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Moments of Bliss-Season 3…episode 5

Here we go again!

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Episode 5

Counting the last five, I had missed about fifty of her calls over the past two days. I didn’t plan calling back either. I put the phone back in my pocket and lay back in my office chair. She had left Kumasi two days ago, or rather was ‘forced’ to leave.

She had been around for almost a week by then, and had shown no signs of wanting to leave anytime soon. It may have been that she was waiting for the money, and not wanting to seem pushy by asking again, chose rather to stay longer than arranged, and hope I would volunteer it on my own. But that wasn’t going to happen. Most especially because not only did I not have ten thousand dollars lying around which I could just give out, and in this case most definitely with no hope of getting it back, but also because there had never been any such intention on my part of giving her any sort of money whatsoever, nevermind dollars.

I had to device a way to get her to leave without it looking like I was forcing her out, because she kept pushing forward the dates. First it was Tuesday, then Thursday, now she was talking of spending another weekend. Something had to be done, and I had an ace to play.

I sent Kwame the text…

“Chale, SOS…we for go Sunyani”

It needed no further explanation, it was a working strategy. Kwame was one of my guys at work, and we had an arrangement between ourselves; whenever one of us needed to get rid of an unwanted guest, a call was placed by the other…and received on loud speaker. She hadn’t seemed pleased when I told her I needed to leave town that evening. She had already heard the conversation I had with Kwame, I made sure of that; making sure to receive the call in her hearing…

“Chale, how be? Boss say some yawa for Sunyani oo…we for go fix um quick before morning else serious yawa”

I acted vexed and frustrated, and even though she was not best pleased herself, seeing as I was equally upset, she couldn’t complain much. I packed a bag, and waited for her to pack hers, and then together we headed for the bus terminal. I paid for my ticket to Sunyani, and then we paid for hers to Accra. We said our goodbyes, with me promising to call her, and got on our respective buses. A few minutes later, her bus was fully loaded and set off. Then I returned my ticket and went back home.

I’m not callous, but Ewurama was the kind of girl who needed to be taught a lesson, the kind of lesson you never forget, and I had been chosen to deliver that experience. During the two to three years I had lost direct contact with her, and whilst she was in school, Rockson had encountered her a few times on campus. On one of these occasions, he had been with a friend of ours, Horla. Horla had expressed interest in her, and though Rockson had warned him off due too her habit of making excessive demands, he still went ahead to make advances, and true to form she didn’t disappoint. She had told him the exact same thing she told me when we first met.

So when Rockson and Horla saw that text I had received from her, there was a clear consensus that something had to be done, and so the plan was hatched. They even chipped in for the plane ticket. She couldn’t keep doing this! Someone had to stop her, and that someone was me.

It had been over a month now since Ewurama happened, It was a Saturday and I had come to Accra for the weekend. I had planned earlier with Rockson to meet up, but his phone had been off for the past three hours. I was home with nothing to do, so I decided to go over to his place anyway. I picked an uber, still trying his line along the way, but it was still off. He lived at Abelenkpe, just about twenty minutes away from me. As we pulled up in front of the house, I noticed a grey corolla move up beside us on the other side of the road. I recognized it as Serwaa’s, Serwaa was Rockson’s girlfriend, or let’s just say one of them. She saw me and came up to the car, ” Is he around? I’ve been calling him for the past two hours but can’t reach him” I told her I didn’t know and hadn’t been able to reach him myself. She went on inside the compound ahead of me whilst I paid the driver.

A few moments later as I was walking along the lawn to the back of the house where his room was, and just before I got to the turn before his door, Serwaa rushed back past me, close to tears. Startled, I rushed towards his room, noticing a pair of ladies’ slippers on the mat in front. Rockson appeared at the door bare-chested, and about to chase up on Serwaa. He looked alarmed when he saw me, and stood in the entrance as if trying to block me from coming in. At that moment, a female voice I recognized shouted out from inside the room, “who was that?”

Then she appeared behind him…It was Ewurama…

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Moments of Bliss-Season 3…omnibus, with the NEW EPISODE 4!

So after a long break, we’re finally back!

To refreshen our memories, this is an omnibus of the episodes so far in season 3, complete with the new Episode 4!

As usual, please leave you comments on the blog, and you can contact me also on +233 202630301 WhatsApp.

Enjoy…

 

Episode 1

I first met Ewurama three years ago, back when I used to work in Accra.

It was a Friday night, and together with Rockson, who was a colleague from work, I was on my way home from an after-work hang out. Rockson was at the wheel, and we were driving through Abelenkpe to join the highway towards the Kwame Nkrumah Circle when we saw her. She was walking in the opposite direction to us, holding a pack of food.

Light skinned with braided her, the reflection from the street lights above made her glow even more. Rockson slowed down as we both tried to get a proper look as she walked by, and then fifty metres ahead he braked…

“chale, make we talk to um”.

We had a brief discussion as to who would speak to her, and then agreed that I should, since my window was closest to her. We reversed and came to a stop a couple of metres ahead of her, and then waited as she walked towards us.

We gave her a lift home, and after taking her number we went home ourselves.

This wasn’t love at first sight, not because she wasn’t good looking of course, but maybe because I was in for something other than love. But she was definitely someone I wanted to see more of though.
The usual dates and long calls followed. She was a nurse who had recently gone back to school to further upgrade her qualifications.

We kept seeing each other occasionally for about a month, and then one day she invited me home. She lived around Dzorwulu, in a single room. We spent the evening snacking and watched a movie.

Halfway through the movie, I slipped my hand down the side of her shorts. She moved my hand away, smiled and then got up from the edge of the bed where she had been sitting all this while. Standing and facing me, she asked what I wanted.

