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Moments of Bliss-Season 3…episode 3

Here we go again!

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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!

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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)



And also, she needed a television and air conditioner…


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!



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)



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

Welcome back! Hope u enjoyed the last episode? I guarantee this one is going to throw up a few surprises!

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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, 


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Moments Of Bliss-Season 2…episode 7

Happy Boxing day! I’ve been away for quite a while, but finally episode 7 is here! And I’m so sorry for keeping you all waiting.

It’s time to catch up with our friends Yao, Ekua, Frank, Yayra, Sarpong et al and as always they are up to no good!

So sit back, relax and enjoy😀

Episode 7

So Maame was one of those girls you took a punt on once in a while; she was pretty, no, scratch that…she was hot! she was one of those who would either say yes or no, but there was no way you could tell till you went all in. 

It was a bit awkward at first; you know the whole introduction thing, but thank God for WhatsApp, it made these things a whole lot easier these days.

“I wasn’t dating, neither did I have any serious plans of doing so, not until I met her that is…she got me thinking again”.

That’s what I had told Maame when she asked if I had a girlfriend. These were well rehearsed lines I used ever so often, as was the follow up line to the question,

“how come you aren’t dating”?  

That was easy, 

“my girlfriend broke up with me a few months ago.”

Then they would ask why? Then I would bring up the emotionally wrenching story of she leaving me to get married to an older man. It worked all the time; and it worked a treat with Maame; she would call every now and then to check if I was doing ok. I felt I was drawing closer to this lady, and these feelings were threatening to come in the way of Yayra and I.

Yayra it seemed to me was a bit distant of late. She no longer called as often as she used to. She almost didn’t seem bothered anymore. It had only been four months but it already seemed we had been going out forever, and if I didn’t know better I would have said she was seeing someone else. Or was she? She had been acting a bit strange all day, and then suddenly she threw our plans of going to my place together out of the window. To be fair, they weren’t exactly ‘our plans’; more of what I had cooked up in my head, but I believe I am entitled to think I could take my girlfriend home after a successful make up session, don’t you think? So naturally I was pissed when she started talking of having to go meet her sister and all that. I didnt quite believe her, and when her phone rang, my eyes darted to the screen to try and catch a glimpse of who was calling, and that’s when she practically shrugged it in my face, 

” look, I told you, It’s my sister, she’s calling”.

 To say my heart sunk would be a very underwhelming statement. It practically ceased to exist the moment my brain processed the image smiling back at me from Yayra’s phone screen.

“Tha…tha…thaat’s your sister”?, I blurted out trying unsuccessfully to hide my surprise and fear.

For a second it seemed like Yayra had a suspicious look on her face, which was confirmed when she asked why I looked shocked. Having slightly gained my composure back, I smiled and looked at her with a forced confused look about my face, ” what are you talking about”?. “She’s really beautiful”, I kept smiling to mask my shock.

Still looking unconvinced and perhaps a bit guilty of having to let me down, Yayra came up with what she thought was the best possible compromise, beaming up at me she said, “you know what, why don’t you come with me and let’s help my sister? and then I promise I will come and stay the night with you”.

For the second time that evening my heart almost gave up on me; this time it probably sunk lower than my balls, and was refusing to come back up. And from the second time also that evening, Yayra stared at me with a very puzzled look on her face, and also a hint of anger mixed with frustration, ” what is it about my sister? Why do you keep doing this”? 

I had to keep on top of things and fired my own salvo to mask what was happening, ” you koraa, what is all this? You know what, just go! I’ll go home alone, don’t worry about it”

Something I said must have tickled her because she took out her phone, typed a message for about a minute or so and then turned to me, let’s go.

I wanted to ask her if she didn’t need to go to her sister’s anymore, but the look on her face changed my mind. I stopped a taxi and gave the driver the directions, and off we went in silence…

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Moments Of Bliss-Season 2…episode 6 

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Episode 6
“You don’t think he’s right for me?”

“But You havn’t met him”

“Sorry, wrong message”…

‘Hmmmm’, what was going on? Was Ekua trying to send me some sort of a message? Whatever it was, she had definitely been discussing a relationship of sorts with someone, and whoever it was didn’t approve of it. This wasn’t good; if it wasn’t me she was referring to, it meant there was someone else she was considering. If it was me, then someone somewhere was filling her mind up with ideas. I dialled her number, but after two attempts she didn’t pick up. I shrugged, and then went back to playing scrabble on my phone. 

I hadn’t heard much from Yayra during the day and wondered if she was back home, and so I called her to find out. She said she was on campus with her sister and would let me know when she got home. It was fun what I had going on with Yayra, and even though she had a boyfriend, and I knew what we had wasn’t right, I didn’t care. She was happy to be with me, and that meant something wasn’t right with her relationship, and I was happy to fill in. Maame maybe could be an ideal alternative if the Ekua thing didn’t work out, because even though Ekua and I had kissed and all that, I still didn’t get the right kind of vibes from her. She was still as much of an enigma as before. There were times when it felt like she was just a hair’s breadth away from saying yes to me, and other times when it felt we were miles apart. The passion in our kiss was real though, and for all the girls I was jumping through at the moment, I knew if Ekua would just accept me, I would forget about the rest of them in an instant. But the problem with Ekua was you just couldn’t tell.

