Thursday, December 7, 2017

Broken 3


I woke up very late the next morning. It was a Saturday so I wasn't worried at all. I rushed for my phone immediately after my morning devotion. Just like I suspected I had two messages. One was from Kevin but the second wasn't from Pablo but Daisy. Daisy wanted to know how the night went. Kevin's text was the surprising one. He invited me to come over to his place that afternoon to talk. That was all he said. He didn't even say what about. I told him I would be there. There was only one thing he was likely to say, that he wanted us to get back together. So all it took was a night out with a Spanish guy? I smiled and went to look for breakfast to eat.

Daisy called me that morning. She wanted to hear all the juicy details. I told her the story excluding Pablo's kiss. "Kevin almost caused a scene." She said. I shook my head. She wasn't getting the point. "He sent me a text today. He wants us to talk. I will be going there around 3."  I said. Daisy didn't like the idea at all. "What does he want to talk about? You shouldn't go. I mean now that you are moving on he wants you back? This guy is so annoying." She said. I wasn't happy with the way she was talking. "Daisy is there anything wrong with him wanting me back? We can make it work." I said. "Maggie, I'm just trying to remind you that he hurt you. He cheated on you..." She explained but I wasn't amused. "People work out their issues and go on. If Lawrence cheats on you will you leave him?" I said. There was a brief pause. "Wow, you know what? Do whatever you want." Daisy finally said. I could tell she was upset. She made an excuse and got off the line.

That afternoon when I got to Kevin's place I couldn't help reminiscing. His car was parked at his usual spot and dirty as hell. I was the one who always insisted he wash it. So much so that we had a car wash party every other Sunday afternoon. We would play loud music, wash the car and eat a heavy meal afterwards. It was fun. I called him when I got to his gate and he opened the door instead of picking my call. It startled me a bit. "Hey." I said. He signalled for me to come in.

His place had changed a little since I last visited. It was obviously a mess but not that bad a mess. I sat on the couch and looked at Kevin. He seemed a bit disoriented like he had just woken up from sleep. "If this is a bad time I can come another time." I said. He shook his head and told me it was fine, that he just dozed off a bit.

When I first met Kevin I was instantly attracted to him. It wasn't just his good looks that had me sprung, it was his way of life. He was very relaxed, took things a day at a time and really liked to have fun. That was the exact opposite of me but somehow I felt we could create the perfect balance together. He felt the exact same way, well at least that's what he told me. He said all his previous relationships with bad, free spirited women never lasted long. He wanted to commit to me because I was different and that was it for me. I fell for him. Surely it sounds foolish of me but when a person who doesn't care much for a lot of people shows that he cares about you there's something you feel inside. Daisy warned me not to date him and that guys like him came with lots of baggage but I didn't listen. I had found Romeo and that was all that mattered. It's hard to explain how special Kevin made me feel. I was smitten.

After our first few months of dating I could have sworn we would get married! The problems came after the 5th month. Kevin started going out more without me. He called me less. He was doing a course at the same time so I felt studying and working at the same time was taking a toll on him. Daisy one day suggested we pay him a surprise visit. Just to prove to her that Kevin was faithful I decided to do it. To be honest I also wanted answers myself. So we went to his place. He was surprised to see us.

That day he was awfully weird. He kept texting. Then there was a knock at the door. Kevin  quickly went to the door. All I could hear was whispering. Daisy turned to look at me. "Go and see who is there." She said. That my friend is such a spy. I nodded and walked towards the door. When I got close I heard a lady say "So who should take me? That wasn't what we planned Kev".

Kevin noticed me too late. "Hi!" I said to her. She looked like a student and was holding what looked like a weekend bag. It angered me that she was younger than me. She looked exactly like the type of girl Kevin said he didn't want anymore. "What's going on? Is this your girlfriend? Should I tell her everything?!" She asked Kevin angrily. He tried to close the door but I just shook my head. Kevin yelled at the girl and told her to leave. This made her even more angry. She wouldn't allow him to close the door. At this moment I had seen enough. I went for Daisy and told her we should leave. There were already tears in my eyes. As we left Kevin came to me asking me to stay and that it wasn't what I thought. He said if the other lady meant anything to him he wouldn't be begging me to stay. We left and I never came back until this day.


To be continued... 
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Monday, December 4, 2017

Broken 2


I had had so many drinks at this point I needed to use the washroom. "Hey, I'll be right back." I said to Pablo and walked off. I wondered what time Daisy and Lawrence would want to go home. I was having so much fun. On my way back from the washroom I was thinking about an excuse to give to make Daisy stay longer and then everything went cold. I saw Kevin walking with a friend of his. He saw me and smiled. I wasn't sure what to do or say when he walked to me.