“It’s obvious isn’t it”, I replied,  trying to hide my frustration. Her brows furrowed as she replied, “Sex”?

I scoffed, “no, not that,… I want a relationship”

She stood quiet for a moment, and then moved to the wardrobe in the corner and began folding some clothes.

She stayed by the wardrobe for the rest of the time I was there. I left thirty minutes later, but not before she had accepted my proposal, albeit with a few conditions;

It was simple, all she expected from any guy who wanted to go out with her was that he would take care of her expenses; which she listed below as follows…

Her school fees ( First Degree Nursing)

Rent

Provisions.

And also, she needed a television and airconditioner…

 

Episode 2

It was simple, all she expected from any guy who wanted to go out with her was that he would take care of her expenses; which she listed below as follows…

Her school fees (First Degree Nursing)

Rent

Provisions.

And also, she needed a television and air conditioner…

“Siasem”

Those were the first words that came to mind, and I was just short of saying it out loud, but I restrained myself and kept an unfazed composure.

At this point, the only thing worse than her list was the fact that she seemed to think she was perfectly within her rights to demand such things!

Truth is I wasn’t the least bit fazed, I had found myself in similar situations many times before, and the template was always the same; play along for a while, flash a few Cedis or create such an illusion to draw her in, and then once she thought she had sucked you in deep enough, you struck first, leaving a clean pair of heels behind you; Classic sucker punch.

This was a previously tried and tested method, with a hundred percent success rate so far, but with Ewurama, I had hit a snag I hadn’t bargained for. She was no novice to this game, in fact she seemed to be so experienced that for each card I played she seemed to have a pack of aces waiting up her sleeve. To start with, I think she realized I wasn’t your average “mugu”, and so played a very patient game with me. What she didn’t know was that I was the spirit of patience itself; I could play the devil to the waiting game and would win.

Days stretched to months and soon enough a whole year had gone by, and all we had done together were a few pizza dates, a couple of visits to the movies and I think that was it.

If she thought I was actually going to pay her fees, when I was scarcely able to afford my own further studies, she had gravely misjudged me, because from the moment those words left her lips, I had determined not to fall victim to this rare species of gold digger.

Naturally, with me not fulfilling the terms of her contract, and with her not giving me any real pressure, we drifted apart, so far apart that it had been over a year we had heard from each other, when I got her text.

“Hi honey. Hope u good? I Know I’ve been a bad partner but I’ve been so busy with some stuff. I’m a bit free now so I thought it wise to contact you so we talk. Forgive me, but I’ve always loved you.”

I instantly recognized this as a scam of some sort, but a part of me felt I had a bit of unfinished business to carry out, and so I responded, and decided to take the game to her this time. I had to act quickly; I was in Accra for the weekend and was due to return to Kumasi the following day.

The plan was to convince her to come along with me, but in order for it to work, I had to create the illusion of me flashing the Cedis around, “abi you know dada”?

Knowing she probably wouldn’t want to travel the long journey by coach, and knowing her taste for the high life, I called in a few favours and managed to get two Star bow tickets to Kumasi.

True to expectation, she didn’t sound at all enthused when I suggested a coach ride to Kumasi. However, when I chipped in the fact that I had two air tickets booked for the purpose, she suddenly became very interested in the trip.

I made the necessary “preparations” both in Accra and in Kumasi for when we arrived; I had a pick up waiting at the airport with my “driver” on standby to take us home. It is in such situations that the most invaluable friends play the most crucial of roles.

On arrival, we were chauffeured first to get her pizza and chicken and then home. When we got home, there was a “messenger” waiting for me in front of my flat with a special order of ice cream for the lady. At this point you could almost touch the admiration in her eyes. I must admit I was mightily impressed myself at the level of first rate acting my most reliable of lieutenants came up with to create such a perfect illusion of affluence and extravagance, which was so crucial to the task at hand.

I escorted her inside to the bedroom and then took leave to see the “driver” off. Back downstairs and in the pick-up, we were joined by Frank, my supposed “messenger” who couldn’t keep back his laughter, ” herh, but chale she fine oo” Sarpong, who was my “driver” agreed with him, ” the chic fine muom” …

We had a good laugh together and then I left them to go back upstairs.

I could hear her in the shower as I entered the hall. It was rather hot inside and so I took off my shirt and with a mixed feeling of excitement and expectation, I headed for the bedroom.

 

Episode 3

Flicking the airconditioner switch on, I dragged my shirt back over my head and then flung myself onto the bed.

I pulled the curtains closer together to darken the room even more, and then switched the television on. I tuned into a movie channel, and lay my head back on the pillows staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments of blankness, I noticed the shower had stopped running; this meant she was done and would be back in the bedroom any moment. I quickly pulled off my jeans and dragged a pair of shorts on. Opening the wardrobe I fingered around a little before I found what I was looking for; I quickly ripped the pack open and pulled a packet out, stuffing it quickly into my back pocket. It was at that moment that she walked in from the bathroom dressed up in a pair of shorts and a see through black spaghetti-strap top.

Walking towards me she gave me a hug before lying down on the bed and rolling towards the edge against the wall. She turned a quick flash towards me before reaching for the cover cloth and slowly pulled it over her body, and then finally over her head.

laying down beside her I slid my hand beneath the sheets, resting it on her knee, and then with my other hand, I turned her over. She rolled over, seemingly a bit hesistant, and stared me in the eye for a few seconds. By this point my hands were rubbing on her thighs, inching up from the starting position on her knee. She had started squirming and making little sounds of pleasure now, but as I reached my hands further up, she reached down and held my hand tight, moving them away from the zipper and button on her shorts.

I moved my hand and rested it on her shoulder, gently playing with the strap of her top. She had a cold, hard look on her face, but her body movements beneath the sheets betrayed her demeanor.