She was really serious with the church thing, and more often than not I could sense she disapproved of my not too enthusiastic spiritual life; not that I wasn’t religious, I was, but she was on a different level; mid week services, bible study classes, and thirty day fasting sessions. So let’s just say my limited spiritual activity did not impress her. She had on more than one occasion intimated that she wanted me to meet her spiritual father.Something in me didn’t trust these spiritual fathers though; I had heard so many stories, and I didn’t feel good about having to go before someone who wasn’t her dad, and who was essentially my age, in order to gain ‘approval’.

I tried linking up Maame again on her WhatsApp, but she was offline. I looked through my window to see if the lights at the back were on, they weren’t, that meant Yayra still wasn’t back. I called Ekua again, but there was still no response, and so I switched the lights out and lay myself back on the bed, my mind drowning in thoughts. 

I pressed send before realizing it was to the wrong person. “Damn”! I switched off the data hoping it would stop the WhatsApp messages from delivering, but it was too late. It had already ticked once, meaning they had been delivered. I switched the data back on and sent another one saying it was a wrong message.

The messages had been meant for Brother Chris, with whom I’d been chatting, but somehow I clicked on Yao, and now hoped to God he would either ignore the messages or not think much of them.

Brother Chris was leader of my weekly Bible study class, and I discussed everything with him. We were both single at this point, and he gave a lot of advice on choosing the right life partner, and this was what I was in for now; I was tired of the whole boyfriend game, I wanted to get married. So I had told him about Yao, and that I was considering saying yes to his proposal. He said we should pray about it, but then he also wanted to meet him too. That was the problem though, because Yao was almost always busy, even when he was in Accra, he was there because of school and rarely had time. 

Yayra and I had been going out for about four months now. I had met her at an auditioning role for a play on campus. She wasn’t a student anymore but lived around. I can’t say we were as serious as we ought to be; I didn’t even know where she lived. I knew she had a sister, but hadn’t even met her. We fought a lot too. For a couple less than half a year together, this was definitely unhealthy. Just a few weeks back we took a break, but then I realised how much I needed her, or wanted her…,so I asked her out so we could have a chat. I took her to the Republic Hall JCR. I liked it there because they had a good pool table and drinks, and lots of meat. I loved meat. We talked a bit and straightened stuff up, and then Frank showed up. Frank is one of those friends who never go away. We’d known one another since our Junior High School days, but he still took fifty Cedis from me to hook me up with a girl. Her name was Maame, and damn! Was she pretty! I know I already had Yayra , but Maame was one of those you didn’t turn away, no matter what. I had already started chatting her up, and I liked her. We were still at the getting to know you stage, but I was thinking of inviting her along to the party next week; I had just won 2k on a bet and was surely going to have a good time with some of the money. 

The plan had been to take Yayra home for the night, but she came up with a story of having to go see her sister and help her pack some stuff.

“Ah! Can’t you see her tomorrow”? I was genuinely annoyed now and was finding it hard to control myself.

“Sarpong please, it has to be today, I will come tomorrow, I promise”, she tried to placate me. 

Her phone started ringing, and she pointed the screen at me, “She’s even calling me”. I looked more closely at the picture on the screen. “Is that her”? I asked frantically. 

“Yes”, she responded.

My heart sunk, It was Maame…

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Omnibus!!! Moments of Bliss-Season 1…the story so far

Moments of Bliss is a Short Story Series set in Ghana.

It is the story of young Ghanaian love with its hilarious twists and turns.

Prepare to be captivated!

Episode 1

The computer screen in front of me lit up; the hue of the flickering brightness shaking me out of my temporal sleep. My thumb had brushed across the mouse and woken me once more from oblivion. I felt a tiny smile etch on my face as I reminisced what happened the night before.

I could  feel her breath on me, that’s how close she was; Her head on my shoulder, her body in my arms. Our hands were wrapped in each other and her lips were as close as they ever would be without touching mine, and yet we did not kiss. Not that I didn’t want to, heaven knows I did, but I didn’t make the move.

It was the first time we had ever been that close, it was almost intimate. And I didn’t want to spoil the moment, it was blissful, almost serene.

I had turned twenty eight on the last day of June and that evening I had a night  I wouldn’t forget.

I wasn’t even supposed to be in Accra that night, but a late turn of events at work meant I was needed in the capital on the morning of my birthday. It was destined to be one of the least eventful birthdays of my life; first of all nobody expected me to have been in the city on that day, and any surprises anybody had planned back in Kumasi would have been scuppered by the timing of my trip to Accra.

So, let’s say I pretty much expected nothing to happen tonight, save the compulsory bottles of beer I would have to buy my friends.

It was around 4 in the afternoon when I got the text asking me to clear my evening. It didn’t come as a total surprise to me though; my instincts knew something would definitely come up.

Ekua was the newest thing in my life, we weren’t dating, but we both knew I wanted to. We were what people would describe as “friends”; introduced to one another by a mutual friend and now we spent a lot of time talking on the Phone and chatting on WhatsApp.

A few weeks back we had been to an Ebo White play together, I must have been nervous that night because I didn’t talk much and she had noticed. She got the wrong impression that day, but I wasn’t shy, I don’t know what it was about her that got me that way.