"Maggie, looking good." He said. I could tell he was drunk. "Thanks. How are you doing?" I asked. Kevin shook his head and turned to his friend. "PY and I are chilling small. Dawg your white boy and join us. We are going to Firefly from here." He offered. I wasn't sure what to say. I turned to look at Pablo. I decided to be like him. Kevin was being rude. If he really wanted to hang out with me he would have called me earlier. "No thanks I'll pass. See you later." I said and walked back to Pablo. Kevin just stood there surprised.

Somehow I was glad I stepped out that night. I noticed Kevin was watching a football match at the bar but would regularly turn to look at us. I decided to give him a show. I sat closer to Pablo, put my palm on his thigh every now and then and laughed a lot. The laughing part was easy because he was full of jokes. After a while Kevin walked up to us. "Maggie, could you come here?" He asked politely. I walked closer to him. "We are leaving in 5 minutes. Are you coming?" He asked. PY came and joined us. I greeted him and told them I wasn't going with them. Kevin shook his head and walked off. "This is low Maggie. I didn't expect this from you. " PY said and followed Kevin. I stood there confused. Low? Just then Daisy and Lawrence showed up. "My goodness I should have known Kevin would come here. What trash did he say?" She asked.

At this point I wanted to go home. I told Daisy what PY and Kevin said and she told me not to take them seriously. I knew she was right but if Kevin was jealous didn't it mean he still liked me and wanted me back? I nodded to everything Daisy said but I wanted to go home. Pablo offered to take me as he said he was also leaving. I snapped back into my normal self with plans to call Kevin the next day to talk and clear everything out. It was annoying that I missed him.

When we got to my house Pablo walked me to my door. He told me he hadn't had this much fun in a while and obviously that was mutual. After a brief silence he leaned in and kissed me. I wasn't expecting this at all so I moved back. "I'm sorry I thought... the way we were at the pub... I figured..." He stuttered. Oh no! I had sent him wrong signals when I was trying to make Kevin jealous. I couldn't tell him the truth. "I'm sorry I just broke up with my ex boyfriend and I'm not sure I'm ready for anything right now." I said. He stared at me for a second and nodded. "Yea sure, I understand. I'm sorry I took this the wrong way." He said. "No it's my fault. I hope we are still cool?" I asked trying to make eye contact. "Yea of course." He replied. We said our goodnights and Pablo left.

When I got into bed I took out my phone and there was a text from Kevin. "Firefly was really fun. It would have been better if you had come. Are you still at the pub?" It read. I smiled and just before I could reply I got another text. It was Pablo. "Hey, just wanted to say goodnight. I'm about to crash now. See you on Monday." His text read. How did I go from having no one ever text me to having two at the same time? I giggled. I replied Kevin's message first. "Maybe next time when you invite me properly I'll come. I'm off to bed goodnight." I then went ahead to reply Pablo. "Goodnight Pablo, tonight was fun." In no time at all I fell asleep

To be continued... 

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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Broken 1


When I got home from work I dropped my bag on my bedside table and took out my phone. I could have sworn I heard a notification. Unfortunately there was nothing. Kevin, my ex boyfriend had not tried to reach me at all for the past week and it made me sad. You see we broke up a couple of weeks ago and now I was wondering if it was really a good idea. I mean he did hurt me but maybe I should have fought back to make the relationship work. My best friend Daisy kept saying he was useless and he would never find anyone like me. Right now it didn't look like it at all, I mean he clearly wasn't trying to get me back.

Just the minute I got out of the shower my phone rang. It was Daisy. "Hey Rabbit are you at home?" She asked in her usual cheerful tone. She was inviting me to a night out with some friends from our workplace. I hadn't made plans that Friday. In fact I never made plans. That was Kevin's job. Ever since we broke up I just stayed at home. Daisy would not take no for an answer. "Look, I'm coming to pick you up. Wear that black lace dress with the pink lining." she instructed before she hang up. I did as she said. If she had to I knew she would drag me out of my house, besides it was time I moved on! A night out was a good idea.

I hoped into Daisy's car when she got to my place. I noticed there was someone in the front seat so I just sat in the back. It was Daisy's husband. "Is this some family outing or what? Lawrence how are you doing?" I teased. Lawrence laughed and said they would make me their kid for the night if I didn't behave. They were my all time best couple. Even though they had been married for just two months I knew for certain they were meant to be. Daisy drove to a popular pub. Kevin and I had been there several times. I even remember he taught me how to play pool there. I wasn't sure this was a good idea but it was too late to turn back now.

