February Frenzy!

A lot of people see the second month of the year in a very special way. Don't get me wrong, February is a bit on the peculiar side having the least number of days and all. Some say it's the month of love (like other months shouldn't be the same) others call it the leap year determiner (that is just factual and boring) but for me it's going to be my vibrant year...in writing.

I have decided to diversify the way I write. Writing is something I love to do and I think I have always wanted to write all kinds of pieces. I'm not gonna tell what I intend to write on purely because I have no clue myself but I can only say that each story will have a unique theme and twist to it.

I hope you enjoy what I'd be posting. If you don't want to miss any of the action, you can follow my blog. The follow button is on the right. You will receive a notification, the minute I make a post :) I declare my February Frenzy duly launched. hehehe

ps...I hope u like my new look :)

ZediCross Statement collection

24 hours as a boy (5)

I looked at Kwame and a hundred things run through my mind. I couldn’t believe this little act of curiosity was going to haunt me like this. I thought about what could have happened. Did Caren meet Ziad somewhere and had him beat up? No, if that was the case Kwame would have mentioned Ziad’s name instead. I was forcing myself not to think about Caren having an accident or something. Like I would be in deep trouble and my conscience would eat me up till I die! “What happened to her? Oh Kwame it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You were right, I turned out to be a very bad person. I was so stupid. I’ve been having nightmares even. Oh this is so bad.” I went on and on. Kwame put my head on his shoulder. “It’s ok, I know you didn’t do this on purpose.” He said. 

“Listen, I don’t want you to blame yourself. It could have happened even if you didn’t trick her.” He added. “What happened?” I asked, afraid of the answer. Kwame looked away and said. “She has been arrested. She got drunk and drove into a traffic light. She didn’t really get hurt though.” He said. My jaw dropped. I had mixed feelings, I was happy she wasn’t hurt but this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t pull this silly prank off. “Oh no, but she will be released soon right? I mean her dad is really rich. He’ll just buy a new one right?” I asked to make myself feel better. Kwame smiled and nodded. “Sekina, this prank…” He started but I knew what he was going to say and decided to end it for him. “Yes, I know and I regret every second of it. I don’t want to be a boy again. I mean I was created a girl and that’s enough. I have to tell her the truth too. I think I should wait till she cools off or else she will tear me apart.” I said almost in tears. Kwame looked at me sternly. “What do you mean? The guilt is eating you up. Don’t you want to be free? How harmful can a slim girl like that be?” He advised. “Are you kidding me? Haven’t you ever heard of slim macho? It’s not as easy as it seems oh.” I shot back. “It’s too late now.” Kwame said and looked away.

I sat up straight and looked at him. “What is too late?” I asked eagerly. He still wasn’t looking in my direction. “I managed to get Caren to come here so you can make your confession. I’ll be sitting right here so if she does something crazy I’ll save you.” He finally answered. Just then my jaw dropped again. This time my mouth stayed open a bit longer. I noticed it and closed my mouth slowly. He wasn’t joking. My heart was racing! “You know what, since you are so supportive I think you should tell her for me. I mean it’s the same thing abi?” I said in a very low tone and got up to leave. Kwame got up and grabbed me by the arm. “Oh no, you are not leaving me with the crazy girl.” He said. We struggled for a minute but he managed to get me to sit down. I tapped my fingers on the table nervously. “Kwame you are right. I should take responsibility and that’s what I’m gonna do.” I said, attempting to calm myself down. “Excuse me, I’m going to the washroom.” I said and got up. Kwame looked at me with an Eagle’s eye as I walked briskly to the washroom. When I got inside, I looked at myself in the mirror and got a plan instantly. My brain works like that oh.

As the waiter stood in front of Kwame, I walked as fast as possible to the exit. Just when I opened the door he turned and saw me but I wasn’t giving up now. I was already outside. I had to grab a taxi as fast as possible but I wasn’t that fortunate. “Sekina, did you just get here and where is the guy who called me? I hope this will be quick!” Caren said from behind me. I turned around with my shoulders dropping very low. I was so close. I smiled sheepishly and nodded as we both walked into the bar. 

