Thursday, December 30, 2010

You are gone

I waited for you all year
I knew you would come, you always do
I waited for my plans to come true
Before I knew it you were here

You always stay the same time
You draw the people I love to me as well
You seem to make me the happiest girl
But your stay runs out like a dime

Just like last year you are gone away
But your memories stay with me forever
I'd rather have you for a day than never
See you next year, Christmas day!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

24 hours as a boy

The more I listened to him, the more he sounded like a scratched CD. I had heard this excuse too many times. “Kwame, you are talking like I want you to call me every minute. No, we made plans. If something came up, I deserve the right to know. You remember last week, my battery run down but I managed to get Anita’s phone to contact you.” I explained. He remained silent for a while, rubbed his eyes and said, “You know what, I’m really tired. I don’t want to argue. I’ve got to go.” I didn’t like seeing him like that but he needed to be corrected. I got out of the car reluctantly and walked to my gate. He called me and I turned. “If you were in my shoes, you won’t behave like that.” He said and immediately drove off. “See this boy oh. What shoes? That’s when I decided to be a guy for 24 hours.

When Kwame heard about my idea he laughed his head off. I remained serious as I told him my plans. “So I want you to be my girlfriend…” I explained. “Oh no, young woman or should I say young man. You are not dragging me in this with you. Get yourself a real girl.” He protested. Well he did have a point but how? Lesbianism is sooooooooo not gonna happen! Kwame just laughed when I asked for help so I decided to do my research on my own. After speaking to some other people, I had two ideas. Either to get one of my female friends to act as my partner or hit on a girl I didn’t know and sort of remain anonymous. They both sounded silly but I liked the latter more, besides who knows which of my friends’ is a lesbian? I can’t risk finding out! 

The internet was to be my battlefield. I got a picture of my cute cousin (with no permission oh) and created a facebook account. I’m a cute girl so I’m sure if God made me a boy I’d be cute too no? I decided to call myself Dion Mensah. Very manly and Ghanaian. I wanted to let Kwame know that not all girls are crazy over rich guys so I went for the middle income kind of guy. After a random search, I added a number of girls as friends. Kwame called me to find out how my ‘adventure’ was going. I updated him on it and right after I regretted. He laughed even harder than before. I almost hanged up.  Mtcheeew. When I signed back in, I (Dion) had four friends. Not bad huh? One was online so I started a chat.

Me: Hi
Sally: Hello
Me: Did you go to Legon?
Sally: lol
Yes, what the ‘lol’ was to mean I have no idea. And she kept taking forever to give me these 1 word replies. I figured maybe she was shy so I went on.
Me: So you didn’t? You just look like a friend’s roommate that’s all.
Sally: I am at Sunyani Poly.
Me: Oh ok, then I guess it’s not you then. I have a cousin there though.
Sally: Oh ok. So are you at Legon?
Me: Yes, and no. I was at Legon. I completed three years ago.
Sally: Oh so you are working right?
Me: No, I’m still searching for a job.
Sally: ok.
Me: Do you live in Sunyani?
Sally is offline!

Oh, sake of what?  I felt I was making head way with this one. It was probably the internet service. I smiled at my accomplishment and went back to work. Just a few minutes to five I went back to Facebook to see if Sally was back. To my surprise I had a friend’s request. It was Caren Johnson. Some stuck up girl I knew from Junior High School. She was so annoying. Always felt like she was better than everybody else. I accepted her immediately. “This was going to be fun.” I said to myself. I left the office with a huge grin on my face. 