This night had to be different…
Episode 2

Coco lounge was one of the best places to go for a night out. There was such a soothing ambience about the place, and it even had a slight Mexican touch.

A table for two had been reserved and a waitress led us to our spot.

Above us on the ceiling hung several dazzling lights, and beneath you could catch the wonderful view of the the Accra Airport City; the gorgeous cluster of recently constructed high rise buildings had completely transformed the Accra night sky. The maze of hotels and office complexes was  truly a sight to behold. But tonight the only sight worth beholding was seated right across from me, and was there because of me. She had a sweetness about her face; a penetrating  look when she looked in your eyes, it was almost like gazing into the moon; you could almost feel yourself there.
We had sandwiches and chips washed down with mohitos, and were treated to some good music playing in the background, whilst having a few laughs.

We might have stayed a bit longer but Ekua had left her her phone back in the office and needed to go pick it up, so after an hour or so we made our way back down to the street below which was beginning to fade away of traffic.
The office was just over 5 minutes away and soon we were there. She led me upstairs to one of the offices and we sat down in the comfortable couch. She was tired, I could tell from her eyes, they looked so weary yet so cute. 

I offered my shoulder and arms, she leaned in and I drew her close. 

So that’s how we came so close that night to a kiss, and lingering thoughts thereafter which would not go away.

I didn’t get to see Ekua too often, but on the few occasions we did meet we had lots of fun; we sometimes watched a movie together or would just hang out at a bar or something, teasing ourselves and having a few laughs. 

However, I had always thought Ekua was a bit of an enigma; I could never quite read her. Sometimes she would come across as ready to date, and just when I was ready to ask, would start suggesting kinds of girlfriends I could start considering. That’s the kind of person she was. For instance, during one of our long phone calls she started asking why I hadn’t got a girlfriend in Kumasi yet,what did she expect me to say? Knowing full well that I was looking to go out with her. Maybe she was testing my resolve or trying to find out if I had any dark secrets, or perhaps she just wasn’t interested…

And that was the problem, I just couldn’t tell, she seemed to blow hot and cold at the same time; she was quite the enigma.

I think our near kiss had gotten to her; for one, I knew she hadn’t wanted to jump into anything too quickly and so the thought of what almost happened might have spooked her. She later told me she would have been powerless to stop me if I had made the move that night. 

The thought of how vulnerable she could be around me at such an early stage probably got the better of her and a few weeks later I received this.

“I don’t think we should continue being as close as we are”

I was too shocked to be shattered at that instant, because it was a big surprise; I mean, we talked even more since that night, we texted even more, and I was really beginning to think things were moving on.

I asked only one question, …and that was if she has any particular reason…her texted response was…

“I don’t want to lead you on and then disappoint you. And I think I’m doing that with the way we are now, talking all the time and stuff”

Inside me everything came crashing. Didn’t she like me? I thought she did, so what was the matter? 

But I told her if that was what she wanted I understood and that it wasn’t a problem. But beneath I was shattered. 

I woke up two hours later…She had called me twelve times…and six times more after I had woken up. I didn’t answer those partly because I just couldn’t bring myself to talk to her and partly because I didn’t want to hear her explain further. The phone rang twice more after that and then I heard the chirping sound which signalled when I had received a WhatsApp message…

“I like you, I really like you.I don’t think I’m ready to be with you now, but I enjoy talking to you and I love the attention you give me and  how you care about me. It’s not that I’m not interested, I  just don’t want to get your  hopes up because I’m not too sure of myself right now.Please call me when when you see this 😞😞😞😞😞 I can’t sleep.”…

Episode 3

I woke up the next morning with a strange calm feeling within me. It was a wretched wet morning and I just lay there in bed staring at the ceiling.  
My thoughts were blank and I probably would have remained there with my eyes fixed to the ceiling had my phone not rang. The ringtone, Daniel Bedingfield’s, “if you’re not the one” told me it was Ekua calling…

I held the handset in my hand staring at her picture which illuminated the screen anytime she called. I wanted to pick up but didn’t.  She called four more times and after the final ring I dialled back…

It was awkward for a second after I had said hello and she had said it back; we both acted like everything was ok. I asked her how her night had been, what she was having for breakfast and I even managed a laugh somewhere in all that. 

She told me she hadn’t been able to sleep, and honestly I had barely slept myself. After another awkward pause and silence I bit the bullet and told her I was sorry for not picking up her calls the night before and explained it was only because I had nothing to say.

She told me she understood how I must have felt and must still be feeling, but begged that I allowed her to explain…

We talked for an hour after that, after which I learnt two things; her uncertainty about our situation had gotten the better of her, and even though she still wasn’t sure of herself, she regretted saying those things…

“I wish I could take it back, tell me what to do to make it right”…

I didn’t know how she could make it right, I just wished she had never said those words because now…

“hmmm”, I sighed heavily and threw myself back unto the bed…This was all just one big mess.

A loud banging on the window outside woke me up. Groggily, I turned over and picked my phone up, it was past twelve; that must be Frank. The burglar proof rattled again, then a voice shouted through the open louvre blades , 

“My guy, come open me”, it was Frank.

I dragged myself from the bed through the hall of the apartment to the main door leading outside and opened up the padlock…

“Chale, I dey hung oo…you no cook?”

