Diamonds in Gold?

Pastor Jo Ann, was a baptist preacher, she owned a world broadcast christian radio station, and wanted to get approval to broad cast in the northern region of west Africa. I got a call  to meet her at the Ghana airport, at  9am. I made arrangements to have a kings diploy, to get to the airport thru traffic, because the minister of communication, had last minute plans to travel out of the country and Jo Ann's time was limited too. I called on the King of
Do Do Wa, because he had ties with the Hebrews and claims his people were with Moses, when he left Egypt in route to the promised land. I thought it would be interesting dialogue, as Jo Ann was also researching water spirits, and had a recient convert from the fetist priesthood to christianity in her church in Atlanta. The king wanted to sell 3 kilo's of gold and would only go with me after I convienced him that I was sure a christian pastor, would be interest in buying gold, but could not promise anything, because I did'nt know her financial position.   Pastor Jo Ann was waiting in front of the airport when we arrived, and was quickly escorted into the 2003 Mercedes, with the Ghana flags depicted on each car in the convoy. to show the officers we were diplomates, and help get us through the busy traffic too. The streets bustled with children, selling their usual goods and cars and trucks blowing their horns trying to get about their business, and thru the check points, stopping to pay the officers the required cutt based on what the officer felt was reasonable, according to the load they carried or the amount of people in the vans and taxis. Except for slowing down at the check points to go around the lines of cars, taxi's and overloaded trucks, the ride back to Do Do Wa was in good timing. I briefed, both parties, of the interest of the other and sat back and watched the dialogue began.                                                                                   An American pastor, and an African king each motivated by different things both, intrigued by one another. The two got along well, and found much to talk about, as we waited for the minister of communications to arrive. The pastor had a problem            understanding how the kings claim could be true having left Isreal in the 1700's believing the dispersion to have taken place many years earlier, but the king insisted they were there, and had been divided by those amoung the tribes people that woship the golden calf of which they recreated from the original gold, from the calf Moses distroyed in the bible story, and those who follow the ten commandments and have the original copy carved by the hand of Y**** in stone. They are called the oldest sons of Y****, the holy name that should never be named. She asked to see the tablets but the king said they were hidden in Isreal and had to be left behind because they had to leave suddenly in the middle of the night. But he could show her the calf of gold if she wanted to travel to the queen mother not far away, she didn't want to see the calf because she felt it would be against her religion to enter the house of the worship of the golden calf. It wasn't long before the two of them were discussing the 3 kilo's of gold that the king wanted to sell. The mininster finally arrived, and we all left the kingdom and went to the hotel, where the negotiations began and ended when the minister could not see any way of making a profit, and could have no control of the broadcasting, because the pastor insisted that it was a not for profit venture, and would be opperated by radio's given to the villagers for free so they could pick-up the broadcast. The minister had other plans and a free broadcast with no advertisment and no control was out of the question without at least a large upfront payment or allowing him to control the small radios she wanted to give to the people. I could see this wasn't going any where, so I interrupted, and ask the pastor if she would like  go  to her room and continue this discussion at a later date. I knew the minister was finished and would not meet her again. I told the pastor if she wanted to, we could visit with the two neighboring countries if she had the time, but that I had and appointment the following day in Aakwa ada to purchase some gold as I normally do on thursdays, when the miners come up from the mines. It is cheaper there and I buy gold to turn my money, it allows me to stay in Africa and live on the profit alone, you are welcome to come if you like, I said. Before she could answer,  the king called me aside and wanted to know if she had money to buy his gold, I assured him I had no idea, but if the price was right and she had the money I thought she would be willing to buy it.                                                            The pastor and I had planned this visit for months, I had even sent her to NewYork to meet with a few diamond buyers, because our plans were to meet in Ghana and fly to Sierra Leone to buy diamonds and have them cut and resold in New York, I involved the king of DoDo Wa because in was convenient, and my own brother had been crowned  the chief of development of that village. Being one of the few Americans that can legally export diamonds from west Africa, I wanted to use my company in Sierra Leone to do that business with her because as a christian pastor I felt I could trust her to pay me my comission for the use of my licensed company. She had flown in early because she wanted to set up her broadcasting system. Now she was having second thoughts, and had even mentioned coming back to fly to Sierra Leone. That night before she retired she told me she wanted to go with me because the kings gold was with the queen mother         and it would take a few days to get it. I agreed to have a driver pick her up the following morning and we would go to my place where I buy gold, there are probably as many places to buy gold in Ghana as people wanting to buy, and twice as many places to loose all your money too. Most Ghanians have never even seen real gold. The next day by the time Jo Ann and I arrived in Takwa I already had the usual amount of gold I wanted. My buyers have the money up front to buy for me and I normally just pick up the gold and head back to Accra to sell it, but this time Jo Ann and I stayed in the hotel and I told my people to keep bring the gold in to us because Jo Ann wanted to buy a bit. Buying this way is a bit safer because it is smaller pieces and it is streight from the mining area.  I prefer to buy in this way because sometimes the larger quantites will have silver refined into it to add weight. Gold in Ghana is weighed in blade weight, the bid is on how much you want to pay per blade and a blade is an old gilette razor blade. It is normally gold dust or smal nuggets, and is above 22K. Jo Ann was becoming more relaxed and friendly to the people as she felt the child like gentleness and respect she recieved, from the warm Ghanian people. Jo Ann was happy about her gold purchases, buy the end of the day and she decided to take my crew out to dinner, I could see that Ghana was starting to  appeal to her kinder side and she was falling in love with the many children that came out to greet her in the villages we drove thru when she insisted on stopping to get out and give them candy. We were in just such a village when Adjoa my partner, who had gone the night before to set up the buying process with her family of miners, slipped up to me so excited because she had bought a beautiful gold nugget with a small beautiful diamond stuck into it. I too got excited and begged her to sell it to me. I'd never seen anything like that before. She said she wanted to keep it to use in her wedding ring, when ever she got married. How much did you pay for it? Twenty thousand! she said with glee. Twenty thousand is $20.00 US!!! Hey I'll give you one million Adjoa one million, nooo it is for my wedding!! Ok I'll marry you! We both laughed and got back in the car to head back to Accra, to sell our gold. O! one million is $100. US.