In other words, her body seemed willing, but her mind wasn’t…or was it?

I slid the strap gently down her shoulder, playfully tickling her along the way. Her eyes closed as she let out a gentle sigh. With my other hand I gently slid up her top, revealing her belly button, with which I started to play. But again, just when it seemed she was ready to let herself go, she again stopped me by holding my hand which had wandered from on top of her navel back down to her shorts button. She turned to face me again, and as she did I cupped her chin in my hands and drew closer towards her lips, her eyes closing as my lips touched hers. They were soft and wet, and her hands reached out to hold me around the neck drawing me even closer. But as my chest touched her breasts, she again seemed startled by something and pushed me slowly away. It was as if something was on her mind and bothering her. She didn’t keep me wondering any longer though,

“baby, I need a favour”, I nodded for her to continue, “I need ten thousand cedis for a project”.

I almost gagged, but kept a cool face.

“what for”? I could barely conceal the giggle almost coming out of my mouth.

“For a project I’m starting, just let me know if you can get it for me, I will give you the details later”.

In my mind, I was shaking my head, but I nodded at her and said I would see what I could do. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, ” even if it’s less, eight thousand ‘koraa’ I can manage it.”

I smiled at her and replied, “no worries baby, I’ll see what I can do”, and then slid my hand back into the sheets, this time reaching straight for the zipper, and with my lips I reached for the spaghetti strap on her shoulder, licking her gently as I rolled it over her arm. She didn’t resist this time as I pulled the zip all the way down, undoing the button as well. By now my tongue was in the gap between her breasts and her moans of delight were louder now than just a few sighs.

Gently slipping down her shorts with one hand, and expertly sliding up her top with the other, I definitely gave a new angle to the meaning of ambidextrousity.

With her shorts on her ankles and her top all but off her body, I was startled when she again held my hand and gave me another push; do you have protection?

I smiled to myself as I reached into my back pocket, “of course I do”

 

Episode 4

I woke up to a warm feeling, with beads of sweat dripping from my face and chest. It was pitch dark outside. Peering through the curtains I realised even the street lights were out.

Must be another blackout I thought to myself.

That explained why I was sweating so much, because the air conditioning was off.

Ewurama rolled over briefly, startled out of her sleep by my movement. It took a few seconds for me to focus my orientations, and then my mind went back to the night before; the excitement, and then the anti-climax.

“do you have protection?” … “of course I do” …

We were both almost naked now, and enthralled in the throes of passion. Arms wrapped tightly each other with just the final act of love to bind us closer, and then that’s when she bailed out…

“No” … Initially I ignored her barely audible protests, mistaking them to be disguised implorations for me to carry on…But it soon became pretty clear that she wasn’t playing around when she said,

“NO! stop it”, pushing my hand away from in between her legs, she turned awayfrom me, “let’s sleep” I’m tired…

 

I peered through the dark to see if her eyes were closed. They were, I tried rolling her towards me to see what her reaction would be. She was stiff, and apart from a slight shrug of her shoulders, she wouldn’t budge. From the angle of the moon, and the distant crows of a cock, it must have been early dawn. I dragged myself to the bathroom and washed my face, then went to the hall. I wasn’t sleepy enough to go back to bed, and going to lie beside her again might just arouse me once more. I propped myself up against the wall and slid down to a sitting position and closed my eyes.

A few moments later I was startled by the feel of soft hands on my shoulders and a voice asking, “are you ok”?

Ewurama, perhaps wondering why I hadn’t come back to bed had come to see what was wrong. She wrapped her hands around my neck, biting gently on my ears, “baby, you remember the favour I asked you for? something came up, I need a bit more than that”.

I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them back after a minute, turned to look at her and said, “talk to me”.

“I need ten thousand dollars”.

 I almost choked on my saliva.

The ten thousand cedis ‘mpo’, I had no idea where I could get such money, now dollars!

I paused for a moment, flicking my fingers and rolling my eyes, as if to suggest I was trying to figure something out. Then feigning interest, I turned back to her, “what exactly is this project about”?

Then she started on about a boutique she was starting, and that she had all the plans in place, and had even almost completed furnishing the container, and now all she needed was money to get started.

“I see, but ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, I don’t have that kind of money”. I noticed her brows twitch a little as she replied, “don’t worry baby, how much can you get me for now”? I stalled for a moment before replying, “I’m not sure yet, I need to check my investments, can you give me a week”? Excited she clung to me tighter, let’s go back to bed. I dragged myself of the floor and together we made our way back to the bedroom. The electricity was still out but the moonlight had begun to filter in a bit more, and so it wasn’t as dark as it had been, even though it was still as warm. She pulled me closer towards her as we got to the bed and looked me in the eye, “baby, are you sure about the money”? I looked straight back at her, “I promise baby, anything for you”. She leant forward on me, the unexpected reaction pushing me back on to the bed. I held her tight, as she reached into my shorts and grabbed me. Then she leant forward and started to kiss me. This time as I reached for her zipper and slid her shorts down, she willed me on, grabbing harder between my legs. I was sweating more than ever now, not from the heat, but the excitment.

The moon it seemed in its silver glow, was rooting for me as it shone its dim and gentle light through the gaps in the curtains.

This time she didnt even ask for protection, but I still had it in the back of my pocket.

As I slid in gently, the crowing cock in the distance let out an approving “cock-a-doodle-doo”!!! 

 

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Moments of Bliss-Season 3…episode 3

Here we go again!

As usual please leave your comments on the blog, and you can contact me also on 0202630301 WhatsApp…

Enjoy…

Episode 3

Flicking the airconditioner switch on, I dragged my shirt back over my head and then flung myself onto the bed.

