Doug’s voice).
They all burst in laughter whiles the drone lands on the landing pad.

Faisal and Doug met at international nuclear energy proliferation(inep) conference in in Accra,
Ghana when Faisal’s father, wahabu called him to come and drive him home. Wahabu is a
member of the Ghanaian parliament for a constituency and also a cabinet minister for natural
resources in Ghana. When Faisal arrived, his father introduces him to some of the dignitaries at
the dining table including abaare, Doug’s father. Faisal had read extensively read about the
Asakazula people in the united states of America and was poised to visit the country. but due to
immigration issues Faisal’s dream was dusted by several Ghanaians who had failed to migrate to
Asakazula. Seeing Abaare, an official of Asakazula was a dream came true for Faisal and his
parents. …………………………………………………………………..

wow, your house isn’t far from the airport. That’s what you may think, but the we travelled
1,078 miles relatively like from Accra to Navrongo and back in your country. I just read to you
using maps. Where is Navrongo? Faisal asked. I think you to learn to know your own country
better, Navrongo is in the upper east region in your country. Where did you read that from
without a phone or you are hiding it from me? Faisal asked. What is phone? Faisal asked with a
bit of surprise. Oh sorry, you mean the tool your country use to communicate? Doug asked. No,
its not only for communication but it’s a small computer that can play music, videos and surf the
internet, ei big guy like you and you have no idea as to what phone is, Faisal replied. So, you
press it and it does all that for you? What about your 20% population who are illiterates, how do
they use that one? Faisal asked again. Okay, what kind of computers do you use here? Faisal
asked too. Ha-ha, my father told me that Ghanaians answer questions with questions and its
really manifesting here. We only have one big computer for which everyone uses. Don’t worry
you would learn more about it. Faisal was quite while holding his waist with his two hands and
looking around like a lost dog. Hmm so it took us one minute to travel 1078 miles in Asakazula
and I had to suffer like that just to airport. Faisal murmured. By the way I have detected some
blood clot at your knees and waist. Did you play football today before coming here? It must have
been painful; hurry and I will get you some medications.

Faisal lives at eastern Legon, 40km away from the Kotoka international airport in Accra. Father
had left the house, so he called a taxi driver to pick him up to the airport. Unfortunately, it driver
could not come on time and faisal had a board a trotro to the airport. It took the trotro car an hour
and half and faisal pressed against his seat due to over loading of passengers. He arrived at the
air very frustrated, late and tired.

Yeah, I’m really feeling some pain over there but how did you know witch? Faisal said as they
walked towards to enter Doug’s house. I read stories about wonderland but ive never seen, now
I’m leaving it. Faisal said laughing towards Doug. Human inquisitiveness makes the uncurious
minds wonder and wondering might be a burden to your brain. This was doug’s father who just
appeared in the door front to welcome faisal. At the family’s dinner with faisal in their house,
doug’s father asked faisal to share the modern culture of the Ghanaian people. Faisal could only
talked about the heckle and disorganized of Accra and contrasting it with his new experience at
asakazula. In the process of narrating his encounter with the dirty beaches surrounding Accra,
doug’s mother chipped in and said Ghanaians normally want to portray themselves as inferior to
other people whom they think are better than them. Can you talk about the cultural nature of your
people; from the Akans to the people of the northern region. D.father added. Frankly, I know
nothing about the northern people so I can’t say nothing about them. Faisal said. The family
turned and looked at each other in dilemma while waiting for the one to complement faisal.
Baba, faisal called a smart boy when I met him at the airport. Really, no, he was just trying to
impress you. Faisal, is that true. Doug’s mother said. Of course, doug is a supperhuman. He sees
things in his eyes and can memorise everything he read. faisal answered. Haha, there was a burst
of laughter at thetable by the family. So, is that only what made you assume doug is
supperhuman?, he is actually one of the dandaheads we have in this house, if not the whole of
Asakazula land. D.father complemented. Doug chuckled. Then we are very smarter than doug,
and that’s how things work here.

There was some moments of silence and when they finished the dinner, d.father called faisal and
said; hey, come and and I will show you the wonders of this city.