I met Caren online the next day and she even said hi first.Who would have guessed?
Caren: Hi
Me: Hey
 Caren: You look so familiar. Do you come to the golf course on Saturdays?
Me: No I don’t but we have met before. I’m sure you’ll figure it out with time.
Caren: Really? If you say so. Hey hold on I need to take a new HD TV out of my car.
Me: OK sure.
If you don’t see what I mean by her being a show off then you are one yourself! She took about 10 minutes and came back.
Caren: Back. Sorry I took so long. The maids where not around so I had to do it myself.
Me: That’s alright.
Caren: So what are you up to?
Middle income my foot! Me too I will show my stieze! Mtcheeeeew.
Me: Just got back from a board meeting.
Caren: Cool. Where do you work?
Me: Bank of Ghana.
Caren: Wow but you are so young. I thought it was just old people who work there.
Me: lol not at all but my dad works there. Got the job through him ;)
Caren: Nice. I work at MTN. I’m a marketing executive. It’s so stressful sometimes.
Me: I bet. Hey, I have to take a shower right now. Do you mind giving me your number so I give you a call sometime?

I honestly didn’t think it would work. Was expecting her to be long but she wasn’t. She gladly gave me her number. Who would think a guy would sweep Caren Johnson off her feet in one ONLINE conversation. I think I’m the best fake boy there is. That night I sent her a text saying. “Hey, you are really fun to talk to. Have a goodnight.” She sent and reply and it was a smile. Strike two, Dion wins!

To be continued...

Monday, December 20, 2010

All I want for Christmas


My church came up with this weird activity for Christmas. They called it ‘All I want for Christmas.’ The youth council came up with the idea and the church council accepted it immediately and had it announced two weeks to Christmas day, after mass. I sat in the pews with my legs crossed as the president of the youth council made the announcement. I had a very interested look on my face but in my head all I was thinking about was the queue at my favourite waakye joint.  As I listened, I realized it wasn’t as boring as I thought. The long and short of what he was saying was that, in addition to the usual nine lessons and carols this year, we were going to have a special program where the whole church exchanged gifts. He even made a joke about all of us being little Santas. It was to awaken the spirit of giving and also help the church to be more united.

Money wasn’t accepted and I’m sure the men were really pissed off about that. We were to all write what we wanted for Christmas and put it in an envelope. When the ushers shared the envelopes, it felt weird because usually we were to put money in them. This was actually cool. I looked at a man in a very heavy kente cloth and gold chain and started getting ideas of what to write. “There are strict rules though.” The youth president said, like he was seeing the items I was day dreaming about. “What you want for Christmas should not be too big to fit in a  box this size.” He said and held his arms about half a yard apart. “What a party pooper!” I thought. The congregation laughed out loud and I’m sure for the men it was a sign of relief. “Please bring your envelopes next week. We will put them together and we will all pick them one by one. Make sure you don’t add your name. Each envelope has a secret number inside. Keep that number only to yourself because on Christmas day, the items will be given out according to numbers. Also, you don’t have to buy the exact thing the person asked for. Anything close to it that you can afford is just fine and don’t forget to add a little note to the present.” He went on to explain. My number was 17 and now I had to find out what I wanted for Christmas.

It wasn’t until Friday that I remembered I hadn’t written what I wanted for Christmas. Honestly I wanted a car but unless it was a toy car it clearly won’t fit in a box as small as they said. I discussed it with my boyfriend. He spent half of the time laughing at me. Sometimes I wonder why I even tell him stuff. “Jean, just think about something small. You are a girl. I’m sure you want something you already have in a different colour.” He teased. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, slightly offended. He took a sip of his drink. “Men know what they want. Even if it comes to sizes or price ranges or even priceless things I know what I want for Christmas.” His self-confidence was becoming a little annoying. “Ok, Mr. I’ve got it all figured out. What would you want under 100 Cedis for Christmas?” I asked. He responded in a second. “A new video game controller. Let me make it simple for you. Just imagine yourself in your favourite store. If you had to pick one item for free, what would it be?” he went on. “I don’t know because I won’t want to pick something and later regret it because I could have taken something else.” I whined. Paa Kaw giggled again and shook his head. I was feeling very vain at that moment. “Jean, it’s a gift. Even if you throw it away, you don’t lose a thing. It’s the thought that counts.” The sad thing is that, I knew he was right.