“Hi Caren, I’m Kwame. I’m just here to make sure nobody gets hurt. Sekina has a confession to make.” Kwame said when we were all seated. “Oh if it’s about the guy who gave you a ride it’s cool. I did some digging and found out he’s a fraud. He claimed he worked at Bank of Ghana and all but it’s a lie. Oh, fell for his tricks didn’t you? Oh poor thing, you thought you had a rich boy eh? So who are you? Her police? Hahaha, Sekina your boyfriend doesn’t trust you much eh? Well it kind of makes sense, I mean you run off with a 419 guy just because he had a BMW. One of the cheapest of them too, oh well.” Caren blurt out. I honestly didn’t know what to say but Kwame had an even bedazzled look on his face, reminded me of the game. “What?” He asked. Caren turned to look at him. “Kwesi right? You called me, don’t waste my time. What is it? I have to send a check to the Police station, those silly people thought they could lock me up. Being here is equally as dreadful. So?” She added. Kwame was fuming now. For some strange reason, this was pretty entertaining. 

“You know what Kina, I’ll do this for you. CATHARINE right? The Dion you were all over about was fake…” Kwame started but she cut in, rolling her eyes. “Duh, I said that already? Weren’t you paying attention?” I was so close to letting out a giggle. 10 points to Caren! “We paid him to trick you. It was a prank and you fell for it!” Kwame said losing his temper. I put my arm on his shoulder to cool him off but it didn’t seem to work. There was absolute silence for a while. I was scared of what was going to happen. Now I might be the one to make sure nobody got hurt. I was looking at Caren carefully and she looked at Kwame. I’m sure if we were in the anime Naruto, there would have been a huge sweat drop on my head. You won’t believe what happened next. 

Caren burst out into uncontrollable laughter. She held her sides and all and even hit the table a few times. Our table was just so entertaining. I’m sure the people around wished we were there every day. Caren was laughing, I had the most surprised look on my face and Kwame was fuming. I felt like disappearing that very second. “Oh is that so? Ok well you had me there. Here I was thinking some guy wanted to steal my money, rather he ripped you two off. Sad, I would like to ask why you two did what you did but I honestly don’t think it would be worth my while so enjoy your Policing.” Caren said getting up after she finally caught her breathe. “Oh, and the next time you guys plan a silly prank like this on me? You will be the ones paying a check to the Police. IF you can even afford it.” She added and walked away. Kwame was about to speak but I covered his mouth with my hand. “Shhh, just let her go.” I whispered to him. As she left I could hear her mutter the word ‘losers’. Oh chale, had it gotten to that level?

I must say, I never thought things would turn out this way. I guess life is like that but one thing is for sure. Boys are boys and girls are girls! Even though my brilliant idea turned sour along the line, hey no one got hurt (I had to restore Kwame after the shock though) and honestly the lesson I learnt was amazing….most times people are the way they are due to circumstances oh and also crazy girls bring out the worst in any boy :)

Don't let go

I looked at the box one last time before I handed it over to Kevin. "I have to go. I wish you the best." I said and walked away. I felt free and upset at the same time. I got into my car and drove off. I went to my favourite bar to have a drink. I needed to clear my head. "The usual right?" The bartender asked. "No, I'll just have a coke today. New beginnings." I replied. He smiled. I took out my little note book and crossed out one task: 'Send all of Kevin's stuff to him.' These tasks were to help me start over. I had fulfilled 9 out of 10. I was almost done!

The last task was to accept my boyfriend's proposal. We were having the best of relationships till Kevin came in. Kevin was my first love. We had been dating for years and he travelled out of my region. A few months after he moved I heard he had gotten himself a girl there. I confronted him, he denied it, we fought and that was it. It was so hard for me to let him go but I had done it. I knew I was doing the right thing. Peter was everything I could ever ask for. He loved me so much, he deserved me. I picked up my phone to call him but just then I had a text from Kevin. "Please, don't let go." It read. All of a sudden, tears started forming in my eyes.

When I got home that night, my mum was still up. She sat me down in the hall to talk to me. "Is the engagement coming on soon?" She asked. I shook my head. "I will call him tomorrow." I replied and went straight to my room. That night was the longest. In the middle of the night I sat up, closed my eyes and prayed. "God please give me a sign." Right after the prayer, I slept like a baby.

