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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…

“Ok”.

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…

Finally,

“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…





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I was woken by the sound of my phone vibrating…Hmmm, Styles! The thought of what had happened left me shaking. Ignoring the call, I buried my head in my pillow. How had this even happened? What was I doing with my boss’s married friend in a club in the first place? I couldn’t go around telling anybody what had happened either, because then I would be judged; there aren’t too many defences for hanging out with married men. Who would believe there really was nothing going on between us anyway? Tears dripped down my cheeks, and I felt like screaming, what a mess!

Inside of my head was a real jumble as well; there were so many things going on. My mind went back to the aftermath of it all…Despite what I had always told not just myself, but anyone else who would listen, I wasn’t going to kiss Yao, at least not yet, but I did…and I liked it.

He was the first person I thought to call after I had fled from Styles. He was so caring, even if annoying sometimes. But that’s why I liked him so much. When I first met him, I wasn’t too enthused about his looks; he wasn’t exactly good looking, but wasn’t bad looking either. When I first told Ama, a friend of mine about it, she laughed it off, “Even Nana Akuffo Addo is married, it’s not all about looks oo…yooo.” 

Then there was the not too significant part about him being an Ɛwe. I have to admit that initially I was a bit sceptical because there are just too many perceptions surrounding Ɛwe guys, especially if you’re an Akan like me. Yao dispelled all those perceptions however, but it still didn’t feel right. There was one other thing which concerned me a little; he didn’t really seem like the type of guy who took church seriously enough, but maybe that was me. I had even spoken to Brother Chris about Yao. Brother Chris was a proper prayer warrior, he would ultimately have a say on whether or not I should be with Yao.

I lay my head down on my pillow and began to scroll through my phone for Brother Charles. Then I sent him a WhatsApp,

Hi”

My thoughts were interrupted by someone banging on my door…

“Ekua, where is my car?” I sighed, it was my brother.

“Nice to meet you”, I stammered as I held out my hand to greet Yayra. Sarpong interrupted, 

“baby, let me just finish the game, I’ll be back”. She nodded and turned her attention to her phone. 

Sarpong dragged me along with him, “chale, abi she fine”? He asked, as we headed for the pool table. I nodded in approval and asked,

“how you meet um”? By now we were at the other end of the room and Sarpong didn’t seem too interested in the conversation anymore. I sat in one of the seats and watched him play.

This was quite something! Yayra was Sarpong’s girl, Yao had slept with Yayra, both Sarpong and Yao were my friends… And what made it even better, none of them knew. And it was going to stay that way. 

“Chale Frank, I dey go”, Sarpong was done. “I dey plan some party oo..I chop some 2k bet”. 

“2k”!? My eyes lit up…”kwɛɛɛɛ!…Chale e happen for you oo…sharp koraa, the portey for pae”

Over at the other end, Yayra stood up and moved towards us as Sarpong signalled her over. 

“That your guy you dey talk about…What be ein name sef?…Ibi Yaw? You fit tell um about the move…ego be cool”

Yayra arrived at just the same moment that Sarpong said Yao’s name. I searched her face for any signs of apprehension. There were none, she probably wasn’t paying attention or hadn’t heard. I saw them off and then after paying for the beer, headed for my hostel. But I still couldn’t keep the Yayra debacle out of my head. “Hmmm”…

This was delicate, I couldn’t allow myself to get involved in the middle of it. If this came out and either of them found out that I had known all along, it would all blow up in my face.

I took my phone out of my Pocket and dialled Yao.

Maame: hahaha…you funny.

Me: lol. Seriously I mean it.

Maame: Really? Why do you say that?

Me: because then I would always be feeling them.

Maame: lol…you are spoilt Papa.

 

My phone started ringing, cutting off my WhatsApp chat. “Yo Frank, chale wosop”?

He was calling to find out if I had gotten the vouchers to place the bets. I hadn’t. I had had to drop Karim’s car off, and by the time I got back it was too late. 

“Chale som Portey oo…my boy chop bet…he say like next week there or something”

Party! I liked parties. 

“You then Yayra…what’s up plus you”?

“Oh chale, last night sef she pass through oo…this morning she say she dey go see ein boy sef”

“Ohk…but you den um, which way? You want take um serious “?