Sunday morning just before I rushed to church, I wrote down what I wanted for Christmas. I was so excited. That day, the church was full to the brim. Ahh but these people paa, didn’t they realize it was a two way situation. They came rushing like the Pope was the one sending down all the gifts. The Father even made a joke about having the program every week so the church remained full. Easy for him to say, he wasn’t giving anything out. All the envelopes were collected and put in one huge box. After the mass, the ushers led everybody to pick a single envelope. One person picked his own number so was allowed to replace it. The number I picked was 53. I hope it belonged to some mimp3 asem person. I tore the envelope open when I got into a taxi on my way home. The handwriting was so scuffy it looked like an octopus wrote it. It read… “All I want for Christmas is Royal Feast Rice.” I turned the paper around. There must have been an error. What sort of request is this? I laughed out loud and the taxi driver turned to look at me. He didn’t even use his mirror. It was that loud. 

I told Paa Kaw about the request and he laughed too. “Maybe it’s something the person always wanted to try out or the person just wants to play around.” He said when he finally caught his breath. I mean, it wasn’t what I was expecting but at least it wouldn’t break my bank. I was scared of that. I went to a shop on my way home from work on Thursday and realized the rice came in different sizes. A handy sachet, a 1kg bag and a 50kg sack. Clearly I wasn’t buying a sack of anything! After all, what I requested for was so cheap. I asked for…no I’ll save it for later. I bought the sachet and rushed out of the shop. It was enough to feed 5 people at least. Well maybe 15 if they were models. Lol, no hard feelings but it’s like models consider air as an addition to their meals that’s why they eat so little. I bought the cutest wrapper ever and put it in an adorable paper bag. It looked so pretty, I wish it was mine. No one would know it was a cheap gift by just looking at it. The message I put in it was simple, it read….. “Hope you enjoy your meal. Merry Christmas.”

Just like the Sunday before, church was packed. This time I went a little early to secure a seat at a very convenient spot (where I could see everything). The ushers took all the gifts and made sure the numbers were attached to each one. I saw the sizes of other people’s presents and felt a little bad about mine. Then again some of the huge ones were as flat as China plates. No flex there. It was even too late now. I couldn’t be bothered. The nine lessons and carols was so exciting, people were singing their hearts out, probably imagining the diamond bracelets they thought they wouldn't receive, ha! There was a lot of excitement in the air. In almost no time at all, it was over and the gift activity was about to begin. The ushers brought all the presents to the front of the church. Father prayed over them and the distribution was to start.
We sang Christmas carols as the numbers were mentioned and the owners went for their gifts. There were smiles on everyone’s faces. Even people I had never seen smile before were smiling. The numbers were not in any special order. I turned to my mother to whisper something in her ear when I heard my number. “Seventeen!” I stood up almost immediately and went for my gift. The usher smiled and handed over to me a box far bigger than I expected. I asked for a pen drive! What was in this? I made it to my seat and met my mum beaming. “A mega make-up set?” she teased. My mum sees me in the vainest of ways. We weren’t allowed to open the presents until we had closed. The distribution was over in less than 15 minutes and everyone who gave something got something. The church even gave everybody chocolate as their gift to the congregation.

 The final blessing was said and the opening of presents begun. Ideally we were to leave before we opened the presents but the suspense was too much for some of us to handle. I sat down and opened my box, like a little girl. Inside it was a wireless keyboard, a wireless mouse, portable speakers and an 8 gig pen drive! My jaw dropped. I then noticed the note which read… “Merry Christmas, I know you asked for a pen drive but I thought I’d add a few more to it to spice up your Christmas. Have a lovely day.” I couldn’t believe it. That was so nice. Almost instantly I started feeling bad. I realized my present was probably the cheapest of the lot. Why was I so mean? Just when I put the note back into the box I saw that adorable paper bag I bought in the arms of a little girl. She was walking with her mum and twin brothers. The girl was hoping and singing all over the place. I quickly signaled my mother to take the lead and trotted to catch up with the family. They got into a tro-tro and it drove off. I grabbed a taxi as fast as I could and went after them. I saw them get out of the tro-tro after a considerable distance and walked off across the road. I made the taxi driver follow them carefully without being too close. Then they stopped in front of a yellow kiosk. The woman took out some keys, opened it and they all rushed in. My heart almost tore into pieces when she came back outside and hanged the clothes they had been wearing on a line on the side of the kiosk. This was their home. 