Peter was so excited when I told him I was ready for us to take our relationship to the next level. He even suggested we go out on a date to celebrate. I told him it wasn’t necessary but he insisted. We went to a night beach just a few blocks from Peter’s office. It was a little chilly but the view was amazing. The moon cast a silver shadow on the water. It was half past ten and the place looked deserted. We sat on one of the rocks. He put his arm around me and I rested my arm on his shoulder. It was peaceful and calm around but not in my head because all I could think about was Kevin. 

I didn’t see this coming at all. Peter closed my eyes with one arm. I asked him what was going on and he asked me to open my eyes. It was an engagement ring. He looked at me with a huge smile on his face, “Kafui Segbedji, will you marry me?” He asked. I looked at him and tears started rolling down my cheeks. I had to say yes, though I knew I didn’t want to. I managed to smile and nod. He hugged me with so much joy after he put the ring on my finger. My sorrowful tears seemed to work as tears of joy so I was covered. 

“I guess I’d be going, it’s a little late.” I said and grabbed my keys. Peter walked in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “So soon, it’s Friday, besides we are engaged now. Isn’t that exciting? He said and opened the bottle. That wasn’t good. “Yea but I need to tell ma mum and sister the good news you know?” I added, looking down. “Kaf, you still love him don’t you?” He asked. He was looking directly at me. I didn’t want to lie to him but how could I tell the truth. “No, would I be with you if I did? I don’t.” I replied as boldly as I could. He could tell I was lying. I just knew he could. He dropped the glasses immediately. My heart missed a beat when they shattered into a million pieces. Then the bottle followed. That was when I knew I wasn’t safe. My hands were shaking. “I should go.” I said and rushed to the door. He came after me and grabbed me by the arm. I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He said in the most terrifying voice, “Don’t be afraid, it’s just Peter, the boy who has loved you since High School. The boy who came to your hospital room every day when you broke your leg in Uni. The boy who listened to you talk about Kevin 24/7 when you two had problems. Why are you afraid now?” I had never seen this side of him before. It’s like he was possessed. “Please Peter, don’t do this. We fell in love and we still are so please let me go.” I managed to say. He pushed me away from the door and I fell face flat on the floor with the glass cutting my arm. “You thought you loved me until he came back. Don’t even try to hide it. I’m tired of hearing your lies.” He said, walking to me. My whole body was shaking now. 

Before I could say anything he kicked me in the side. The pain was unbelievable. “Please Peter, let me go.” I cried with tears in my eyes. “You know what, maybe I will but first I need to taste you. I can’t believe I fell for this stupid virgin joke. Tonight I will find out what Kevin used to enjoy.” He said, taking off his belt. “No, please I’m begging you. It wasn’t a joke. Peter please!” I yelled but he put his hand over my mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening. 

I opened my eyes and looked at my arm. There was no blood or bruise. I turned around and saw Kevin lying next to me, asleep. It was just a dream! I turned to him and hugged him very tightly. “hmmm?” he mumbled. “I’ll not let go.” I whispered in his ear. “Good.” He said and pulled me on his chest, still with his eyes closed and we both slept like babies…

If I tried

If I smiled at you, will you smile back?

If I said a joke would you laugh with me?

If I fall overly in love, will you keep me on track?

If I tried my best to be with you, will you do the same for me?

24 hours as a boy (4)

I was amazed by Ziad’s skills. He repeated everything I said so naturally. He clearly wasn’t in the drama club by chance. My boyfriend just watched on keenly occasionally shaking his head or saying “she won’t fall for that.” I didn’t even mind him. “So do you have a girlfriend?” Caren asked. I could tell from her voice she was nervous. “No, but I’m hoping to get one in the very near future. Smile.”I said and Ziad repeated the same thing even the SMILE! There is just something wrong with the boys in my family. “What?” Caren asked. This was bad. “Your smile, it’s really interesting. It has this warm touch to it. Where did you learn how to smile?” I quickly said and Ziad jumped on it quickly. Caren started giggling now. She was throwing her hands in the air. I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. Yawa girl if only she knew who she was ACTUALLY talking to.

Kwame nudged me. “Hey, time.” He said, pointing to his watch. He was right, it was time for the show stopper. I quickly said to Ziad, “Ziad it’s time. You are on auto pilot now.” I hanged up the call and walked to the restaurant. When I was within sight I increased my pace. I could see Ziad staring at me. This better work oh. I opened the door and walked straight to them. “Caren sorry, to interrupt but I think I left my notebook behind.” I said with a little pant. She looked at me with the strangest expression. I’m sure she was thinking, “Get out of here you tramp.” 