I pulled the curtains closer together to darken the room even more, and then switched the television on. I tuned into a movie channel, and lay my head back on the pillows staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments of blankness, I noticed the shower had stopped running; this meant she was done and would be back in the bedroom any moment. I quickly pulled off my jeans and dragged a pair of shorts on. Opening the wardrobe I fingered around a little before I found what I was looking for; I quickly ripped the pack open and pulled a packet out, stuffing it quickly into my back pocket. It was at that moment that she walked in from the bathroom dressed up in a pair of shorts and a see through black spaghetti-strap top. 

Walking towards me she gave me a hug before lying down on the bed and rolling towards the edge against the wall. She turned a quick flash towards me before reaching for the cover cloth and slowly pulled it over her body, and then finally over her head. 

laying down beside her I slid my hand beneath the sheets, resting it on her knee, and then with my other hand, I turned her over. She rolled over, seemingly a bit hesistant, and stared me in the eye for a few seconds. By this point my hands were rubbing on her thighs, inching up from the starting position on her knee. She had started squirming and making little sounds of pleasure now, but as I reached my hands further up, she reached down and held my hand tight, moving them away from the zipper and button on her shorts.

I moved my hand and rested it on her shoulder, gently playing with the strap of her top. She had a cold, hard look on her face, but her body movements beneath the sheets betrayed her demeanor.

In other words, her body seemed willing, but her mind wasn’t…or was it?

I slid the strap gently down her shoulder, playfully tickling her along the way. Her eyes closed as she let out a gentle sigh. With my other hand I gently slid up her top, revealing her belly button, with which I started to play. But again, just when it seemed she was ready to let herself go, she again stopped me by holding my hand which had wandered from on top of her navel back down to her shorts button. She turned to face me again, and as she did I cupped her chin in my hands and drew closer towards her lips, her eyes closing as my lips touched hers. They were soft and wet, and her hands reached out to hold me around the neck drawing me even closer. But as my chest touched her breasts, she again seemed startled by something and pushed me slowly away. It was as if something was on her mind and bothering her. She didn’t keep me wondering any longer though, 

“baby, I need a favour”, I nodded for her to continue, “I need ten thousand cedis for a project”.

I almost gagged, but kept a cool face. 

“what for”? I could barely conceal the giggle almost coming out of my mouth.

“For a project I’m starting, just let me know if you can get it for me, I will give you the details later”.

In my mind, I was shaking my head, but I nodded at her and said I would see what I could do. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, ” even if it’s less, eight thousand ‘koraa’ I can manage it.”

I smiled at her and replied, “no worries baby, I’ll see what I can do”, and then slid my hand back into the sheets, this time reaching straight for the zipper, and with my lips I reached for the spaghetti strap on her shoulder, licking her gently as I rolled it over her arm. She didn’t resist this time as I pulled the zip all the way down, undoing the button as well. By now my tongue was in the gap between her breasts and her moans of delight were louder now than just a few sighs.

Gently slipping down her shorts with one hand, and expertly sliding up her top with the other, I definitely gave a new angle to the meaning of ambidextrousity. 

With her shorts on her ankles and her top all but off her body, I was startled when she again held my hand and gave me another push; do you have protection?

I smiled to myself as I reached into my back pocket, “of course I do”…

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Moments of Bliss-Season 3…episode 2

I’ve been away for a few months, but we’re back!

As usual please leave your comments on the blog, and you can contact me also on 0202630301 WhatsApp…

Enjoy…

Episode 2

 

…It was simple, all she expected from any guy who wanted to go out with her was that he would take care of her expenses; which she listed below as follows…

Her school fees (First Degree Nursing)

Rent

Provisions.

And also, she needed a television and air conditioner…

“Siasem”

Those were the first words that came to mind, and I was just short of saying it out loud, but I restrained myself and kept an unfazed composure.

At this point, the only thing worse than her list was the fact that she seemed to think she was perfectly within her rights to demand such things!

Truth is I wasn’t the least bit fazed, I had found myself in similar situations many times before, and the template was always the same; play along for a while, flash a few Cedis or create such an illusion to draw her in, and then once she thought she had sucked you in deep enough, you struck first, leaving a clean pair of heels behind you; Classic sucker punch.

This was a previously tried and tested method, with a hundred percent success rate so far, but with Ewurama, I had hit a snag I hadn’t bargained for. She was no novice to this game, in fact she seemed to be so experienced that for each card I played she seemed to have a pack of aces waiting up her sleeve. To start with, I think she realized I wasn’t your average “mugu”, and so played a very patient game with me. What she didn’t know was that I was the spirit of patience itself; I could play the devil to the waiting game and would win.

Days stretched to months and soon enough a whole year had gone by, and all we had done together were a few pizza dates, a couple of visits to the movies and I think that was it.

If she thought I was actually going to pay her fees, when I was scarcely able to afford my own further studies, she had gravely misjudged me, because from the moment those words left her lips, I had determined not to fall victim to this rare species of gold digger.

Naturally, with me not fulfilling the terms of her contract, and with her not giving me any real pressure, we drifted apart, so far apart that it had been over a year we had heard from each other, when I got her text.

“Hi honey. Hope u good? I Know I’ve been a bad partner but I’ve been so busy with some stuff. I’m a bit free now so I thought it wise to contact you so we talk. Forgive me, but I’ve always loved you.”

I instantly recognized this as a scam of some sort, but a part of me felt I had a bit of unfinished business to carry out, and so I responded, and decided to take the game to her this time. I had to act quickly; I was in Accra for the weekend and was due to return to Kumasi the following day.

The plan was to convince her to come along with me, but in order for it to work, I had to create the illusion of me flashing the Cedis around, “abi you know dada”?