Frank lived on the university campus a couple of kilometres away. He was a masters’ student in Marketing and was most often than not hard up on cash. So it was a good thing for him I lived close by, but today like most other days, I was in no mood to cook. I hardly cooked.

He came in and opened up the rice cooker and reached for the bag of rice in the corner, “I dey hung bad”! 

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and beckoned me over. Flipping through his whatsapp images he drew up a picture of a pretty looking girl, 

“Chale, I get girl for you”…

Episode 4

Frank didn’t have a girlfriend himself so one wouldn’t have expected that I took him seriously when he said such things. But his enviable status as a student on campus meant he was bound to have links with one or two pretty damsels at least, so I took him up on his offer. 

He said her name was Maame and that he had met her at a faculty dinner. He didn’t think he had the resources to handle her so as a good friend he wanted to pass her on to me; for a fifty cedi safaribet voucher her number would be all mine.

The rice was soon done. I had a bottle of shito on top of the microwave and a tin of sardine in the fridge. I got a bowl from the cupboard and we dug in.

He told me more about Maame. She was a final year undergraduate student of the Business School and he had only ever chatted her up once since getting her number. And that was over two months ago. So there and then I took his phone out of his hands and looked up her name on his whatsapp.

“Hello, this is Frank…”

She was online a few seconds after that and a few minutes later she typed a reply…


And then was back offline again.

Well, this was going to be more complicated than I thought. My hand dangled over the keypad for a while and then I typed back…

“Never saw you again after the dinner”

She was online again after that but ten minutes later there was still no reply, even though the two blue ticks clearly showed she had read it. 

Twenty minutes later, and there was still no response. I chucked his phone on to the bed and picked up the controller for my Xbox 360.

“Chale, this your move be fake”, I said to Frank as I focused on the TV screen. 

“But you still dey owe me money,  I made an effort at least” was his irritating response.

“If you get one cedi sef from me call me gyimii”, I retorted and focused back on the TV screen. Frank was already sprawled over on his back on the carpet eyes closed. He slept more than a log, the idiot. 

I played a few games against the CPU before my mind drifted back to Ekua. I checked my whatsapp messages but hadn’t received anything from her. By now I was feeling quite sleepy, the oily meal of rice and shito had made me drowsy. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes for a while. Then I heard Frank’s phone vibrating. The screen lit up with a pop up whatsapp message from…Maame.

“I’m sorry, I don’t really remember you”

“Mtcheew”, this boy was hopeless I thought to myself, and fell back onto the bed.

I lived in a housing unit which housed about 4 other apartments so I had four neighbours, or rather one large noisy family and three other neighbours. Two guys lived in rooms adjacent mine and then one Lady directly behind my room. 

For the eight months I had lived here I had only twice seen her face, and even those were just glimpses as she passed by my window to open her door. My work schedule meant I was up and away before anyone else woke up and so late home after work that I often had to jump the wall to get in. My lateness home though could mostly  be explained by late night hangouts with some of the boys watching Premier league or Champions league football. 

A few minutes later I heard a soft banging on the burglar proof outside the window, 

“Hello, are you there”. It was a female voice.

I opened up the curtains and saw my neighbour. She had misplaced her keys and wanted to know if I had by any chance come across them outside. I told her no and she said not to worry since her sister had a spare and would soon come over. It was drizzling still and she huddled under the little shade which the edge of the roof provided. 

“Why don’t you come on in whilst you wait, it’s cold outside”, she smiled at me through the bars, “thank you” and made her way around towards the front of the house.

I hit Frank on the legs waking him up, 

“Chale chale, go sit the the hall inside, the chick dey come”


I dragged him to his feet and led him quickly out through the door. The hall was an unused mess of a space. It was dusty with a cobwebs hanging all over. I ushered him to one corner and went out onto the porch to open the gate. 

She was more beautiful than I thought. Slim and curvy with natural hair and a warm captivating smile. I helped her with her umbrella and led her in and towards my room door. 

I asked her to make herself comfortable on the bed, whilst looking for the TV remote. She sat on the edge and crossed her legs. I put on a movie and sat down beside her, 

“My name is Yao, nice to meet you”

“Yayra, nice to meet you too”, she smiled back”…
Episode 5

It was her smile which captivated me the most, but her other feminine features were equally enthralling as well.

It turned out she was a huge fan of the suits TV series and so was I. We struck an instant chord and happily chatted along as we watched episode after episode. We laughed over how funny it was that we were neighbours and didn’t even know one another’s names until today. I brought out a can of coke and a pack of digestive biscuits which I specifically kept for these kind of occasions. She munched on happily and I could tell she was very much at home, as she had loosened up a bit and was now more relaxed, sitting closer to me at the head of the bed. At one point she leaned so close her hair brushed against my face. She didn’t realise that though and went ahead to pull her legs a little further up the bed, her silky dress shifting up a bit revealing her thighs. From the corner of my eye I stole the quickest of looks so she wouldn’t realise, and then lay my head back on the pillow relaxing against the head of the bed. By this point she was sitting almost directly opposite from me with her back facing me.

“Your back must hurt, why don’t you relax a bit”, I said as I grabbed a pillow, placing it across my chest, at the same time beckoning her to lean back on me.

She hesitated a second, turned around and looked at me for a brief moment before thanking me and laying her head ever so gently on top of the  pillow across my chest. The loose strands poking out from her hair brushed my face as she tried to find a comfortable spot.