When we got in the place was lively as usual. We saw our workmates and joined their table. There was a white guy, Pablo who joined our company just a few months ago there. He was from Spain. He stood up and offered me his seat. Then he picked another chair and put it next to mine for himself. Daisy walked to me and spoke into my ears. "Lawrence and I are going upstairs to the terrace area. Tonight is for you so don't think about that monkey ok? Have fun!" She took Lawrence hand and they walked off. I smiled as I watched them leave.

"You work in the IT department right?" Pablo asked. I nodded. He was in the same department so I guess he had seen me before. We talked about a new project our company was starting and how bad an idea it was. He made a hilarious impersonation of our boss and I burst out laughing. He was totally on point. We spoke about Spain and Ghana and everything in between. I was enjoying the conversation so much I didn't even notice that most of our coworkers had left. A pool table became free and Pablo suggested that we play. I told him I was horrible at pool but he insisted. He said he sucked too but it looked like fun. He was right! We played one game and kept making fun of each other for missing. Eventually he potted the black ball too early and I won. I jumped up and down and to celebrate my victory he clapped for me. I was having such a good time.

We went back to our seats and talked some more. Then a waiter approached us with a glass of expensive whiskey. "Sir, the drink is from the lady in the blue dress near the aquarium." The waiter said. I turned to look in that direction and saw a group of white ladies. The one in blue looked like she was in her mid twenties with lots of makeup on. "Please take it back. Tell her thank you, I don't drink whiskey." Pablo said. The waiter did as he said. "You didn't have to drink it. It's like she's saying she likes you." I said to him. He shook his head. "Well I'm not interested. I also find it rude." He said. "Rude, how is it rude?" I asked, a bit confused. "Because I'm here chatting with you." He explained. It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. When I did I realised that was the sweetest thing I had heard in a long time. I smiled and nodded. I could see the ladies staring at us from across the room and it excited me.

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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Emotionless


Have you ever felt used but you blame yourself more than the person who used you because you know deep down you brought yourself to the slaughter house? That's how I felt as I lay on the bed with Coleman. It was almost 6am and my eyes opened by force of habit. I stared at him as he slept peacefully and wished it had never happened. I tried to tell myself to break up with him but that's what I said the last time and here I was in bed with a married man.

I got up and walked to the kitchen. Wallowing in my sorrows was not going to feed me. I opened the fridge and brought out a pack of food Coleman brought the night before. It was when I had heated it and was about to sit on my dining area that he woke up. "Good morning beautiful, something smells good." He said walking into the kitchen. I liked it when he called me that. My father never told me I was beautiful. It's funny how true that thing is. Your parents are the first people who can help you mold your self worth. My parents didn't really care much but I don't blame them. They didn't love each other. How could they possibly love me?

"Good morning. I just heated up some food." I said. He grabbed a fork and we ate together. Coleman was a very interesting guy. His wife was lucky to have him. Well I had him too but that's different. Every time we met he spoke about his wife and son 90% of the time. Most of time he was complaining about some things she did that irritated him. I always listened, unconcerned though but I pretended to care. It made him feel better.

I met him at a party about 6 months ago. It was one of these end of year corporate parties. I make it a point to attend these whenever I'm single. Boyfriends are easy to catch at these places. A nice fitted dress, long wavy hair, the right amount of make up and you are ready to grab the eyes of a wealthy executive.

Coleman was easy to approach. He didn't have a date and looked very lonely. I had never dated a married man before. Initially I didn't think it would be a problem but I know now that I was very wrong. I guess deep down, deep deep down I want to be a good person right? Maybe I was having all these thoughts because of Edem from down my lane. Ever since I met him things had been different for me. He is a very good looking young guy I met during my evening jog. He always made me laugh. Coleman was by far my youngest....boyfriend but Edem was a serious sight for sore eyes.


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Thursday, January 12, 2017

New year, new vim

Don't you just love the new year? People are wishing you good things here and there, some are throwing parties, making resolutions and filling the air with excitement. It's like all of a sudden some vim has just appeared from nowhere. This is good!

The only problem with the new year energy is that it's always shortlived.  We are positive, optimistic, set resolutions in joy and by February our brains just say "forget that chale." Just like that oh but this year I want to spice things up a little. I put together a few things that I'm planning to use to help me go through the old year with vim!