“Madam!” The taxi driver called. “Yes.” The woman said, coming out of the house. “Please a certain woman from your church said I should give this to you. She was the one who gave your daughter the rice.” He replied. He took out a sack of rice, a crate of eggs and other cooking ingredients. Her face lit up immediately. Her children came out and joined in the excitement. She asked to know who I was so she would thank me properly but the taxi driver said he didn’t know me himself.  As I watched the children dance and sing in joy from a distance, I felt my own happiness increase. It’s true what they say, there’s so much joy in giving. Merry Christmas… 

Don’t be left out this Christmas. Make somebody smile.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Love found


I walked with my eyes wide open
Looked everywhere, always hoping
That I’d find love and I’d fall sloping

I spent sleepless nights praying
No matter what it cost I’d sure be paying
Coz love is priceless so when found it’s forever staying!

So many years came passing
“Why God?” I kept asking
I didn’t know love was silently lurking

Then when I wasn’t looking
When my line stopped hooking
I found love and immediately made my booking
When love comes, u better not be slacking!

His kind of girl (9)


“Hey I brought you something.” Nicky said, sitting next to me on my bed. She pulled out a box of chocolate from her bag. I managed to smile. It was Celebrations! Who won’t smile at Celebrations? Nicky looked like she was holding back. “What is it?” I asked with my red eyes. “Doris, I don’t mean to be harsh but the things you are doing these days are a little scary.” She started. I sat upright and looked straight at her. “You are juggling boys here and there. Sedem told me you guys kissed and in minutes you are going on dinner dates with Pierre? It’s not like you at all.” She went on. Then my phone rang. It was Mr. Oppong, my boss. He wanted to know if I had gone to the hospital to cure my ‘malaria’. “Yes sir, the doctor prescribed some drugs for me. I just started the dose.” I lied. He advised me to get enough rest and drink lots of water before he hanged up. 

Nicky just giggled. “Your skills just keep getting more increasing. Doris, make up your mind what you want and stop swaying like a pendulum.” She said. She was right, the makeover seemed to bring more problems for me. “You won’t understand. You have always been pretty and popular. I’ve never had this kind of attention before. The closest I’ve been to a fine boy is being his bestfriend. Do you know how it feels like to watch a guy you like date girls pretty like you all the time? Nicky I’m 26 years old and I have only one ex-boyfriend and we dated for two months! I’m not justifying myself or anything but I waited for Nana for many years and now it’s all a big waste.” I said with tears in my eyes. Nicky froze for a while and moved closer to me. “Doris, you are an awesome girl and you know it. There are not many guys who are good enough for you. Forget about ex-boyfriends. They are just extra baggage you don’t need. What’s important is now. Tell me who you really like. Pierre, Sedem or Nana?” She asked. I looked at her and pointed to the used tissues on my bed. “Isn’t it obvious?” I shot out. “Ok, so that’s what we are going to work on.” She said. “Nicky, sometimes I wonder if you are blonde. If he remembered me and didn’t like me, how will he like me now? You should have seen how he smiled at Vanessa.” I said. Nicky hit me with a pillow. 

“Let me tell you something about Max and I. When he asked me out, I wasn’t very interested. I said I needed time to think because of Kwesi. Remember Kwesi?” She paused. I nodded and she went on. “Kwesi gave me more attention but we didn’t click like that. I noticed Max was someone I wouldn’t really get tired of and I wouldn’t regret making sacrifices for.” This was interesting. I always thought they had a fairy tale relationship from the start. “Do you know when I knew Max was the one? I saw him at a certain girl’s room. It was like I had lost something. That girl was so hot and I was insecure! I wanted to tell him about how I felt but because I had tossed him so many times I was ashamed. Luckily for me, he noticed it and asked me out again. That day I didn’t slack! I said yes faster than Bolts.” She said. I was laughing out loud now. “As Nana’s mum said, he will remember you. Just be patient. She said he remembered his dad just today right? Maybe he’s remembered you too. Go to the hospital and see the boy but remember to be patient.” She added. The smile on my face widened. “He has been discharged now anyways. Thanks Nicky,” I said and gave her a hug. “You know if I were a boy I would have hunted you down long time.” She whispered. I pushed her away and moved back playfully. “Say no homo!” I yelled. “All homo.” She teased. I grabbed a pillow and run after her. She’s silly like that.