“Oh!…bɛ you paaa!…the girl say she get boy you no hear?…me I just dey pass through oo…me too I get girl oo…we just dey have fun”

Why was Frank asking all these questions I wondered, as I hung up a little later to get back to my chat.

Maame and I had gotten off to quite a positive start. She didn’t seem to mind flirting, and so I started to get a bit suggestive…

Me: I would love to be the lipstick on your lips…

Maame: hahaha…you funny…



Maybe I could take her to the party Frank was talking about? Yeah, that would be cool. I picked up my phone to call Ekua and saw I had a WhatsApp message from her…No, not one, Three…
“You don’t think he’s right for me?”

“But You havn’t met him”

“Sorry, wrong message”…

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Episode 4

“Ewurade!..Obaa yi huo fɛ”…long legs, smooth face…nufuo aa nufuo…ɛtuo nso aa ɛtuo…asɛm bɛn koraa nie!

I was on my way out of the faculty where I had gone to check some results, and was headed downstairs when she crossed me. I tried to catch her eye, but she just sort of floated by. She looked in a hurry. 

Maame was even more beautiful than I remembered, but from the way she looked at me, and then quickly away again, she sure didn’t remember me.

Yao was waiting for me at the car park, it was a few minutes to four, and we needed to get to the Safaribet office in time before they closed at five.

He leaned out of the window of the wine Pontiac Vibe as I approached, “Chale, look sharp, ‘e’ lef small six go clock wey I for take Karim ein car go give um”. And then suddenly he grabbed me by the arm, “Frank… hwɛ! hwɛ! hwɛ!, It was Maame, she was coming down the stairs.

“Chale, the chic fine oo”…

“The Maame girl ‘nu’ dat oo”, I replied but Yao had already moved the car in her direction.

I was trying to tell him that I had already given her number to my friend Sarpong, but he either wasn’t listening or didn’t want to listen.

“Ohemaa, na ɛda ɛhe”? He asked, smiling as he pulled up beside her. She smiled back and said she was headed for the Great Hall, which was on our route anyway.

“Chale Frank, abi you dey go the lecture ?
Drop for here make I go drop madam”. 

 

Yao had just pulled a classic on me! Today holiday paa, wey lecture?!

I opened the front door and got out, allowing Maame in.

“Yao paa, he fool oo”, I thought to myself as I started the walk to the hostel.

It was a good thing Yao and Sarpong didn’t know each other because just last week I had given her number to him to try his luck. For fifty Cedis of course…

“Abi me dierr I do my part…whoever do wild go chop”, I chuckled to myself.

 

 

We might have stayed in that couch till morning had her mum not started calling. I accompanied her on the taxi ride home. She seemed ok now even though she still wouldn’t say what had happened to her.

We parted with a hug after which I placed a quick kiss on her lips. She smiled shyly as she walked to the door. “Call me when you get home”, she stood at the door waving as I entered the taxi.

On the bus trip back to Kumasi the next morning, there couldn’t have been a happier man on board. Each time I closed my eyes to catch a nap, I ended up reminiscing about the sweetness of the night before.

Then came Yayra’s call. The ‘dumsor’ story had worked its magic the night before; she had texted back hoping ‘I hadn’t sweated too much in the heat’, and now was calling to ask when I would be back because, ‘she missed me’.

This was some conundrum I had gotten myself into wasn’t it?

I arrived in Kumasi just before evening and went straight home.Yayra came over from her room and we watched a couple of movies together, and before we knew it, we were all over each other. She ended up spending the night.

 

Her hands shuddered slightly as she run them over my head and down my neck. I lay one hand on her lap, pressing down on her thigh.

Sometimes a kiss is really worth its price in gold, and that’s exactly how I felt kissing Ekua. For more than twenty minutes we just lay there, our lips locked together. I had waited three months for this and it was every bit of what I had imagined.

I snapped out suddenly as Yayra playfully tickled my arm and sat up in the bed, “I need to go and have my bath” She said. I sighed, stretched and threw myself back down…

I was with Yayra but still thinking about Ekua…The events of the previous night would just not leave my mind….