I'm going to...
  1. Count my blessings 
  2. Celebrate my successes no matter how small they are
  3. Be flexible with my plans/goals
  4. Give more
  5. Share more of what I know with others

So this is my little plan. Did I add I'll be making some changes to this blog as well? I'm not going to ruin the surprise by telling you what it is but if I'm to give a clue... it's pure awesomeness! Happy New Year everyone :) 

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Crush by Audrey Harriet Kumordjie


It was bedtime again and Jonas dreaded his usual last thoughts just before sleep overtook him. It had become a ritual now; that no matter where he was or where his bed happened to be, the same images lulled him to sleep. The images weren’t pretty, they were one of his embarrassing moments yet and even he couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t stop thinking about them.

Bella! It always came back to Bella. When he joined the Scripture Union (S.U) during his first year in High School, it was because of his “school father” the chaplain but it was his crush on Bella that made him stay in the group even years after Edward, his school father had left. He stayed to his graduation day.

His very definition of beauty was Bella, the standard to which he held every lady.  During their school days, one of the moments he found her most irresistible was after she’d gotten a haircut. Her sideburns were often pronounced then as her barber always shaped them up. Her slightly protruded forehead was the only thing he wished he could change about her features but six years later after High School when it was okay for the female species of his generation to “have their hair done”, he would see her again and admit to himself that her forehead had become her most alluring feature yet; more so when she had her hair in a ponytail. She had the darkest skin on campus and even her gums had melanin which made her already white teeth seem whiter.

Her small, well shaped and soft lips which he never had the opportunity to touch to confirm his perception always seemed to beckon to him. She had a perfect bust to butt ratio. The fact that she was petite was often overlooked by many because she seemed to be EVERYWHERE all the time, almost like she never wanted anyone to forget that she’s around. She needn’t worry though, because he doubted anyone who’s met Bella ever forgot her.

She was a popular girl, he wasn’t a popular guy; with a name like Jonas, who would be surprised? His parents definitely didn’t do him any favors with that name.  He was easily overlooked. He was a very shy guy and he never played himself into thinking a girl like her would ever notice a guy like him. His bedtime companion was a replay of an incident that happened in their second year in High school. He had just walked into the Assembly Hall where they normally have their S.U meetings, ten minutes before time. He loved doing that because it provided him an opportunity to stare at her as she walks in or to spend the first few minutes with her in the same room before the other members arrived. He got in and sat down at the back of the hall. Bella was chatting with one of her friends a few rows ahead.

There was just one other guy; a junior in the hall and he was making a show of rearranging the chairs in the hall in preparation for the meeting. He felt a bit guilty that the poor guy was doing it all alone so he got up and started helping. Of course he started at a place nearer to the girls, the most natural place that would make it quite alright for him to walk up to them and say; “excuse me”. He worked his way up to them as planned and said it. The girls got up without even giving him a glance, much like one would treat an invisible person and left but not before he saw Bella raise her left palm to her nose in a gesture that looked like she was trying to cover it from some odor. He felt like he could die on the spot after that, but it was the burst of laughter that came from the other girl seconds later that hammered the nails to his coffin. He never went near Bella again till they left school.

Six years later, he was leading opening prayer at his local church when Bella walked in…………..




Audrey is a vary interesting writer. Her pieces are always relatable downright realistic. She has a blog where she writes stories and poems too. Check her blog out and enjoy binge reading :) Here's the link http://hakspass.blogspot.com

Monday, November 28, 2016

Jacky by Feranmi Olunloyo


My story takes place back in the day when you got close to a year off school after SSCE. A bunch of the guys had started studying for NOVDEC and others had gone to prayer camps. I didn't intend to do either. I wasn't particularly optimistic about my results but I knew I’d get through. So with SSCE finally out of the way and no teacher to try and tell me what to do, I could finally chase my true love.

The day after SSCE I started chasing my NBA dream. I picked up a new dress shirt for my big brother from a boutique and went to Aviation to play ball. There were a few high school grads like myself, some kids from international schools and a bunch of grown men. There was also a girl… a very pretty girl! She didn't seem that interested in the game and she wasn’t hiding it either. In a way, she seemed a little out place like she’d been bribed by a sibling or boyfriend to be there. My interest was piqued but for all my ravishing good looks (seriously I am) something about her stumped me.

The game started and boy was I having a good day. I couldn't miss and it was easier to catch a cat than guard me. I was putting on quite a show and trash talking anyone who stood in my way. After an hour of dominating on the court, I absentmindedly sat down close to the girl. I raised my head to coyly stare in her direction and I noticed she glanced in my direction more than once. Still full of confidence from the game I caught her eye and with a small smirk said; “You enjoy the show?"... Silence.... I do Yawa 😰.