We lay in silence for a minute or two, both of us probably guessing what was going through the other’s mind. I broke the silence by gently patting the top of her hair and complimenting her on how neatly kept it looked. She smiled shyly as she turned her face a little to the left to say thank you. I lifted my hand over from my right hand side,placing it across her tummy and linking her hands in mine. I held my breath for a second waiting to see her reaction. There was none, she just lay there looking straight ahead at the TV. 

My heart beat rapidly as I contemplated my next move. We both lay in silence for the next five minutes or so watching TV, and then she asked to use the washroom. 

I sat up waiting for her to get back. Now This was getting interesting, I had never ever contemplated something like this, but there was something alluring about getting it on with your neighbour. 

The bathroom lock clicked open and she stepped out. As she prepared to lower herself onto the bed, she tripped and fell chest first towards where I sat. I held her by the waist with my hands moving towards her lower back for further support as I steadied her. Her nose touched my lip as I tried to help her onto the bed and it was as if time froze; my nose went numb as I paused to savour the moment. It was at that point that I made my move, slowing tilting my head up towards hers, then I heard a vibrating sound from her bag, at the same time my phone which was lying on the bed just beside us illuminated with a picture…both our heads went towards it..

“Ekua Calling”…

Episode 6

I stretched my hand out and flipped the phone over and tried to mute it at the same time. The ringing stopped and I turned back to look at Yayra. She looked flustered as she straightened herself and patted her hair in place. I could tell she was looking at my phone which I had so quickly silenced. she reached into her bag and pulled her own phone out.
“It’s my sister, I need to go”, she said as she straightened out her dress, revealing a little part of her thighs again. This time I didn’t pretend, I looked hard and long, and made sure she realised it. She gave me a cheeky tap on the shoulder and tried to pull me up, “let’s go”.

I held her hands and propped myself up, “Can I get your number”? I asked. She smiled and handed her phone over to me and I dialled my number as I led her through the door and out. I gave her a wave as she walked away, “thanks for the company”. 

“Thank you for having me”, she smiled back as she disappeared around the bend.

I stepped back in and was immediately ambushed by Frank, at the door, “chaleeeee, the chick dey be oooo, e happen?…you clear”?

“You fool oo, ibi so them dey clear things”, I pushed him off and strolled to my door. “But chale, she fine muom oo”, I acknowledged back at him as we went in.

I picked my phone up…two missed calls from Ekua, I quickly made to swipe the dialler to call back, but just then a WhatsApp message popped up on the screen from…

Yayra Neighbour’

“Hello dear I’m in my room now.  Thanks for everything…My sister is soo pissed she had to come all the way here to bring me the spare key…lol”

“Haha? Where does she live”?,I responded.

“She’s a student on campus, so comes around sometimes, but she is about to leave”

“can I ask you a question please?”,she added quickly.
“Of course my dear, Sup”, I typed back.

“Who is Ekua”?…

“A colleague at work”, I typed back

“Hmmm, so why didn’t you pick it up?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I thought we were going to kiss😜” 

I paused and held my breath for a moment, awaiting her reply. 

“Hmmm”…she replied, “I don’t believe you, I’m sure she is your girlfriend, go and kiss her”

“Lol”,I replied, more in an attempt to buy time than in amusement.

“Am I lying?, isn’t she your girlfriend”?

My predictable response was No, and then the conversation petered of as she went offline.

Ekua wasn’t my girlfriend…Yet. I wanted her to be, but she had made everything so complicated for me now. 

I mean, she had explained herself and I could tell she didn’t really mean what she had said, but who was to say it wouldn’t happen again? If she really was so unsure of herself, then I had my work cut out. There was nothing I wanted more than to be with her, I missed her, and there was something about her which made me always yearn for her. 

I picked my phone and dialled Ekua, but after two attempts she didn’t pick up so I went back on WhatsApp,but Yayra was still offline.

I sent Ekua a message,

“Babes, sorry I missed your call, how’re you doing”?

She wasn’t online and I didn’t get a response. 

Frank kicked my feet which were dangling off the end of the bed, 

“Chale, I dey lef, go throw me”

I dragged on a pair of slippers and pulled a sachet of water from the fridge.

“Chale, sort me some two Ghana for troski”. That was Frank asking for money to pick a trotro back to campus.

I searched my brain for some vile insult to use on him but stopped short and gave him a one cedi coin from my pocket instead, 

“Make you manage this one like that, money no dey”

I walked him to the junction about three hundred metres away and then made my way back home. The clouds looked threatening and the sky had already begun to darken; we were in for a storm tonight.

I made it to my door just before the heavens opened up again, this time in a torrential downpour, not the mild drops from earlier on in the day .

I put on the TV once again and lay back on the bed to enjoy. Then turned the volume up as loud as I could to prevent the rain and thunder from drowning out the audio. 

My phone beeped and I turned it over. It was Yayra. 

“Hello, can you please give me your WI-FI password, I need to update some stuff”.🙈🙈🙈

It was a good thing my office provided me with free WI-FI every month so this wasn’t going to be a problem.

“Of course my dear”, I replied. Her response was quick and brief, 

“thanks hun😜”

I went back to watching TV but after about 30 minutes the lights went out.