Thank God it was a holiday and I didn’t have to go to work. Yayra said she was meeting up with her boyfriend later on campus; they were still trying to work things out and he wanted to see her.

I needed to do a few things myself on campus so I planned to borrow Karim’s car later on in the day.

I was just wrapping up on campus when Frank called and asked me to come pick him up. We had planned to go place some bets for the evening games. But by a twist of fate which only the gods could have ordained, I ended up with Maame in the front seat and Frank on the sidewalk, left to fend for himself.

Maame was pleasant company I found, as I went to drop her off. I promised to call her after taking her number and then we parted…

 

 

I had almost reached my hostel when I decided to make a detour through The Republic Hall for a bottle of beer. At the JCR, I headed for the bar.

“Herh Frank, what you dey do for here” I turned around and there was Sarpong at the pool table. “what be the action my guy “?

Sarpong and I were friends from way back, and we were both completing our master’s courses over here.

Sarpong excused himself from the pool table for a second as he led me to some seats at the other end of the room, “Chale, abi I tell you about that my girl bi nu”? he gestured towards the far corner.

“Which one “? I quizzed, genuinely confused (Sarpong, like many of my friends had quite a few ‘girlfriends’, many of whom I had never met)

As we reached the end of the room, he tapped the shoulder of a girl who was sitting with her back facing us, “baby, meet my friend Frank” she turned around smiling to greet me.

I froze…It was Yayra!

 

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Episode 3


Before I could let out a scream, he held his arm across my mouth to stifle it, but I kept on trying and he panicked; quickly letting go of me. It was as if a sudden realisation had come over him as tears welled up in his eyes, dropping his head in his hands and banging on the dashboard in frustration. I tried to open the door again, but it was still locked. He tried to hold me, “please stay in the car, I’m sorry”…I pushed his hands off me, ” please just open the door before I scream again”, almost shouting, I choked back my tears and started banging on the windows. 

Styles, his hands shaking, reached for me again pleading, “Ekua, I’m sorry…please don’t tell anybody”. I pushed his hands off still fidgeting with the door knobs. He unlocked the door and got out first, moving to my side. Before he could get there however, I had already opened it and started running. He followed me at a brisk pace. I didn’t know what I was doing…I just kept running; as far away from him as possible. There were a few latecomers and early leavers hanging outside the club…

Should I tell them what had just happened inside Styles’ car? or should I just go home?

The tears were rolling uncontrollably down my face now. I stopped to catch my breath, but Styles was right up behind me.I started screaming at him to stay away from me and not to come any closer. My car was just a few metres away and I headed for it, reaching into my bag for my keys…I couldn’t find them.

They weren’t in my purse either! My brother would kill me when he found out I had lost his car keys. Maybe I had dropped them in the struggle in Styles’ car, but I wasn’t going back there. Styles had kept his distance now but was still a few feet away just standing there. The club hadn’t closed yet, but quite a few people had started leaving and it was getting busy outside. I stopped one of the taxis passing by, sat in and asked him to move… “Where to Madam “? He asked.

I wanted to go home, but I wasn’t thinking straight…”Please just take me away from here”…I was sobbing. I picked my phone and dialled…





I stood there watching her as she drove off. How could I be so stupid…”Bɔrla woman”?!…I hit my head with my palm and kicked on the metal gate. 

It was the first thing that came to me when she asked, and inexplicably I had said it. What was already a tough job of getting her to like and trust me had just gotten impossibly difficult. 

“But she ‘sef’, where was she going”? I thought to myself. “Who was she meeting at this time of the night”? My heart had sunk, and was refusing to come back up; I had two things to worry about now…

I sat there on the pavement calling and calling…but she didn’t pick up. Of course she wouldn’t, not after the dumb stunt I had just pulled. But I wanted so much to get my story straight with her; not tell her about Yayra of course, but at least get a respectable and believable story in place. I kept calling, five …six…seven…times..and three more, then I gave up; she wasn’t going to pick up.

Then I remembered, I had one more thing to worry about; Yayra!…

I had switched my phone back on as soon as Ekua had dropped me off, and then her text messages had started dropping in…Many of them very accusatory in tone. Which was quite understandable given that my phone had gone off only after she had started calling…’Dumsor’ was my most likely excuse here, but I needed to start preparing an acceptable ‘B’ story if things got out of hand.