Knowing she probably wouldn’t want to travel the long journey by coach, and knowing her taste for the high life, I called in a few favours and managed to get two Star bow tickets to Kumasi.

True to expectation, she didn’t sound at all enthused when I suggested a coach ride to Kumasi. However, when I chipped in the fact that I had two air tickets booked for the purpose, she suddenly became very interested in the trip.

I made the necessary “preparations” both in Accra and in Kumasi for when we arrived; I had a pick up waiting at the airport with my “driver” on standby to take us home. It is in such situations that the most invaluable friends play the most crucial of roles.

On arrival, we were chauffeured first to get her pizza and chicken and then home. When we got home, there was a “messenger” waiting for me in front of my flat with a special order of ice cream for the lady. At this point you could almost touch the admiration in her eyes. I must admit I was mightily impressed myself at the level of first rate acting my most reliable of lieutenants came up with to create such a perfect illusion of affluence and extravagance, which was so crucial to the task at hand.

I escorted her inside to the bedroom and then took leave to see the “driver” off. Back downstairs and in the pick-up, we were joined by Frank, my supposed “messenger” who couldn’t keep back his laughter, ” herh, but chale she fine oo” Sarpong, who was my “driver” agreed with him, ” the chic fine muom” …

We had a good laugh together and then I left them to go back upstairs.

I could hear her in the shower as I entered the hall. It was rather hot inside and so I took off my shirt and with a mixed feeling of excitement and expectation, I headed for the bedroom…

 

 

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Moments Of Bliss-Season 3…episode 1

Welcome to Season Three of Moments of Bliss!

Follow me as we find out how Yao is going to get over his disappointment with Ekua.

And of course, you didnt think Frank and the boys were just gonna vanish into thin air did you?!

One thing I can guarantee you is suspense!

Enjoy…

 

Episode 1

 

 

I first met Ewurama three years ago, back when I used to work in Accra.

It was a Friday night, and together with Rockson, who was a colleague from work, I was on my way home from an after-work hang out. Rockson was at the wheel, and we were driving through Abelenkpe to join the highway towards the Kwame Nkrumah Circle when we saw her. She was walking in the opposite direction to us, holding a pack of food.

Light skinned with braided her, the reflection from the street lights above made her glow even more. Rockson slowed down as we both tried to get a proper look as she walked by, and then fifty metres ahead he braked…

“chale, make we talk to um”.

We had a brief discussion as to who would speak to her, and then agreed that I should, since my window was closest to her. We reversed and came to a stop a couple of metres ahead of her, and then waited as she walked towards us.

We gave her a lift home, and after taking her number we went home ourselves.

This wasn’t love at first sight, not because she wasn’t good looking of course, but maybe because I was in for something other than love. But she was definitely someone I wanted to see more of though.
The usual dates and long calls followed. She was a nurse who had recently gone back to school to further upgrade her qualifications.

We kept seeing each other occasionally for about a month, and then one day she invited me home. She lived around Dzorwulu, in a single room. We spent the evening snacking and watched a movie.

Halfway through the movie, I slipped my hand down the side of her shorts. She moved my hand away, smiled and then got up from the edge of the bed where she had been sitting all this while. Standing and facing me, she asked what I wanted.

“It’s obvious isn’t it”, I replied,  trying to hide my frustration. Her brows furrowed as she replied, “Sex”?

I scoffed, “no, not that,… I want a relationship”

She stood quiet for a moment, and then moved to the wardrobe in the corner and began folding some clothes.

She stayed by the wardrobe for the rest of the time I was there. I left thirty minutes later, but not before she had accepted my proposal, albeit with a few conditions;

It was simple, all she expected from any guy who wanted to go out with her was that he would take care of her expenses; which she listed below as follows…

Her school fees ( First Degree Nursing)

Rent

Provisions.

And also, she needed a television and airconditioner…

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Moments Of Bliss-Season 2…episode 10…Season Finale.

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Episode 10: Season Finale…

Even though this was the second time she had done this, it somehow felt different this time around; there was a lot more conviction in her voice for one, and it seemed she had given it a lot of thought. She sounded strong, and looked determined when she stared into my eyes without blinking. Perhaps most telling, and that which condemned my heart to defeat, were my own instincts. They told me this was real, and not to fight it, and so I didn’t…well at least eventually.

The first few days were unimaginably difficult. She still called, to ‘check up on me’, sent me messages on Facebook and WhatsApp, and generally tried to keep the lines open. But try as I did, I just couldn’t act tough. I soon found myself begging for a proper explanation; what was wrong with me? Did I do some things she didn’t like?…But she wouldn’t budge, she just kept saying the same things; that we just weren’t right for each other…whatever that meant.

Soon I was asking her to reconsider her decision, which she insisted she couldn’t. It was a painful couple of days which tested my emotional fortitude to the limit, and then miraculously, because I hadn’t expected it to be so soon, I was suddenly able to blank out most of the thoughts and memories.

I still think about her every now and then, and we even met up a few months after for dinner, but it wasn’t the same.

Sometimes I wonder what could have been, but I guess some things are just not meant to be.

And Ekua wasn’t…
It wasn’t soon after that I moved on, and the story I’m going to tell you next has some rather incredulous details, some which may seem exaggerated, but which I assure you, are accurate to the very last last detail.
It was the last day of the Easter holidays, which I had been spending with my parents and brother somewhere in the Eastern Region. It was late evening and we had just finished the usual holiday ritual of fufu and light soup, when my phone started ringing. It was Ewurama. I muted it, lay my head back on the pillow, ignoring the subsequent vibrations which meant she was still calling.