Almost immediately my WhatsApp chirped up, 

“Sweedy, I’m lonely and scared, are you alone? Can I come over”?

It was Yayra…

“Yes of course” I typed back,and jumped off the bed even quicker, grabbing a towel and scurrying out to meet her at the door. 

She tiptoed quickly to the front of the house and I met her out on the porch and wrapped the towel around her to keep her warm, and then led her through the dark inside.

As soon as I closed my door, I lifted the towel off her shoulders and and wiped above her brows. 

“Welcome back”, I looked her straight in the eyes and she didn’t blink. I didn’t wait for a second invitation. I drew her closer and leaned in. Even in the dark, I could see she had shut her eyes, and I reached out and held her waist firmly against my crotch. 

I could feel her shudder slightly as she felt herself coming closer towards me.Her hair was in my face now and our lips finally touched. I caressed her lower lip gently before moving to the upper lip, which I sucked in quick succession. At this point, she put her arms around my neck and held me tight. Her lips were soft and smooth, and I kept up the gentle caressing touches as I spun her unto the bed.

She was wearing the same dress she had worn earlier in the day and I could feel her skin through the silky fabric. I brushed my hands across the front of her chest but she held my hands and moved them away. I tried again, and again she gently moved my hands away but this time she allowed me a gentle squeeze first. Then I moved to the back of her dress and slowly unzipped it. She was holding unto my shoulders now and squeezed them hard. I caressed her back gently and moved to the hook of her bra and unbuckled it. Then she let out a sigh and allowed herself to fall back completely on the bed… 
Episode 7

​I slid her bra away from beneath her and tossed it to the floor. By now Yayra was squirming beneath me and holding unto me even tighter. I went to her neck with my tongue and tickled the space between her ear and jaw and made my way gently down towards her breasts. Her nipples stood firm as I sucked gently on the tips before moving on to the cups. My hands were playing around her ankles and I gently slid them up till I got to the frill of her dress and slid my hands beneath. Then she heaved heavily, “No, stop!” and pulled my hand away.

I eased up and tried to caress her breasts with my finger tips, but then she sat up and pushed me off,

“Yao, please stop”, wrapping her arms across her chest to hide her breasts. She was looking around for her bra and moved to the edge of the bed feeling around on the floor with her feet. She found it and picked it up, and turned back to face me, “I’m sorry, but I can’t”.

“What’s wrong”, I whispered as I tried to get her back into the mood by feeling on her back with the tip of my lips. She shrugged me off, “please stop, you’re turning me on”.

“But that’s the point”, I thought to myself, and slid my hand again up her dress, and this time she stood up and walked to the window, “I  want to leave please”. I sighed and gave up as I rose to my feet, my bulging front going limp in disappointment. I walked towards her and put an arm around her shoulder, “What’s wrong dear”? I asked. She shook her head in response and just sighed, “hmmm”.

“What’s wrong”? I asked again, and this time she opened her mouth, “nothing, I’m tired, I want to go and sleep”. I tried further to convince her to stay because it was still raining,but she said no, and five minutes later she was gone. 

I picked my phone up and dialled Frank, 

 “My guy, chale e lef small like I dey eat oo”. 

Frank’s voice buzzed with excitement on the other end of the line, “Yawa oo, what happen?”

“Mtcheew, I no kno sef, she just change ein mind…moffing den things all pae finish. I Mia den things all.
“Oh chaaale…yawa oo…which way for um”? Frank sounded genuinely devastated for me. 

“Chale, you I go bell you later, I dey go bed”, I hang up and sprawled myself on the bed. 

My phone chirped, 

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t…hope you’re not mad”?  Yayra had messaged me.

“Hmmm…it’s alright, but you never told me, what’s the problem”? I typed back. 

There was a pause as she was typing out…


“I have a boyfriend. That’s why I couldn’t do it. I hope you understand “?

We chatted a bit longer, after which I found out that she and her boyfriend had fought and that they hadn’t been talking much for the past week. She was confused and vulnerable, and that’s how she had ended up in my room tonight. 

Perhaps if I had forced the issue a bit I would have beded her and wouldn’t be lying here alone with a sore scrotum. I heaved a sight of frustration and collapsed back in bed…this was going to be a long night…
Episode 8
“Why isnt he answering my call”?, I asked myself, hoping he had gotten over what had happened last night.

I was trying hard to fix things with Efo (as I liked to call him). Last night had been one of the worst nights ever, and I didn’t want him to remember it had ever happened. 

We had known each other for 3 months, and even though I knew that he had feelings for me and wanted more than friendship, I wasn’t ready to commit just yet. I felt I barely knew him (despite the fact that we spoke at least 3 times a day and messaged each other in between). 

