Skip to main content

Twists



Michelle walked beside the main street towards the path that led down to her house.Two little boys raced past her,with a woman shouting behind them to be careful they weren't run over by cars.Young boys,who were going to grow up to become men.
Men.Michelle suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly looked to see if anyone was watching her.
Men amused Michelle.
Just a month ago,she had been a teenager,so sure men were totally tough,without a bone of weakness.
But just a month into womanhood, and personal events in her life were making her rescind her decision about men.Of course she didn't know a lot of men,but she knew quite a few.And many of them were funny to her.Although they will never know this.
Top on her mind was Kwasi.Her cousin Emefa's boyfriend.
Kwasi was the most popular boy on campus, and had been quite a playboy before meeting Emefa.He had joined their church choir immediately he found out Emefa was in the choir, much to the chagrin of the choir director, who immediately suspected Kwasi.But he became a disciplined choir attendant,much to everyones surprise,and even seemed to enjoy singing, which he did quite well.
Emefa came to like Kwasi and fell easily for his charms. Not surprising. After all what Kwasi wanted, Kwasi got. Everyone expected him to get over her,after about two months tops.
Yet,they stayed together. Always seen together. He did everything for her and shared everything he had with her.People had began to accept the fact that Kwasi had shamed them. He sincerely loved Emefa.
And then he met Lorvia,the daughter of his director- general. The most powerful man where he had gained employment. Lorvia was an over pampered child who had never been refused anything. And she was determined to have Kwasi.
Kwasi was determined to remain steadfast in his zeal of not cheating on his girlfriend.she was the best thing to ever happen to him.but Lorvia had managed to convince his boss to get him to go out with her. And he couldn't refuse.
They went to the biggest restaurant in town, where Lorvia' s dad coincidentally had a dinner date as well. So as not to make Kwasi uncomfortable, they sat at the opposite end of Lorvia's dad,his back facing him.And Lorvia immediately got busy with her plan to seduce him by the end of the date. Which was proving more difficult by the minute, with Kwasi insisting he had a girlfriend.
Half an hour later and Lorvia had accepted Kwasi wasn't hers.
"Lets leave now, I'm tired".she said rising up.
"I'm sorry Lorvia, I just can't hurt my girlfriend, she is the best I have ever had".
Lorvia shook her head. "I can see that, I hope to meet her oneday"
"U will soon,at our wedding" Kwasi smiled happily.
"Hmm,congratulations let's go say goodbye to my dad, he seems to be having a better date with his girlfriend than I am".
Kwasi took his phone, hurriedly texting Emefa that he was finally about to meet the director- general, whose lips were at the moment locked together with his female companion.He stood behind Lorvia with his head bowed to his phone as she cleared her throat to get her dad's attention.
"Dad,meet Kwasi".
Her dad turned and Kwasi extended his hand while trying to shove his phone into his pocket.
The phone smashed to the ground as his hand weakened.There sat Emefa
His Emefa.
Men must not cry.Although men got heartbroken too.
It was just funny to her how the players got played, most times when they had decided not to play again.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A god’s election.

All the houses that led to the Kansie shrine had no aluminum roofing. The first thing you noticed at the premises were the skull of donkeys in the rocks that housed the shrine. The skulls were kept buried because whenever it was left in the sun, the entire village suffered migraines. Everyone who entered the shrine had to be topless. No one ever returned from Kansie still bearing whatever issue had caused them to enter into it in the first place. This was where recognized fetish priests sought fortification from; and where they directed important people to seek help when they knew they could not handle the situation they brought with them. One had to be parsimonious and ready to do as was directed, because when the gods decided on what sacrifice they wanted, no appeal was heard. The national election was in two weeks and Fynn Aggrey was contesting. This was his second time running and although six others had picked up nomination forms, it was a clear contest between Fynn and Nii A...
8 comments
Read more

I want to be like you..,sure?

Just before he entered University of Ghana he was involved in an accident so had to move around with the aid of crutches. During that time, there was intermittent supply of water, meaning he needed to go fetch some for use. His cousin who had been helping him throughout his registration had left after he got his room and bed.  Now there he was, standing in front of the hall, with a bucket by his side, metals in his legs, P.O.P around them and holding his crutches; feeling extremely depressed wondering how he was supposed to function in school without any help; asking himself if he should have just stayed home. But right there, he saw another student walking towards the hall, a visually impaired student, tapping the ground with his cain as he made his way slowly into the hall. He said that was the last time he allowed himself to ever get depressed about whatever situation he found himself in, because as bad as he felt his present situation was, he had so many other things going on ...
5 comments
Read more

So What?

Have you found yourself doing something that you knew wasn't really 'right' or even downright wrong but you loved it so much that you damn all consequences and just live in the moment? Or when you really feel guilty about doing something but you refuse to even ask for forgiveness about it because you know even before you say Amen that you will do the exact same thing again as soon as you get the opportunity to? I don't know about you but I have. There are some things that honestly I have attempted 'negotiating' with God to give me a pass on, while I gather strength to overcome lol. You may pass your own judgment on this and say 'then you are not really sorry or you don't want to let go enough'. Ok, Most Strongest, when I grow up I want to be like you and be able to easily let go of things that i need to without even a little struggle. But you see the truth is that it is not entirely surprising that people have a certain response to situations that ...
4 comments
Read more