Ziad was still staring. “Hi.” He said holding out his hand. “Oh hello. Yes that’s it. Thanks. Caren if you ever reconsider helping me plan the party, just give me a call.” I said, grabbing the book. “Ahh, ehh yea.” She stuttered. “I didn’t catch your name.” Ziad said, holding on to the book as well. “Oh I’m Sekina. Enjoy your date.” I said and pulled the book. “Sekina that’s a nice name, you can join us if you like and tell me all about the party you are planning.” Ziad added. The look on Caren’s face was priceless. She didn’t give up though. “She has to leave. Can’t you see she’s in a hurry? I’ll tell you about the party.” She said, Ziad looked at her for a second and turned back to me. “Really, where are you in a hurry to?” He asked. “I have to…” I started but Caren ended the sentence for me. “Meet her boyfriend! She has a date with him!” She thundered. Eiiish, boyfriend? This was not in the script. I didn’t think Caren would be so aggressive. Blasted, what was Ziad going to say now? 

“You have a boyfriend, so why aren’t you here with him?” Ziad asked giving me a wink. Herh this boy was good. “Actually my boyfriend isn’t in the country but we cyber date all the time. It’s kind of goofy but…” I started but Caren cut in again. “Yes, so don’t keep him waiting.” She said. Ziad turned and was smiling now. “That’s really interesting, cyber dating. So it’s a long distance relationship right, nice.” He said nodding. “Yea, I have to go, don’t wanna have to struggle for a bus home. It was nice seeing you, bye.” I said and turned around to leave. “Wait, oh you didn’t bring a car? Where exactly is home?” Ziad asked. “Labone Estates.” I turned around and answered. Then he grabbed the keys like it was his own car. “I’ll give you a ride home. I can’t let a cute girl like you hustle for a bus.” He added and got up. Caren couldn’t believe all this was happening. Her mouth was wide open. “It was nice meeting you Caren. I’ll call you later.” Ziad finally said to her. I’m sure she wanted to tell him to stay but she didn’t want it to seem as though he was leaving her. She managed a smile and grabbed her phone. We walked out of the restaurant and Ziad opened the door for me. We drove off slowly.

I had been laughing for so long, my ribs hurt. I will never forget the look on her face. We were at Kwame’s house. He had to rush the car home before his father noticed it was gone. “Ziad I’m so impressed. Excellent work.” I complimented. He smiled and took the tie he was wearing off. I took out my purse and brought out the rest of the money I owed him. He grabbed it quickly and smiled broadly as he counted it. When he was done he told me he had to leave and rushed off. Chop time no friends, lol. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked Kwame as we walked to the garden at the back of their house. 

“I want to know what you learnt from being a boy because from what just happened today, I don’t think you are a very kind guy.” He said when we were seated. How dare he turn what happened back at me? “What are you trying to say?” I asked sternly. “Sekina, you wanted to see how it felt like to be a boy so you could prove to me that you could be a better boy and you just screwed up some girl’s life.” He replied bluntly. I couldn’t believe him. “You went contrary to every single thing you wanted to prove. You used wealth to your advantage, lied, played tricks and nicely misled a girl so tell me, what did you accomplish?” He added. “Kwame, did you hear the things she said about me? I’m very sure I would have been a better guy if she wasn’t a selfish rich brat! Not all girls are like that.” I stated. I was beginning to lose my temper. Kwame put his palm on mine to calm me down. It seemed to work. “Yes Kina, that’s all I wanted you to know. Not all girls are as shallow as her and the same goes for us too. Not all guys are ignorant cheating bastards. Some actually love their girlfriends to the core. Like the one you are looking at right now.” He said softly. He leaned over and kissed me. He was right, what he said made perfect sense but I’m sure the kiss was clouding my vision. 

That night I had a nightmare where Caren was chasing me at a graveyard. She looked very old and was shouting, “You took the only man I loved from me. Now I’ll take you to the grave with me!” When I woke up I was sweating all over. I had to confess my sins, this was eating me up. My whole day was awful. When Kwame called me from work, I didn’t really want to talk but I told him about the dream though. I heard if you have a dream and you keep it a secret it will come true so I let it out SHARP! He told me to forget about it and we planned to meet and discuss how I would confess, this time for real. After work I rushed to Dellio’s, my favourite bar. Kwame was already there. I sat down next to him. He turned around and hugged me real tight. He had a weird unsure look on his face. “There’s something I have to tell you. It’s about Caren.” He said, looking into my eyes.