I lay face down with my head buried in my pillow, with my Samsung touch screen phone balancing on the back of my palm. I kicked the mattress in frustration before dialling his number once more with no success.
I lay back reminiscing about that night… I remember lying in his arms with my head on his chest. His arms were so warm and I felt so comfortable and safe. I could feel his heart beating a bit faster than usual, and I stiffened a bit as he tightened his hand around my waist. His breath felt warm on my neck and it seemed his lips kept moving closer to mine with each movement of his arms. Had the lights been on, he would have realised that my eyes were shut tight. I squeezed gently on his hand in reciprocation as he reached out to hold me, and I hoped to God he wouldn’t try to kiss me; I wasn’t ready for this… Not after what had happened with Kay, it was too early.
Yao was a sweet, care free guy, always beaming with smiles… (Even when he was upset). He had showered me with so much attention since we met, calling me in the mornings just to hear my voice, waiting till late to make sure I got home safe from my work on campus, texting me during working hours to find out how my day went. Our endless chats during working hours made it obvious that I had someone new in my life… And trust my work colleagues to make a fuss, so much so that I ended up almost ending the wonderful friendship we shared. I can’t believe I paid attention to them…. ”

I turned to my phone and went through the conversation we had last night. I read his response to the statement I made…

“Good nite…I saw ur missed calls but I don’t know if I should call back cos I really don’t know wat to say. But I’m not really surprised tho, cos u have been dropping hints here and there and I cud tell u were not really interested. But I’m alright, don’t be sad”

But I was interested…I think. “You really are an idiot Ekua, make a decision for once in your life!” I told myself. I picked up my phone again and dialled him, I had to make sure he really understood me, I had to let him know I liked him.
“Hello…Hello…”, he had answered,at last, I heaved a sigh of relief, but he wasn’t responding. “Hello…Hello…”, I continued, but he didn’t seem to be on the line, then I heard some sounds in the background, like a television set, then I heard a female voice,… “It’s my sister, I need to go”…

I interjected again, “Hello…Hello…” He still couldn’t hear me. He must not have known he had answered the call, then I heard Yao’s voice,  ” Can I get your number”? followed by the female voice again which was barely audible now…and then some friendly laughter before their voices tailed off.
Several questions went racing through my mind, “Who was she”? “Why did she have to leave because of her sister “? And the television sounds definitely meant they were in a room somewhere, “was it Yao’s room”? “What was she doing there”?…
Episode 9

“​I told you he wasn’t right for you, see he’s cheating even when you’re not dating”?
“Nii, He isn’t cheating,” I retorted, “I don’t know who she is or where they were, so I don’t want to jump to conclusions”   

“Brɔda hwɛ wo ho so yie oo, yɛ kasaa wontie!” 

I rolled my eyes in frustration. 

“So, are you going to ask him about it”?He asked. “Of course not”!,I shouted back.

I had no plans of mentioning any of this to Yao, knowing him, he would probably explain everything once we spoke.

“Brɔda, why won’t you ask him?” 

I sighed, tired of the back and forth with Nii Okai. 

Most people thought we were dating when they saw us together. They however failed to notice how quickly he pulled away from me whenever I tried to hold him in public, or the fact that he called me “Brɔda”, just to show that what he felt for me was ‘brotherly love’. I had met Nii almost a decade ago on Facebook, and despite our frequent arguments and ‘break ups’, he was a friend I could go to whenever I needed someone to talk to, and I needed to talk to someone badly, just to get my mind of what I had heard. Yao had tried calling back, but I was still on the phone with Nii releasing my frustrations. 

“Broda”!,he screamed, bringing me back down to earth. “Ooohhh! What is it”? I responded. 

“Ei!, is it because of the Ɛwe that you are shouting at me”? 

“Mtcheeew”,I retorted.

Nii’s strong dislike for Yao amused me. He liked to joke about the fact that Yao had too much of an Ɛwe sounding name, despite the fact that he was half Ɛwe himself.

“Nii, it’s possible that he was at work and attending to a customer”; he had mentioned that he might have to go into the office. “I’m sure that’s what it is, and I’m pretty sure he would let me know when we talk, so stop worrying”! 

His continuous ranting was beginning to get irritating, “Yoo mate”, he replied.

My eyes were heavy, so I ended the conversation with him quickly, just so I wouldn’t fall asleep on the phone like I usually did. 

I snuggled under the duvet, and checked my phone one last time, and saw I had a message…

“Babes, sorry I missed your call, how’re you doing”? But I was so tired, so I tucked the phone beneath my pillow and lay my head down…

“Ekua!!!”…at first the shrill voice shouting sounded far away, then I could hear it louder and louder until it was right in my room, “Aren’t you going to work today”? My mom screamed.”I don’t want to go”! I squealed back. I checked , it was a quarter to 6…I sighed…I had no choice but to get out and get ready for work…

My phone beeped, I knew who it was, but was in no mood to speak to him. It had been a week since he accidentally answered the phone without knowing he had. And my suspicions had been heightened when he told me he had been indoors all day and was sleeping when he missed my call!

He was going to be in Accra this weekend and we had planned a night out at a beach. 

“I should ‘brown’ him and let him sit there by himself” I thought to myself, as I threw the phone on the bed and started to get ready for work.
The trip to work was a quick one; schools were on vacation, which meant less traffic.

I dropped my bag as soon as I got to work. My boss expected a collation of news headlines by 7:30 each morning. Being the worst PA a boss could ask for, I always arrived at work at exactly 7:30, and then had to rush to get my tasks done . I scrolled through the numerous stories that had made the headlines over the last 24 hours. The office was quiet and serene, just like I liked it. It would only be a couple of minutes before the early birds came buzzing in. A phone call interrupted my moment of serenity, it was Styles. A smile edged onto my face. He was one of my boss’s friends, one of the few who had attempted to befriend me, and the only one who hadn’t tried to get in my pants… At least not yet. We both knew we had some sort of chemistry, but being the respectable man he was, he kept his distance, and didn’t try anything with me, not even on our adventurous trip to Aburi on his Panigale 1199.