For the next week I was Vanessa’s friend to Nana. I told him, I saw him play basketball a couple of times because we were in the same Uni. It felt funny but nice at the same time. It was like we were getting to know each other over again but I had the upper hand so I scored high points. This is a typical example.
Nana: Oh you had chicken sauce for lunch? I like fried chicken.
Me: Me too, especially when it’s dry fried with lots of spices.
Nana: wow, that’s exactly how I like mine. We seem to have a lot in common.
Hey you can’t blame me, Nicky said I should be patient. No matter how fun it was I just couldn’t help thinking that when his memory of me came back, he would change. I thought telling him I was Doris would make him remember but it didn’t work. I wasn’t going to complain. I would just enjoy this moment and be his new friend. 

“Pierre, there’s something I need to tell you.” I said nervously. He turned to look at me with no urgency at all. “I really like hanging out with you. You are such an amazing guy, like a dream guy…but I think I like someone else. I know it’s stupid of me to tell you this now but…” I started but he cut in. “Doris, I already know. You are really not that good at hiding emotions you know.” My mouth dropped. I didn’t expect this as all. He was actually smiling. “You gave yourself out the day we met that guy at the Black and White party.” He added. I was still frozen. My brain seemed to be on leave. Then he held my hands. “It’s ok to like someone else. You don’t owe me an apology. I never really told you what I wanted did I?” He said. This time I managed to shake my head. “Your company, your shy smile, your strange giggle; just enough to keep me sane.” He added. “Sane?” I asked. It seemed my body was working better now. He took a deep breath and looked down. “I lost my wife less than six months ago. I almost went mad because I couldn’t let go of her or do anything right but spending time with you seemed to help. So technically if anyone has to appologise it should be me because in a way I used you.” He said. His eyes were tearing but he managed to control them. “No, you didn’t. I understand you.” I said. I couldn’t believe how sad he must have felt. I put my hand around his shoulder. “Ok so I guess we both cancelled out our little secrets. And I want you to know that I’m here for you. Anytime you want to hear my strange giggle, just holla.” I said playfully. He laughed and gave me a hug. “Thank you Doris.”

I went to the salon and had my expensive weave taken out. So I was back to being a bre nya in no time. “I thought the Brazilian hair would motivate your hair to grow oh.” My hair dresser teased. I didn’t even mind her. I took out the fake eye lashes too. So I was back to my old self but I still kept the Wonder bra and the interesting wardrobe. Those had to stay! It was Nana’s birthday and his mum was throwing him a party. I got to Nana’s party with Nicky a little late. I saw Vanessa representing. She walked up to me and asked if Nana had remembered me yet. I said, “No, not yet oh.” But honestly I wanted to say, “B*%#*, mind your own f#^!@*%)^ business!” Life just doesn’t give you too many options.