It was too late to call her back so I sent her a text saying I was taking a shower at the time, and since the electricity had been off, I had a low battery which eventually died out on me.

I tried to sleep, but couldn’t; I kept wondering who Ekua was with.I dozed in and out a bit but couldn’t maintain enough calm to fall asleep. Then just when I had finally managed to fall off, my phone vibrated…It was Ekua!

I rubbed my eyes, then picked up the phone…She was sobbing,”Yao, please come and get me…I’m at the office”. I tried to probe further but she just kept sobbing till finally I told her to hang up and that I was coming.

Now, there was an issue…a big one…I didn’t have a car,and given the time, it was going to be extremely difficult to get a taxi from here. My only option was to go to Circle which was about three kilometres away; so I began to jog…A few minutes into my jog, the lights of a taxi appeared ahead of me, 

lucky me.

 The roads were clear so we arrived in under 15 minutes. I walked up to the security gate and spoke to the security man. Ekua had already spoken to him and so he let me in, then I made my way in, up the stairs and into the same office we had been in on my birthday.

Ekua sat huddled on the couch, and was still sobbing. I sat beside her and held her close, “What’s wrong”, I asked”. She wouldn’t talk but just kept sobbing. Rocking her slowly, I wiped her tears with my handkerchief and spoke gently into her ears. After a while she was calm enough to talk and told me it was nothing serious and just a personal matter. I was sceptical but didn’t ask any further questions. By now it was almost Two AM. I stood up and gently lifted her to her feet, pulling her towards my chest as I held and comforted her, “whatever it is, you will be fine”.

She sighed and then nodded OK, and then fell back into the couch, pulling me back down beside her. Soon we were lying side by side facing one another, her face barely an inch from mine. We gazed into one another’s eyes in silence. I tightened my grip on her waist and inched her slightly closer. She closed her eyes and didn’t turn away. A thousand emotions run through my veins as I looked to her for a sign, but her eyes remained closed. I cupped her chin gently in my other hand and drew her mouth closer, she didnt resist. I drew it closer and closer till her lips touched mine…Only then did she react; placing her hands around my neck and drawing me in.

So on the very same couch where it all began, our lips became one…

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Moments of Bliss-Season 2…episode 2

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Episode 2

“Bɔrla woman?…this boy paaa…he thinks I’m a fool eh!…Mtcheeew!…Bɔrla woman!!!”…


“so annoying” I kept thinking to myself, muttering in anger at his explanation.

I hadn’t even planned to ask him about that thing koraa, till he started receiving those calls. If it was really his cousin, why didn’t he just pick up and tell her something? My instincts told me that it must have been whoever it was who had been in his room that day, I was so pissed!

I swerved suddenly as a stray dog jumped in front of me. What was I even doing driving to Osu at this time of the night? It was  a good thing my dad had travelled, and my mum believed my prayer meeting story. My phone kept on buzzing at the back. It had been ringing for the best of the past ten minutes. I cranked my head back again just to check, it was still Yao…turning back to focus on the road ahead, I pressed down harder on the accelerator. 

The last time I saw Styles, he kissed me. He caught me by surprise on that occasion, and had profusely apologised immediately after. Not that I particularly minded the kiss; it felt good, but he was married for God’s sake. Not that he tried to hide it or anything; he wore his ring with pride, but there was this thing about him which made him irresistible. Styles had seemed the perfect gentleman, never did he try to make a move on me, he didn’t even call me till I called, and he was so smooth. 

But since that little kiss everything seemed to have changed so quickly. He called me everynight, and sent me text messages, and every now and then would pass by the office and bring me lunch. 

Admittedly, I needed a bit of a distraction; with my suspisions about Yao and all that, God knows I needed a break, and Styles provided just that. It was so much easier ignoring Yao most of the time now, because I had Styles to look forward to. I knew I ought to have been a little more cautious around him, but I let my guard down, and for the past week had found myself entangled in his world. Then he asked me out for the night, but I couldn’t, I had already promised to go out with Yao, and this was perhaps the best opportunity for him to clarify things. 