“Hey”, I said, trying to sound as relaxed as I possibly could, even though I was excited to hear from him. “Hey, what’s good, are you at work”? He asked. “Yeah, back to this crazy office,” I replied “Are you here”?

“Yes, I’m right in front”,he said. 

I turned red! I hadn’t seen him since our trip to Aburi three months back, and had missed him so much! 

“I’m coming!!” I screamed!

Leaving my boss’s headlines half done, I rushed outside to see him, he was seated on the bonnet of his Mercedes c320. 

I threw myself into his arms, he lifted me off the ground, swirling me around like a little girl. He placed me down gently, arms still around my waist, the smell of his cologne enveloped me, “I love your perfume”, I said. Suddenly he lifted my head and looked into my eyes, “I’ve missed you,”, and before I could spell “EFO”, he drew me closer and planted a kiss on my lips…
Episode 10

“Kofi!…kofi!!”…”Kofi! Kɔ dware wonti!”
There was never peace with these kids running all over the place. They were a family of five; two children,mum,dad and grandma. For me these were the most unfortunate of neighbours to share a compound with; there was never any space on the drying line to hang my laundry, and these kids were just too much trouble!

I opened the window, and the early morning sun beamed in…Kofi and his mother never failed to wake me up each morning. I picked my phone up and WhatsApped Ekua,

“Good morning dear”… then scrolled to Yayra,…”wake up”!

Ekua replied…, “Gm” and then was back offline. 

Ekua seemed to be giving me a bit of a cold shoulder over the past couple of days; she didn’t WhatsApp as often as she used to, especially those first few days after our ‘breakup’. She had seemed so eager to make up for ‘hurting me’. Even when I was ignoring her calls that night, she kept at it, and the next day she had almost cried when we talked about it, begging me to let it go…

“Ɛnti afei adɛn?…why she start dey flex so? mtcheeew”…muttering under my breath and looking for my tooth brush, I rushed to reach the phone when it chirped again…But it wasn’t Ekua…It was Yayra…

“Morning handsome”

“Oh!…but this girl paa…abi I no sheda fine like that.”? I grinned to myself. I had found my toothbrush but now couldn’t find the toothpaste.

I texted Yayra back quickly and then headed for the shower.

After my encounter with Yayra, there were only two things which could have happened; either things would become very awkward between us, or we would become very close…We became close…so close in fact that I ran the unfortunate risk of being friend zoned; she talked to me everytime about her boyfriend…Kwame this…Kwame that…They still hadn’t made up and it had been a week since she had come into my room that evening.

Point is, I didn’t want to know about Kwame, unless of course it was about him hurting her again, and she needing comforting, which I was more than eager to give.

I came out of the shower and saw I had received another WhatsApp from Yayra,

“I’m going to town this morning, can you please give me a lift”? 

I said it wasn’t a problem.

I had borrowed Karim’s car the previous day after work for a little drive about with Frank and the boys, and hadn’t yet returned it; he would pick it up after work today before I left for Accra.
The day went by quickly and soon it was five. I had just got off the phone with Ekua; she had finally called or rather returned my four unanswered calls from earlier on in the day. And it was a brief conversation too, she wanted to confirm if I would still be over for the weekend, since we already had planned to see one another. Then my phone chirped… 

“I’m still in town, have you left”?

Yayra wanted to come over and see me at the office since I wouldn’t be around over the weekend. 

Soon everyone else was gone, and I was left alone with the security man. It was almost half past 6, and I was still waiting for Yayra . I walked up to the window and then my phone chirped, “I’m outside ” 

I asked the security man to allow her in and then we went to my office at the back. She gave me a hug and settled down in a seat, “I’m tired oo”. I asked her about how her day had been. I set about clearing my table as she told me about a very eventful day out running errands. 

Being a Friday, there was bound to be some traffic before eight so we kept talking to while away the time…She had a lot to say, and thankfully nothing about Kwame.

I brought out some chocolates from the fridge and offered her a bar. She put a piece in her mouth and then offered me the rest of the bar. I shook my head, pointing at her mouth, “I want that one”

“Noooo”, it’s already in my mouth she said, and broke off another piece from the bar and put it in my mouth. I held her hand and sucked her fingers, then broke off another piece and placed it in her mouth, “I want that one”, I said again playfully, and she turned her face around laughing, ” I said noo”.

I leant forward towards her,… “what are you doing”?, she said without turning away. “I want the chocolate”, I said, and then without stopping to think, I kissed her. She pushed me back a little, but then paused a second as if to think of something and then kissed me back. I pulled her off the seat and leaned her up against the wall…There was a definite sense of unfinished business as we clung unto each other. I reached out and flicked the lights out with my right hand, whilst with my left I felt for the button on her jeans. She helped me out and loosened her belt, I felt around her for a moment before unzipping her trousers and gently sliding them down towards her knees, and then she did the rest. I led her gently away from the wall towards the table, so thankfully cleared already,and arched behind her. By then my trousers were already down over my knees. 

As I thrust forward gently,her eyes bulged and she gave a gentle moan…