Nana’s mother insisted that we sing happy birthday to him before he cut the cake so we did. Vanessa rushed over to him and helped him cut the cake. She even managed to give him a peck. Wait a minute! If he thinks we are friends he would never make advances at me if she is still interested in him! I rushed out of the room. This was the wrong place and time to cry. I had to put myself together. Maybe I should just leave. I went back in and looked for Nicky and I met Nana on the veranda. “I was looking all over for you, were you leaving?” He asked. “No, just came out for some air.” I lied. The things girls do. “Cool, let’s get some.” He said and led me back outside. “I want to talk to you.” He said sitting on a flower pot. “Ok,” I responded. This was another opportunity to score more points! “I’ve known you for less than three weeks now but it seems like I’ve known you forever. You are such a cool person.” He said. “But now I look very ordinary.” I replied. “You look fine, I’m talking about your personality. Looks makes a man happy for a day, a good personality keeps him happy all his life. So I was wondering, would you go out with me?” He finally said. My heart was hitting it up like a Jayso beat. I pinched myself… literally. He was still there looking at me and waiting for my answer. Just before the huge yes came out of my mouth, I thought again. He didn’t know I was his friend Doris. He felt I was his soul mate because I made him think I liked everything he liked. It wasn’t real. “Nana, I’d love to but things aren’t how they seem. The reason why you feel you have known me for a long time is because you have. We were close friends, you just don’t remember and… and… you didn’t seem to like me that much. I’m afraid if your memory comes back you will have the same feeling.” I said. I couldn’t believe I said that. I turned around to leave but he pulled me back. “I don’t know why I didn’t like you then, but I must have been silly to not like you. Are you sure I didn’t like you?” He asked eagerly. “Well you said it was because we were close friends.” I answered. “Doris, I like you. I really do and maybe the reason why this feeling is so strong is because I liked you then too and I just didn’t know it.” He said. Then he looked straight into my eyes and said, “Please Doris Abisa, will you be my girlfriend? I will cook for you, I’ll clean for you, I’ll even put my swag away and go to the market for you.” He joked. I was laughing all over the place. How could I have ever said no?

“Wow, that’s the best love story ever!” Nalla said, throwing her teddy bear in the air. “Did daddy really put his swag aside, coz that’s not cool. You should always have you swag on.” Anab said. Nalla hi fived him and they both giggled. “Hahahaha yes your royal swagness.” Doris said to them. She tucked them both in and turned off the lights. “Mummy!” Nalla called. “Yes dear?” Doris responded. “You and daddy are the best parents in the wooooooooorld.” They both said. Doris smiled broadly and she walked up the stairs. “What took you so long?” Nana said when she got into their bed. “Oh nothing much, I was just telling the kids about your kind of girl.” She said and turned off the lights.

The end!!!!!!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

His kind of girl (8)


I rushed into Nana’s ward as fast as I could. My heart was pounding like a very hungry man with a fufu pestle. I almost slipped on the stairs. A nurse rushed to me immediately I entered the ward. “Are you Doris?” She asked. I nodded and she led me straight to Nana’s room. He was sitting up and his mother was next to him. They were chatting and laughing. All of a sudden he froze when he saw me. “Doris.” He said, with the widest smile I have ever seen. I smiled and moved closer to him. He held my hand and turned to look at his mother. “Oh, sorry.” She said and walked out. He turned to look straight into my eyes and reached for something under his pillow. Like a flash of lightening he was holding a ring in his scarred hand. “Will you marry me?” He asked. My jaw dropped but just before I could say a thing, Pierre walked in with a baby on his shoulder. “Doris, the baby is crying!” He yelled. “What?” I said all confused.  Nana pulled his hand back. “Why Doris?” He asked with tears in his eyes. Then I felt a slap on my face. “Wake up!” Nicky shouted. I opened my eyes. I was on her couch. “I just leave you for five minutes and you are snoring.” She teased.
My dream kept disturbing me. Was God telling me something? If he was, at least he had taken Sedem out. I had to make up my mind about Pierre. Come to think of it, the baby in the dream was so cute. He didn’t seem like a bad choice at all but the feeling of the dream actually coming true was disturbing. Nana will finally wake up and it would be too late. This was just too painful to bear. I had postponed my date with Pierre twice. Luckily for me he had to take a business trip so I could at least clear my head. I kept going to see Nana after work. I had to know how he was doing. His mum was there every day. One weekend his father came to see him too. I was surprised he recognized me. 