I woke up some minutes later realising I had dozed off. Checking my phone, I saw I had a few whatsApp notifications including one from Ewurama…

“Hi honey. Hope u good? I Know I’ve been a bad partner but I’ve been so busy with some stuff. I’m a bit bit free now so I thought it wise to contact you so we talk. Forgive me, but I’ve always loved you.”

This was strange, especially since I hadn’t  heard from Ewurama in over a year, but knowing Ewurama, I think I knew what she was up to…

 

Watch out for season 3!!!.

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HIGH SCHOOL (Book 4)…Project, disco weeding and bila!

​The rest of the week went by without incident and soon again it was Friday. The suspended boys and girls had left and everything went back to normal. 

I was in math class and was very hungry! This was murder;  how long were we expected to wait between meals over here? We had breakfast at nine, and even though we had a break around twelve, it wasn’t as if I had money to spend at the canteen! My Dad just didn’t see the need.

“There’s dining isn’t there?

And you’ve got your provisions”?

That was in response to me asking him for pocket money the day he dropped me off. So all I had on me was a 5000 Cedi note which my mum had given me. That money left me the very first night; Mr Akpadie came around just before lights out and collected money from each and every one of us ostensibly to buy padlocks and brooms for the House. 

A week later, ten padlocks, one for each dorm were shown to us and a bundle of about six brooms. 

Finally, the siren went off; that meant it was Two, and time for lunch. I rushed off to the dorm to get my plate and cutlery and made for the dining hall. We had rice again, but with beans stew this time, which was much better than the soupy stew.

Half an hour later, I was back in the dorm and lying on my bed. Siesta, they called it, and it wasn’t optional. This was just another opportunity for those bullies to make more sardines off some unlucky junior who so much as blinked when he was supposed to be fast asleep snoring. I was in no mood to part with any more of my food, so I covered myself with a blanket and lay down as still as a rock. I often wondered how on earth they thought it possible for anyone to get any decent piece of rest in less than twenty minutes. Soon, the siren went off again and the bullies were back at it, threatening fire and brimstone on those who dared oversleep for even a second. 

It was scrubbing time. Thank God tomorrow was Saturday! Finally a chance to get some proper sleep I thought, but alas! I was wrong.

I was exhausted when I got back from prep that night and went straight to bed, but it felt like I had barely been asleep a minute, when I heard the loud clapping. For a few moments I thought I was dreaming. A minute later, a stinging pain seared across my back, I jumped up and instinctively shouted out, turning around I found myself face to face with the senior dorm monitor.  His name was ‘Terror’ and I think I understood why,

“Report downstairs”, he shouted and moved on to wake another poor soul up.Downstairs in our pyjamas we looked a groggy sight. Terror soon appeared on the corridor upstairs together with Sly.

“Go and get your cutlasses and come back down in three minutes, we’re going for project”!

The word project usually brings to mind images of some scientific experiment in a lab, but in Triple H College, the word had a totally different meaning. 

I think it’s time I introduced you to our school motto, ‘Head, Heart, Hand’. Head was meant to signify book knowledge, which obviously was why we were here. Heart stood for moral uprightness and love for our neighbours, which was all very well, but Hand, that was the one component of our motto, which I sincerely believe had been deliberately misinterpreted. Of all the things the hand could be used for, our masters conveniently chose to see this as a call for work; hard work or more aptly put, weeding. From the first day I knew all that grass was a bad sign, it looked almost like it had been grown that way on purpose.

Triple H College was definitely no paradise for a first former.

We trudged along behind Terror, headed in the direction of the football field. The other boys’ houses were lined up along the field up the road from Trost, and I could just make out the figures of lots of other forlorn-looking boys dragging their cutlasses along and headed in the same direction. Clearly, we weren’t the only ones whose sleep had been curtailed. Terror came to a stop in front of the football pole directly facing Trost and then raised his hands, signalling us to a stop. Then in his booming voice he announced, 

“Trost boys are to take from this pole to the centre, I expect you to finish in thirty minutes so I can inspect”

Thirty minutes!!! Even with the forty of us here, this looked like a one week job at the least. 

Over on the other side, the boys of Lincoln House had already started clearing up their portions, and it took another yelled threat from Terror to get us working.

I stared at the long piece of sharp metal in my hands. I was familiar with a cutlass, just that I wasn’t familiar with how to use one. I’d tried swinging one before; back home it had looked pretty easy seeing my elder brothers clear the back yard, and so I’d taken a swing myself. I ended up almost taking my head off that time!

I looked over to my left and saw Elvis bent over swinging his cutlass with such ease. Elvis was big and tall with huge muscles, and looked like someone who’d been in this business from the day he was born. Around me, it was comforting to see lots of the others finding it rather difficult swinging theirs own cutlasses. James, who was standing just in front of me had gone on his knees and grabbed a huge tuft of grass, and was busily cutting away like it was a piece of bread. Some of the other boys who clearly found this rather amusing had gathered around and were cheering him on. He didn’t get to feel  good about himself for too long though; Terror, who we all thought had gone off into the darkness somewhere, suddenly appeared from nowhere and landed a well-placed punch somewhere between his shoulder and back , 

“get up and weed the thing properly, do you think we are here to joke”?!

The others quickly scattered and I hurriedly moved on to make myself look busy. That was my plan; to loiter around and hope the others finished up quick enough for me to go and get some sleep. My plan might have just worked perfectly if William hadn’t happened to be weeding around the same spot I’d wondered over to. 
William still hadn’t forgotten about his food we’d stolen on the first night, and was even more incensed over the fact that we’d somehow gotten away with it. 

“Hey! Why aren’t you weeding”? He blurted over at me. 

“Comot for der!” I yelled back in pidgin. 

William promptly dropped his cutlass and walked off towards Terror. I don’t know what he told him but Terror was up on me in a flash. 

