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!
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…
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.”…
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”…
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”…
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..
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…
“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,
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…
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…
“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”?…
“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”?
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…
“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…
“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…