To be continued…

The perfect couple

They walked hand in hand all the time

She kisses his hand and he always smiled

On the Streets of Osu they caught many eyes

Of jealous girls and envious guys


When they eat out, she cleaned his lips

At every party they went, he stroked her hips

Their 'hello' hugs were long and tight

And you would never ever see them fight


Our Pastor said they were the perfect couple

Married for 12 years and still no trouble

Every one wanted to be like the Parkers

Little did they know they were excellent actors


The loud music was to hide the shouting

The deadly fights and the beating

My father's public display of affection

Was to stop my mother from her cheating addiction


So there you have it, the perfect couple

Made up of the worst combination of doubles

An abusive husband and an adulterous wife

With a young daughter who's appalled by all the deception in life

The ZediCross love story

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Several years ago, when local Ghanaian prints where only seen on the skin of mums and grand ma’s, Zedi was born. Zedi was to change the image of local fabric to young Ghanaian girls and also to show them that beautiful clothes could be made in the country, Ghana. Zedi showed the fusion of real wax prints and other foreign fabric such as demin, cotton, lycra and chiffon. After several activities including a Kiddy fashion show at Soul Clinic International School, Zedi drifted away.

Cross was born a few years before Zedi and dwelled on the fusion of cultures all over the world. Cross aimed to bridge the global gap between continents with fashion. The rare representation of shapes and colours made Cross famous but just like Zedi; its creator had a change of bearing. 

After almost five years Zedi met Cross and they fell in love. Not only did they agree on the nature of fashion in Ghana, they complimented each other. Their first offspring was a photo shoot. The union was launched on Facebook and the response was amazing. The clothes from both sides were displayed and the message of Made-In-Ghana with a universal touch was sent across as well as the creation of a fashion family. Within less than a year ZediCross took part in two fashion shows and a fair. The clothing line got more publicity when it launched a new collection called the Statement Collection. This collection showcased clothes for various personalities and personal interests with an edgy touch.  Their recent collection, Essence tells the whole world how far they have come and how far they intend to go.

ZediCross continues to grow to put Ghanaian clothes on the international fashion scene like never before. ZediCross believes in culture, family and most of all unique style. Just like every fairy tale, ZediCross lives and will continue to live happily ever after.

Zedi (Juliet Azedi Ajaab)

Cross (Yaw Twum Barimah)

24 hours as a boy (3)

“Can I have the money now?” Ziad asked. I was straightening his tie. I looked at him one more time. “Wow you actually look older. There is something about formal clothes. Don’t you trust your own cousin?” I said to him. He stretched his hand and looked at me without saying a word. This was just annoying. Young ones these days, you can’t fool them anymore. I took out some money from my purse. “I’ll give you half; after the job has been done I’ll add the other half.” I said and handed it over to him. “Fair enough.” He said with a smile. Just then Kwame arrived in his Dad’s brand new BMW. That car had money written all over it. “Remember, this car costs a fortune. We can’t have anything happen to it. 15 minutes, ok Kina?” He nagged. “Ok, ok. Sheesh.” I agreed. 

Ziad was busy adoring the car. I could swear he didn’t hear a thing either of us said. It’s like the car just blocked the whole world out. That behavior of the male gender I simply cannot relate. “Why do you guys go so crazy over cars?” I managed to ask. Kwame who was just half dazed because the car belonged to his father also asked. “Why to ladies go crazy over shoes?” I shook my head. “Shoes are a basic part of clothing which is a physiological need for human beings.” I answered proudly. “Tell that to One Luv the Kuborlor. I don’t think you NEED all 25 pairs!” He stated. I opened my mouth and closed it again. Maybe we’ll talk about this another day.

“Hi, sorry I’m late. There was so much traffic.” I said and sat down opposite Caren. “Traffic, there wasn’t any on the alternate routes. Oh you used public transport right? I heard it’s so uncomfortable. Woo, thank God I have a car, a fast one too.” Caren said in her usual, I’m better than you tone. I just blinked. “So, what did you want to discuss? I hope it won’t take long because I have a date. Sekina are you going out?” She added. Honestly this one took me my surprise. “Yes…. I am. ” I said almost stuttering.