Grabbing me by the scuff of the neck he dragged me off to a patch of devilish looking grass. Spreading out his arms in a sweeping motion, he graphically marked out an area, 

“Finish this, I’m waiting for you”.  True to his word, Terror wasn’t going anywhere. 

I didn’t have muscles like Elvis, but it couldn’t be that difficult. I lifted my skinny arm back and aimed at a particularly stubborn looking patch of weeds. My cutlass got stuck in the mud around the tuft. Looking over my shoulder I could see Terror shaking his head and looking very menacing. I aimed another blow at the patch and this time my cutlass came bouncing back in a shower of sparks; I’d struck a stone this time. I wasn’t giving up, I raised my arm once more, but before I could bring it back down, I felt the cutlass pulled right out of my grip. Spinning around, I would have given anything for it to have been Terror standing behind me, but there stood Mr. Akpadie!

“You’ think we’re playing here boy”?!

He handed my cutlass back and marched me off in the direction of the hedges on the edges of the field, where a few other boys were already at work.
The hedge trimming was a much easier exercise and I’d trimmed almost a whole row before the sun began to come up. Behind me, the Trost plot was diminishing thick and fast.

With the rising of the sun, came a species of animal which we’d previously not noticed; perhaps because it had been too dark to do so. They looked somewhere between a cross of grass cutter and house rat. I’d never seen one before, but from the way some of the boys started chasing them around, I knew this had to be some really good edible stuff, and promptly joined in the chase. Even Terror and the other seniors supposed to be supervising us joined in the chase. Together with James and Livingstone, I managed to cut down about three of them. The appearance of these pseudo-rats brought our project to an abrupt end and those of us victorious in the hunt brandished high our capture. Soon we were performing a different kind of project on the lifeless specimens. Around us on the front lawns, the other hunters were busily preparing their capture too. 

Several little fires sprung up and several little rat-like bodies roasted upon them. It was a good thing Mr Akpadie was out in town else we’d have had more than just a little explaining to worry about.

These rats tasted quite good; almost like chicken. Someone said they were called bila.

Whatever it was, I didn’t care, this was some really tasty meat!     

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Moments Of Bliss-Season 2…episode 9

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Episode 9


I was just about dozing off when I got Maame’s text message. 

I jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on my jeans before splashing some water on my face, and squeezing some pepsodent toothpaste into my mouth. 

The message was short and tempting, and with hindsight, a bit misleading…

It read, “Come take me out”

I hadn’t been to Maame’s hostel before, but I knew how to get there. I ran the whole two hundred  metres up the street leading to the main road, from where I would pick a trotro into campus.

It was only when I got onto the trotro that I started thinking things over. I had texted a reply back to let her know I was on my way, but hadn’t even thought of where we would go, or perhaps more importantly, why she had all of a sudden thought up that we go hang out. 

Maybe she was feeling bored, I told myself, or maybe she had started to like me? I smiled to myself as I rehearsed a few lines I might use later on.

She met me a few metres from the front of the hostel. I asked where she would like us to go for what I was thinking would be our first date. Only then did I find out that what she had in mind was not what you could actually call a date; she wanted company to go and see her sister!

On the taxi ride, I got a rather unexpected call, from Ekua. I hit the volume key to silence it since I didn’t want to speak to her with Maame around. 

It was an unexpected even if anticipated call; I was hoping for an explanation at least as to what she had meant by those text messages.

At our destination a few minutes later, and with hell about to break loose, I would have given anything to be back home safe in my bed…The look on Yayra’s face when she saw me at the gate with Maame, who turned out to be her sister, was as close to death as a look could get. Maame didn’t make matters better either with her constant badgering and questioning. Considering she wasn’t entirely innocent in this matter herself, she would have been better of keeping quiet I thought. 

In the midst of the confusion which was brewing, someone mentioned the name Sarpong, and my mind went back to Frank; I had heard him say that name before. 

Well, Nana Yaw, Sarpong or whatever his name was didn’t seem to be taking things particularly  well either, because even though he was pretty much in a spot of bother himself, he kept glancing towards me with a quite menacing look. With Maame caught up trying to extract answers from a visibly mortified Yayra and Sarpong, I took my chance to quietly slip away from what was a situation sure to soon boil over; placing my phone to my ear, I pulled the age old trick of faking a call. I slithered into the darkness beyond the street lights, and soon as I was far enough, I broke into a brisk jog, moving as far away as possible.



Three days later:




Given that Yayra and I lived within the same compound, the past three days had been rather uncomfortable, for the both of us. To begin with, Yayra had refused to pick any of my calls since, and seemed to be making a great effort to avoid me as well. She had also blocked me on WhatsApp.
Her boyfriend wouldn’t have connected the dots to figure out that Yayra had slept with me, but the Maame agenda was definitely through the window now; what rotten luck to be caught hitting on two girls who turned out to be sisters! 

It was Friday and I was going to Accra. I had returned Ekua’s call the night I had made my escape from the debacle. She told me everything about the text messages; and the fact that she had spoken to some people about me. I asked if she would be free on Saturday so we could catch a movie at the Silverbird Cinema, to which she replied yes. This was the reason why I was going to Accra. It would also be the first time we would be seeing each other since our kiss. I still thought about it, the memory of that night was so raw, and I had a lot of expectations for tomorrow night when we went to the movies. I had it all planned out in my head; another passionate kiss, I hoped, or even anticipated.

Later that night when I arrived in Accra, I called Ekua to let her know I had come, and also to find out if she was free to hang out for the night. She said she wasn’t though, and so I just stayed home for the night, a bit tired from my five hour bus ride. 