So I had gone out to the beach with Yao instead that night. I thought if I gave him a cold shoulder and attitude I might get him to start talking and come clean. But as girly as I was, there I sat acting the bitch, and giving no explanation for my attitude whatsoever, even when he asked.

Those phone calls were the last straw though; 

“cousin indeed…Mtcheeew…and then bɔrla woman!!!. Ah!…ah!…ah!….Mtcheeew”!

I had planned to go straight home after dropping Yao off, and even though I had an excuse good enough to last me till at least Two A.M, I wasn’t in the mood to stay out any longer with him, and then Styles had called. He always cheered me up did Styles, and his deep smooth voice had the subtle effect of calming me down too. He wanted to meet me at Hot Gossip night club in Osu. I had never been there, in fact I had never been to any night club before; I was a good girl…I think.

I wanted to see Styles, but wasn’t too sure of the venue. But he had sounded so calm and relaxed when we talked over the phone. I’m sure it was just for a few drinks and a chat, I should be home long before Two.  

He was waiting for me in his car parked by the street near the entrance. He walked over to where I had parked mine, just over on the opposite side. He hugged me; he had his sweet scented cologne on, and then led me to the entrance. 

It was loud and a bit stuffy; there was a lot of cigarette smoke in the air, and it stung my eyes. Several scantily dressed ladies stood around the bar and cocktail tables. In the middle some men were playing pool or snooker (I’ve never really understood the difference)We sat in a corner which was partly secluded from the rest of the floor and he ordered some drinks; 2 shots of tequila and lime for him and a bottle of coke for me. We watched the guys playing at the tables, and laughed whenever somebody missed a ball. I’m not much of a fun person, so when he asked me to dance I declined playfully and rather just allowed him to rock me side by side where we sat, with his arm around my shoulder. 

I wasn’t too comfortable here and perhaps Styles noticed this and soon after he asked me if I wanted to leave. I stood up nodding, and he followed suit. 

Once outside, he walked me to my car, and then asked that we walked back to his because he wanted to give me something inside his. 

His windows were dark tinted and though from the inside we could see those outside, they couldn’t see us. Styles held my hands and pulled me closer to him looking to kiss me, this time not in surprise. At first I found myself leaning in but stopped short…

“Ekua! For Christ’s sake, he’s a married man”…I struggled inside my head, but he insisted and still pulled me closer, “Styles please…No”, I pleaded as he again tried to kiss me. Then he held me by my waist and tried to lift me over to the driver’s side where he had created room by moving his seat back. I resisted and then tried to open the door and get out, but it was locked. I tried again but his car seemed to have a locking system which only he could operate. He tried lifting me again, and despite my protests and resistance he was able to, and lifted me onto his front with my back facing him. He then began to grope me whilst pinning me down with his arms and feet. I tried shouting out but my voice was hoarse and dry, and I choked back tears as he continuously tried to kiss me again, by which time one of his hands were beneath by dress and the other trying to pull down the zipper at the back of my dress.

I was in distress , and struggled wildly, but he was just too strong. Tears were dripping down my cheeks now and in one final effort of desperation I opened my mouth to let out a scream….

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Season Opener! Moments of Bliss-Season 2…episode 1

Welcome back to a new Season of Moments of Bliss! I promised we wouldnt be gone for too long, and here we are!!

As Usual…

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located on the same luxurious stretch of beach as The Labadi Beach and La Palm Royal hotels, Kumasamba Labamba was as cosy and quiet as Night beaches come; serene and with an excellent view of the coast from the bar.

I had arrived in Accra a little before five AM and headed straight home from the VIP station. As I lay in bed I reminisced…

Yayra…What a sweet night it had been. We might have been locked up together far longer than the thirty minutes that we were,had the security man not come snooping around. Yayra had felt uncomfortable because of the sounds coming from outside the door; Seidu had chosen that exact opportune moment to eat his supper directly outside my office door. 

Soon after, as we left the building together, hands wrapped tightly in one another’s, she looked shyly up at me, “So what are we”?

I squeezed her hands assuringly,”What’s up with your boyfriend”?

Her face contorted a little, “Why are you asking me that”?