Some of the other guys saw it…there was no going back now. I got up, walked over and said; "You know most people pay to see that" she smiled looked up and said; I’d like to see you do that with your guys in the states. I must have been that convincing, she thought I was an American baller! Of course, I was screaming in "American baller lingo" on the court a little earlier. So I said to her in pidgin; "You figure say I be Yankee boy... Chale I be Ghana boy" she laughed…hard. I was in! 💃💃💃.

So we began with the courtesies

Hi My name is Nii, what's your name ?
My name is Jacky

We spoke for about an hour, she was in form 6 at GIS. She was at Aviation because her younger brother was playing tennis. We hit it off quite nicely and spoke about everything hip then, from Destiny’s child's new album, to Cartoon Network shows. As the evening grew colder I pulled out the shirt I had picked up for my brother and gave it to her.

Do you do this often? She asked.
What? I replied
Pick up girls on basketball courts?

Smiling I said; No...not often...just about once a month 😎

She smiled back.

I wanted to ask for her number but I didn't  have a phone. We didn't even have a land line at home. What to do...

"I left my phone at home. Here's my number, flash me in like an hour "

"Alright, it's been nice talking to you Nii, here's your shirt"

"Naa girl ,common keep that. "

I lied , I gave her my big brothers number. He didn't  live with us , but he passed by after work before he went home every evening and I was supposed to have his shirt. Now I had to time this perfectly. I had to get home , avoid my brother because of his shirt  and yet somehow steal his  phone, get her number , tell her not to call on his number again and find some other number to give her.

I pretty much pulled it off. I told my brother I'd get his shirt the next day and asked to borrow his phone. She called and I told her that I was giving the phone away to a relative in the village and would be getting a new one in a few days time. I told her till then I would call her with different numbers.

Lots of lies told but hey what choice did I have, she was and IS( international school) girl , I practically went to cyto after dashing her a Perry Elis shirt and posing Yankee baller, how could I not have a phone.

I didn't have much money, I  used most of my money to buy my brother his shirt back (Why he couldn't by a cheaper brand I don't know) . I had a little money left over so I bought  a SIM card. I put it in my brothers phone a few days later and texted  to tell say that was my number. She called back immediately  and we spoke forever. I knew I wouldn't be able to reciprocate, so I told her I had a new job at a construction site that  kept me busy all day  , so I would be texting more than calling.

We  met at least once a week at Aviation. Sometimes I didn't play.  Sometimes her brother  didn't come. She brought me ham sandwiches and Sunny D, I brought her Sobolo and bofloat. I talked to her about most things and so did she.

One day while we were talking she asked why I lied to her so much. I was shocked. What?? me ? Lie??? . Apparently, after we spoke the first day she mistakenly called my big brothers number and he called back . She had known for weeks about my  my deception. She hoped I would come clean but I never did.

I left her that day and never put the sim back in another phone. I was too embarrassed. I knew she'd be going to college in the States in a couple of weeks. So I stayed away from Aviation for a little over a month. She didn't know where I lived so she couldn’t show up at my doorstep . I think she got the message. Thinking back it wasn't a big deal, I should just have come clean then and there but my 17 year old pride and insecurities  wouldn't let me. Ah well , such is life. That's how that one got away.




Feranmi my 3rd guest blogger is an awesome basketball coach who loves writing. Even though he doesn't write stories very often when he does its always an interesting piece. If you are into basketball like me you will definitely love his blog. Here's the link https://ferodynamisms.wordpress.com

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Duality by Atsu Antonio Awayevoo


You make me happy, you make me sad
You make me feel high, you make me feel low
Talking with you sends my worries into hiding
As sleep also goes into hiding

I would love to chat forever but Mr Time reminds me I can never
Rules they say are meant to be broken, though if broken, we would be broken
Broken because of an unchecked growth
Growth that could nothing but affections affect
Making affability lead to indispensabilty

Secrets are shared that act like cement, cementing the relationship
Thoughts are shared that build but break also because the naughty may sometimes cause a pondering

A pondering the naughty mind comes into conflict with the Godly mind
Who does but always wins
Though the naughty might have his time of day, the Godly will win the day making the weak strong and the heart peak with songs

As is said, all have two-sides, the bad and the good
The good must however prosper and the bad must forever loss suffer
Like the provebial "YIN & YANG",  in an endless dance they are


Atsu is a friend from university. He is a hard-working quality aspiring guy who loves his faith and having some bit of fun & ambiguity. You can check out his blog for more uplifting posts 😊 www.minemusings.simplesite.com