We were supposed to meet up at the mall around five PM, but by 5.30, I still hadn’t heard from her, so I called to find out where she was. She said she was in the office helping a friend fill out some forms. She seemed a bit distracted whilst talking to me, and I could hear a male voice in the background before she hung up, saying she would call me as soon as she was ready.

I hung around a bit, window shopping till finally she called me a few minutes after six to tell me she was on her way. Soon later she finally did arrive.

We watched The new X-men movie, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I tried sneaking quick kisses in between scenes, but each time she casually pushed me away. She wasn’t as lively as she usually was around me, and I soon gave up on trying to kiss her. After the movie we had a cup of coffee at the 2nd Cup café downstairs and had a little chat. She was a little more animated now, and we talked quite a bit till it was late. 

It was around ten PM when we finally did leave the mall in her car; she offered to drop me off at 37, since her house was in another direction and it was a bit too late for her to drop me off first. 

She parked at the bus stop in front of the 37 Catholic Church, and just as I was about to say my goodbyes, she asked me to wait and that she had something to tell me. She shifted uncomfortably in her seet for a moment and then turned to face me,

“Yao, I don’t think we should see each other anymore”…

My heart sunk and sunk even deeper as she explained her decision. She said after a lot of thought and consultation, and even though she liked me a lot, we couldn’t be together, but she hoped we could remain good friends. 

I tried to act alright, and told her I was okay with her decision. I opened the door to let myself out, but she stopped me and asked for a hug first, joking,

“You dierr you are not romantic koraaa”

I held her close for a few seconds and then let myself out, promising to call her when I got home.

Outside, the air was cool and dry. I started walking away into the dark, and then turned around briefly and saw she was still parked. I stood still and waited for a while. A few moments later she drove off…

Almost fighting back tears, I stood and watched as the person I had so often imagined would be the love of my life moved away and out of my life…

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Moments Of Bliss-Season 2…episode 8

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Episode 8

The phone kept beeping amongst the heap of clothes lying scattered on the bed. Maame screamed out in frustration as she tried to find it in the mess. At last she did find it, the beeping was a message from her sister. “Finally”, she thought out to herself. She really needed help in cleaning up this mess she had created, all in the name of clearing out her wardrobe. she surprised herself with just how many clothes she had!

She screamed out again after reading the message, “arrrgh”

Yayra wasn’t coming, not only that, she wanted Maame to come meet her at her boyfriend’s house. 

“This girl paaa!”

And this her faceless boyfriend, all she kept hearing was Sarpong…Sarpong …Sarpong, yet she had never once met him. 

But it wasn’t like Yayra to just cancel an appointment, and it certainly wasn’t like her to ask her to meet her up anywhere without an explanation. She tried calling but she wasn’t answering. A few minutes later however, she received a WhatsApp message with Google map directions. Grunting and moaning to herself, she grudgedly headed for the shower, but not before grabbing her phone, scrolling through the contacts and sending a text of her own. She lingered a bit wondering whether to call, but thought against it before checking to see if a reply had come yet. She waited a few more seconds, then threw the phone back on the bed and entered the shower.

Yayra and Sarpong hardly spoke on their way back to Sarpong’s place. They didn’t talk much when they got inside either. Sarpong tried to break the ice as he sat on the armrest of the couch she was seated in. Placing an arm around her neck he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry”. She pushed his hand away and sat cross-legged facing the other way.

She had to be honest with herself, she had almost had enough of Sarpong. She hated herself for the way she felt, but it had all started when she started seeing Yao, and that was partly Sarpong’s fault too; if he hadn’t been acting the brat all the time. But this evening, something else had got her mind wondering; Sarpong’s strange reaction when he saw Maame’s picture. He looked like he had seen a ghost. She was as confused as she was angry, but she needed to find out what was going on, so unknown to him, she had texted Yayra to meet her at his place, which wouldn’t be too hard to find especially with the Google map directions she had sent.

Sarpong put a movie on and soon enough they were both engulfed in the action. Sarpong made a few more moves to try and ease the tension. After a few unsuccessful tries, he managed to ease himself into the sofa beside her and she snuggled up against him. Quickly enough, the action on the screens was forgotten, and they started some action of their own; gentle kisses and touches and a couple of moaned apologies from both sides. In fact they were so deep into it that Yayra failed to hear her phone vibrating on the carpeted floor. 
Maame frustratedly banged her hands on her lap. She had followed the directions on google maps and the taxi was now parked in the middle of two houses, that was as far as the map would bring them, but Yayra was not picking up.  How annoying could a sister get!

She turned and muttered a sorry to her male companion beside her on the back seat. The taxi driver was getting a bit impatient now so she paid him and they got out. Standing by the road, she kept calling.

Squirming and moaning in delight, Yayra almost forgot she was angry with Sarpong, and had most certainly forgotten she was waiting for her sister. Grabbing his neck tighter she pulled him closer and then felt her phone vibrating beneath her feet. She pushed him away before jumping up and grabbing ber phone…seven missed calls! She dialled back quickly, 

“Sorry Maame, are you here?”

Sarpong turned at her, “Who is that”? 

Yayra turned to face Sarpong who was shaking with anger now, “I said who is that”! He shouted out no longer able to control his anger. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just my sister, I thought you might want to meet her”,

Yayra had a mischievous grin on her face as she hurried for the door. Sarpong was hot behind her as he tried to stop her from going out. She was too quick for him and before be could stop her she was outside and heading for the gate. Beneath the streetlights behind the wall, she could make out two figures, both she and Sarpong were at the gate now. She opened it and Maame was taken aback as Sarpong was revealed behind the gate, 

“Nana Yaw”! 

Yayra then took one look at the male figure accompanying Maame and gasped, barely audibly blurting out his name, 

“Yao”!…