 “The reason why I called to meet up with you is because I wanted to organize a reunion for our year group and wanted to know if you are interested in helping.” I lied. Caren was never the type who would set anything up so I knew she would say no. She looked at me for a while as if she was toning down what she wanted to say. “Oh, I would love to but it’s really busy where I work so I don’t think I’ll have the time. In terms of money too I’ve done a couple of investments so I don’t have any lose money.” She finally said. It wasn’t as vain as I thought. Maybe Caren has changed! Sych! “Oh ok I understand. It’s not about the money anyways. I’ll get somebody else. Thanks for your time.” I said with a slightly disappointed look. I had to leave before my pissed off look appeared. I said goodbye and just as I got up to leave she called me. “Sekina wait…” This girl kwraa had she seen it?! “You said you were going out right? Is it with that skinny, nerdy guy back in school?” She asked giggling. At this moment, God and the people around were the only reasons why I didn’t punch her. “No, my boyfriend is called Kwame, Kwame Darfuor.” I stated boldly. “That’s nice. Darfour, the name sounds familiar.” She said, sipping on her cocktail. “His dad owns Darf Airlines. Anyways I’ve got to go, later.” I said quickly. She almost choked on her drink. Otwia! It served her right! As I walked I heard her call ‘Dion’. This was going to be so cool. 

Kwame and I sat a short distance away and watched Ziad do this thing. He told Caren he was a minute away and he drove in nice and slowly. I had to warn him several times not to look too keen. Dion was a cool guy, you know what I mean? Caren’s eyes were not the only ones he caught immediately he got out of the car and walked to her table. I couldn’t see from where I was but I knew her pupils had dilated nicely. She loved all kinds of glam. Ziad had his earpiece on so I called him and I could hear everything. “Oh, stop walking fast. Take your time and enjoy the stares.” I instructed. He opened the glass door to the restaurant and smiled when he saw Caren wave at him crazily. “He’s your cousin oh! Stop staring at him like that.” Kwame said, nudging me. “At least he’s flesh and blood. You were staring at a car!” I shot back. Then I heard Caren’s voice. “Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” She said. Little did she know... hehehe!

To be continued…

24 hours as a boy (2)

“Sekina, I seriously don’t get you? It took you two days to do this? This is rubbish! I want it redone in two hours. Have you heard?!” My boss thundered. It actually took me three days but who was I to open my mouth. I took the documents from him and walked to my desk without saying a thing. My boss is a pain, a very big one (literally) too. He never complained when I gave him the updates of what I was doing and all of a sudden he’s so bored. I think he has male menopause. When I got to my desk I realized my boyfriend was online. As I did the corrections I complained to him. “Hey what happened to your boy plan?” He asked, out of the blue. “Oh, Caren isn’t minding me again ooh. I sent her a text yesterday but she hasn’t replied.” I typed to him. Just like magic my phone rang and it was her. What was I going to do or say? What about my voice? I grabbed my handkerchief and rushed to the bathroom. I covered the mouth piece with my hanky and deepened my voice as much as I could and called her back.

Me: Hello

Caren: Hi, it’s been a while. I thought you would call me.

Me: Yea I was just about to call you. How are you doing?

Caren: Oh I’m fine. Just have a lot of work to do. I can’t wait to go on vacation. I wanted to go to the Bahamas but I’m having mixed feelings. The UK is definitely out because I just can’t stand right hand drive countries. Last year I spent a week in Brazil and the year before I was in Australia… (I couldn’t believe I was using my credit for this) I went to China with my parents when I was like 13 and I loved it. Their food is so cool. I mean, you should have been there. (Wow, I didn’t know Chinese food was so rare!)

Me: Wow, you are even better than the Travel Chanel.

Caren: I know right? My dad tells me that all the time. 

Me: Hey Caren I have to go, my boss just called.

Caren: Ok me too later, bye.

I hung up the phone and went back to work. Kwame was offline so I sent him a text, “I’m done with all this boy stuff.” 