“Eii! I don’t want anyone to beat me oo”, I giggled slightly, ” I would really like to date you but you need to sort things out with him first”, I continued…She turned to me, “I still love him, I’m confused”

“Take your time dear, I’m here for you”, I assured her before stopping a taxi to take her home. Then I stopped a trotro to take me to the Asafo market to pick a bus to Accra.

Sitting on bench waiting for Ekua to arrive at the beach,my mind went back to my conversation with Yayra the night before…

“What’s up with your boyfriend”?, I had asked.

‘Herrrh, but chale, I get format oo”…I sniggered to myself”…”Make she stay where she dey naa, make I dey clear for side small small”

Ekua was running a bit late, it was a cold night, and the droplets of sea water showering on my face felt good even as I rubbed my palms together to keep them warm.

I ordered a bottle of water as I waited, admiring the spectacular view of the waves splashing up against the shore. 

A few minutes later, the dark was illuminated by the headlights of salon car pulling up behind me in the carpark. Just then, my phone chirped,

“I’m Here”

Ekua looked lovely in an African print dress, with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. I walked up to her and hugged her tightly before leading her to a bench up on some rocks overlooking the beach.

We ordered a malt drink each and a plate of fried yam and chicken to share. We didn’t talk much; we sat with her head resting on my shoulders and holding hands, taking in the nice view and cool breeze.

I attempted breaking the uneasy silence once every often by making comments about the beach, the food, and even the stars…(pointing at one very obvious star, I asked, “isn’t that a plane”?…)

It was almost as if she wished she didn’t have to be here, and would rather be elsewhere. This definitely wasnt the kind of romantic beach hang out I had envisaged a week ago. 

I leaned closer to her, my cheeks almost against hers, but she held her hand up and gently pushed me away. I put my hand around her shoulder and though she didn’t ask me to take it off, she made no reciprocal reaction whatsoever.

“Is everything ok”?, I asked. “Yeh”, she responded with no emotion. “Do you want another drink”?, I tried again. “No” was her response. Getting frustrated, I asked again, “are you sure you are alright”? She nodded without a sound. I stood up to stretch my legs a bit and motioned to the waiter for the bill. Then my phone rang. I brought it out to check; ‘Yayra’. I muted it and placed it back in my pocket. It rang again, and again…and again…each time I muted it. Then it rang again, “Pick it up eh”? Ekua said looking up at me.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s my cousin, she is worrying me for money” I replied and sat back down waiting for the waiter. Then it rang again, this time I muted it without even taking it out of my pocket. But Yayra wouldn’t give up and kept on ringing, each time I had to keep silencing it. 

“Just pick up and tell your cousin something eh”!…Ekua burst out again.

In my head, I was going frantic with anxiety…

‘Chale, Yayra koraa nso adɛn?! She should wait small let me get home koraa eh…tsooo!’

After two more rings, I switched the phone off, by which time the waiter had brought the bill. I paid him and asked Ekua if she was ready to leave. She shrugged and stood up, “let’s go”.She insisted on driving me home, even though it was quite a distance in the opposite direction from her house. 

We sat in the car, parked outside my grandfather’s house where I stayed whenever I was in Accra. 

We sat a while without speaking then she broke the silence….

“Yao, who was in your room with you the other day when I called you”?

“When”,? I answered back puzzled.

“Don’t lie Yao, I heard her voice, she said she was leaving because her sister had come”

‘Shieeeee! Chale I for think fast’, I thought to myself. I tried to look puzzled for a few more seconds to buy time…”Aaaaah, I remember, it was the bɔrla woman, she came to pick the bɔrla.”

Even before the words were out of my mouth, I knew I had ‘done some serious yawa…’

“Really!, bɔrla woman?..in your bedroom?…” Before she could go on, her phone rang…”Hello…”…she giggled a little before saying, “OK, I will be there soon”…and then replied “me too” to something else which was said on the line.

“I need to go, say hi to the bɔrla woman ok”, she sarcastically rounded up, before waiting for me to alight, before driving off…

It was almost midnight…

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Moments of Bliss-the story…season Finale…episode 10 

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“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…

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Moments of Bliss-the story…episode 9

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“​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…