Our First Date – Episode 1

OUR FIRST DATE EPISODE 1

 

It’s really stressful walking on the streets of koforidua. No better place to hang out… But I thought I had heard much about this city? Koforidua flowers, Koforidua flowers… Nothing to really prove the definition for that. I turned around to go back to my new home where I had got a few days ago. I felt sad and lonely as I walked home. I wished I never took the chance of ever coming to koforidua.

“Driver, can you please take me to Two Streams?”, I asked a driver who had parked his car by the pedestrian walkway. I jumped into the car when he agreed to take me home.

“Are you alright sir? Have you lost a relative? I don’t know you but your mood looks very bad. Your facial expression puts lot of messages across. You can share with me if you don’t mind,” the driver said.

I looked at him, smiled and asked, “Are you a native of koforidua? I’m new here and trust me, it’s one of the worst places I’ve ever visited. If you want to die of boredom, I’m sure koforidua would be the best place to visit.”

“Ha ha…You sure? There’s never a dull day in koforidua oo. We have all kinds of sunflowers too. Don’t worry… I will personally tell you this. There is going to be an executive club, not for these young lads. It’s taking place three days from today. Try being a part of that. I tell you, you would set up your family here. Until then, let me take you to Total 2 which is just down the road. Sit down for a while and enjoy the environment.”

It seemed the driver knew much.

My thoughts and guesses weren’t right after all. I smiled to myself as I sat at one corner and watched them do their own thing (the football gurus, the meat lovers, alcohol lovers and the poultry farmers who were after the chicks). A very good evening to behold.

That indeed defines koforidua.

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I got a bottle of ‘Joy Daddy’ bitters and some khebabs to keep the night going smooth.

I spotted one lady who sat all by herself after a long skim through the crowd. Sure she was a stranger like me. I picked my bitters and the plate which contained my khebabs and went closer to her. I tried engaging her, but she was worse than deaf and dumb. She didn’t raise her head to watch me, not to talk of raising her eyebrows as her eyes were firmly fixed on her phone.

I quietly returned to my seat to prevent any kind of embarrassment.

“Boss, get me some more khebabs and extra sausages,” I told one of the bar attendants while bringing my phones and car keys out of my pocket.

“Sir, pardon my bad manners. I’s having some challenges that’s why I couldn’t talk to you when you came to my table. Hope you don’t mind me sitting by you,” a lady said. I looked up and realized she was the same lady I had approached minutes earlier. I smiled and asked her to make herself comfortable. After all I didn’t own the bar. Did I? I sure didn’t.

I asked her to order for anything of her choice. I could see the fire in her eyes. I paid just when everything was delivered and asked to take leave. Yes…I was leaving for home. You can’t come closer because of my phones or money. She looked more disappointed and felt melancholized when I rejected her request for having my number. I’m a very simple man but a bit complicated, I become sarcastic at times. I’m unpredictable.

I called the driver who took me to the bar to come and pick me home. He laughed out as I described all that happened to him. “You were smart. In fact you are smart. This is Koftown with smart and intelligent babes. You would have been her sponsor for some years without seeing her thighs. Heeer, you are the man.”

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I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. There was nothing new to watch on television. I was kind of tired of using my phone. All I could do was to think of the executive club which was to hold in three days time. I needed to represent. Who knows? I might be a lucky hulk to grab some chicks you know. I’m a responsible man but pardon me if I keep saying chicks. There were times I wanted to feel like the ‘ordinary man.’

I’m not married. I’m the second of three children (all guys) who are married. The pressure from my parents to get married isn’t easy for me and that was why I decided to come to Koforidua. I left my apartments back in Accra to rent a single room here in Koforidua just to hook up with a lady. It isn’t easy to be a man. Though I came to koforidua with my car, I loved to walk a lot.

“Papa, good evening. (That was my father on the phone) please let me call you in a jiffy.” I quickly hanged up to avoid any questions about marriage.

I couldn’t drop the phone. I went online to reply my friends who had whatsapped me and followed up to Facebook to check if there was something new for me. It was boring on Facebook too… I tried sending few friend requests out, of which one lady didn’t hesitate to accept. I asked for her number and it was granted…holalaaa. My night won’t be boring anymore. I dialed the number and she picked.

“Hello Janette, this is Quaku. The guy you gave your number to on facebook,” I quickly said without greeting.

“Hello good evening. Please check your digits again. You might have missed a number. I’m Abrefi. Thank you,” she said and hanged up. A wrong number? I took the phone off my ear to check the number again. I had indeed missed a number but…am I supposed to correct the number? This lady I just spoke with sounded calm. No doubt…. Her manners and way of speaking to a stranger…OMG.

To be continued…

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