The next evening I met up with Kwame at his sister’s wedding rehearsal. “Miss Sekina or should I say Mr. Sekina, why are you giving up so soon, you can’t handle being a boy?” He teased when he saw me. It has been confirmed, our relationship has passed the stage of ‘wow, you look amazing.’ That’s just by the way, anyway. “It’s not that I can’t handle it. Caren is just the worst lab rat.” I explained. “Why is that?” He asked, pretending to be concerned. “Well she talks too much; she’s overly spontaneous and yesterday she used up my credit.” I went on. He couldn’t help himself, he laughed out so loud, people turned to stare. “My dear, that’s how 90% of girls are. So you see what we go through.” He said. I looked at him for a while. “She also made me lie a lot. I mean little lies.” I added. Kwame put his hand around my shoulder. “Sekina, guys lie for girls all the time, yes little lies.” He said boldly. I moved away from him a bit. “So you lie to me too?” I asked sternly. He just smiled and nodded. Huh, was this guy for real? “Remember last week when you called me in the middle of the night? I was dead tired and was dying for sleep but when you asked me if I was sleepy I said no. It’s normal.” He said. Awww that was so sweet. I moved closer to him. He had earned himself a kiss, I couldn’t wait to get into the car ;)

That night I decided to tell Caren the truth, I mean guys go through a lot after all. I mean they are not perfect, far from it actually but maybe that’s why we like them. So we can ‘show them the way’ (this statement should not be taken personal). Since I am a big fearo I decided to send her a text. Just when I started sending the text I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up and realized I hadn’t sent the text at all. Just when I was about to, my brother walked into my room. “Don’t you know how to knock?” I asked furiously. He grabbed my lotion and started using it without saying a thing. “Hey, how do you confess something terrible to a girl?” I asked again. He stopped and looked at me with a silly smile. “Swinging that way are we? Does Kwame know?” He teased. I don’t know why my mum didn’t use birth control pills after me? I shook my head walked to my bathroom. “Oh, I’ll make sure I do it in person. Except she’s a freak she won’t really make a scene in a public place, you know?” He said. I stared at him as he walked out of my room. My goodness, he actually made sense! God bless KNUST! 

Me: Hello, Caren? This is Sekina.

Caren: Oh hiiiiii, it’s been forever. How are you?

Me: I’m good. Ermm are you free tomorrow evening? I have some stuff I wanted to discuss with you in person.

Caren: Sure, I mean I haven’t seen you in a long time. We can hook up tomorrow. Where and when?

Me: Zaren Restaurant, maybe at about 3pm, after church?

Caren: Perfect. I’ll see you then. Bye!

Me: Bye

I handed Kwame’s phone back to him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you could always just let this just die off.” He said. As much as Caren was a brat, she didn’t deserve to be lied to. I mean that’s one thing I can’t stand about guys and I was doing the same thing. It wasn’t cool. I explained it to Kwame and he smiled. I felt better immediately.

That night, when I was sleeping my phone rang. My loud ‘whip my hair’ ringtone didn’t help much so I answered it immediately. 

Caren: Hi Dion, what’s up? Did I wake you up? I just got to some boring party. I don’t know why I’m here again.

Me: Umm

Caren: It’s been a while, how are you doing? Hey, I’m meeting up with this annoying old friend of mine tomorrow in your hood. I don’t mean old old, one of those Uni friends you would rather not see again. I didn’t really like her much back in school even.

Me: So, why are you meeting up with her?

Caren: You sound like a girl when you are sleepy. Hahaha. Oh she said she wanted to discuss something with me. Maybe she wants a job or a loan or something. Some people think because I work at MTN I can ‘hook them up’? It’s just absurd. I feel sad for her though. Her boyfriend used to have a thing for me but he wasn’t my type. I mean he was a typical backpack boy. Can’t stand those geeky guys and to make matters worse he was short. Can you imagine?

Me: Oh, that’s a dull guy. You are the fun kind of girl huh? Then you are in the right hands. (Hands of doom!)

Caren: Awesome! So can we meet tomorrow at Zaren Restaurant, 3:30? I don’t think I can stand more than 30 minutes with her.

Me: It’s a date. I’m off to bed ok, goodnight.

Caren: Oh so soon? The party is boring, let’s talk. I know you enjoy talking to me.

Me: I do, it’s just that I have…tennis with my boss early tomorrow morning. Sorry.

Caren: Ok, well you better dream about me!

Me: Of course…I’M MAKING INTERESTING PLANS FOR YOU!

Caren: Hahahaha ok, goodnight!

Me: Goodnight!

Oh forget honesty, the game is officially on!!!