Honestly not talking to Sedem was a bit hard. He was one of my best friends! Maybe I was overreacting; he probably said that because he was angry. Nicky had apologized for him like a thousand times. She said I was using what he said as a way to say no to his proposal. She was right in a way. I know that made me act the way I did but he didn’t have to say that to me. Then I thought about Nana and what happened when I ignored him. I picked my phone up and called Sedem back. He didn’t answer my call. Maybe he was busy. Oh well, at least I had tried. 

It had been a whole week and Nana was still in a coma. The doctors kept giving positive responses but Nana still had his eyes closed. Thanks to a new project at work, I was pretty busy. The deadline was insane so I had to work late and even take some home. In all the chaos I managed to go see Nana once or twice. Sedem and I were talking now, even though things weren’t the same. He seemed to be uncomfortable around me. Well I understand him, because I find myself unconsciously talking about Nana all the time. I tried to stop but I just couldn’t. 

The day after Pierre arrived he called me to came over to my place. I planned to go see Nana but I changed my mind. Maybe I should just allow my dream to come true. When I saw him, my heart missed a beat. I guess all the drama made me forget how handsome he was. Maybe it was me but his hair seemed extra wavy and he seemed taller. How was I ever going to say no to him? “Wow, you look great.” He said when I walked to him. Finally, my Hello Kitty shorts and tank top caught someone’s eye. I smiled so broadly, I could feel I looked like a goose. 

“How was your trip?” I asked to break the awkward silence. “Tiring. I had too much to do and the reports I have to write are endless.” He said fidgeting with his keys. Then he paused and said. “I got you something.” He reached into his car and brought out a box. I opened it and couldn’t believe what I saw. It was a silver necklace with my name as a locket. The ‘I’ was dotted with a diamond stud. “Wow Pierre, this is so beautiful. I don’t know what to say.” I said. He smiled and slowly put it on me. “You could say thank you.” He teased. I giggled, “Thank you.” Just like magnet we moved closer to each other and kissed. I almost forgot how that felt. I could hear my phone ring, but it sounded like the perfect background music, then Pierre moved back, “Aren’t you going to answer that?” he said. I shook my head and kissed him some more, I was lost in his arms as my phone kept ringing. After a moment Pierre stopped again, “This is getting a bit uncomfortable, just answer the phone, it may be important”. I reached for my phone, snatching it up impatiently, Sedem, what bad timing. The line cut just when I was about to answer it. I turned to look at Pierre and smiled. The next second the phone rang again. “What at all does this boy…” I started but when I looked at the phone I realized it was Nana’s mum. I answered it immediately. “Doris, Nana has woken up. Isn’t that great?” She said. My eyes lit up immediately. “It is, it is. I’ll be right there.” I responded. I looked at Pierre again; he had a strange look on his face. “You have to go somewhere? I have to be leaving myself. Got work.” He said taking his keys out of his pocket. “Then again, do you need a ride?” He asked thoughtfully. I stood there shocked for a second and nodded mutely. 

When I got to the ward, I kept thinking about how similar to my dream it was. At least I didn’t have a CHILD with Pierre, kisses don’t do that much. My dream flew out of my mind when I saw Vanessa. She was Nana’s ex-girlfriend. He had his longest relationship with her. 9 months is not a lot to many people but with him it was very significant. I felt like slapping her. Where had she been all this while and she just shows up when he’s awake? Nonsense! She was a standing in front of Nana’s room with his mum. I walked over to them and hugged Mrs. Obeng-Yeboah. “Oh Doris you can’t imagine how happy I am. You two can go and see him now.” She said, smiling. Vanessa and I rushed for the door and went in. Nana was sitting up. He had a note pad on his lap. He looked up when we got in. “Vanessa, what are you doing here?” He asked with a smile. I turned and looked at her. I was honestly thinking the same thing. “I came to Accra for a Seminar and I heard you were here. I had to come and see you.” She said with her evil smile that deceived a lot of men! Then I gave a little wave at Nana. He smiled cheerfully. “Vanessa is this your friend or coworker?” Nana asked. The whole room went silent. Then he said again. “Hi I’m Nana, what’s your name?”

To be continued…