Getting rich was my main focus. After a whole day of hustle and hanging out with the boys, I get home to my single room apartment with an already cooked indomie which cost me 5GHC. That was the life of a pure “Bachelor”. Not a bachelor of any degree but a bachelor of being single.
My name is Ben Obinim Eshun and this story is not about myself, it’s about you, the reader. I am here to tell your story. Surprised? Don’t worry, with my life and the way I go about things. You will find a bit of yourself in it and I’m sure you are going to relate to it.
Let me not keep you waiting, Let just say today it’s Monday. You wake up early in the morning and the first thing you did was to reach out your phone and checked the numerous whatsapp messages. Hold on, did I say numerous, that is if you are a “Fresh” lady but unlike me I’m a guy and a broke one as well.
I don’t wake up to check messages; I wake up to send messages. I send “Hi” to ladies I know, it will take about 20 minutes to reply. I send “Hello Dear” to the ladies who don’t even read my message at all, then finally, I send “Knocking” to my crushes.
As a young guy like me, during the early hours like this, that is when you will see my little “Kweku” very erect and that surely put me in the mood to chat longer and be very flirty.
Even with this life, the devil has a way of just spoiling the fun, you know. It’s either the charger to your phone is messing up or you are experiencing “Dumsor”.
Anyway, on this particular day, everything seemed to be going on well as usual. No charger problems or “Dumsor wahala”.
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In my dark brown boxer shorts which has been worn for like four days now and my phone in my hand, I get my chatting grove on. As usual, I was checking “DP’s” (Display or profile pictures) and saving the “Fresh” ones on my phone just for pimping my gallery because at the end of the day, after the boys have gone through them, I may win the best playboy with “fine babes” contest.
After sending a lot of messages to different ladies chatting them in the same format, there comes a message from this girl I have a crush on, Paulina.
Sometimes I just don’t get ladies, you know very well that I have feelings for you yet you come to me telling me about your relationship problems as if I’m a professional counselor.
This thing really suck, but you know? We have to play along and act all cool like we care but on a more serious note the more advise I give you to make your relationship better, the more I secretly look up to the wishing stars and pray that it ends.
I did as it was expected of me, gave her the advice she needed and as usual she went like “thank you”. That was all, she didn’t even asked how I was even faring. No comment.
It’s about 10 am now and like every other day, I didn’t get any girl to flirt back. Hunger sets in. With only 3.5GHC in my pocket, I set off to buy some “Waakye” for breakfast. That was where I mistakenly bumped into an old mate of mine Shela.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. That girl was in riding a Toyota camery. She was the girl that my mates actually teased me with back in primary school. I had to pretend like I didn’t like her but I secretly day dream of her when I go back home. There was this one time that my class teacher had to change places. That was my best moment in school that day when I was told to sit beside her.
I could hear and see the whole class cheering me up, but I had to put on that hard look like I don’t even like what the teacher was doing even though I wished I could sit with her even for the whole of the term.
As slim as she was back then, her looks have really changed now. She looked more classy and with her shape, Oh my God I just can’t put it in words. Shela was just a replica of Peace Hyde. Beauty on point, Shape on point, color on point, everything on point.
I had to hide my china IPhone when she took out her black berry passport to take my digits. Even with the way she spoke, her accent was a London accent. It was really hard for me to hear what she was saying when she asked me how I was doing. I initially thought she was asking “how I woke up”. I was like, “oh normal”. That perfectly fits right? I know yeah.
Anyway she drove off. I knew she was never going to call me anyway because I was way out of her league now. Like the saying goes, the stone the builders rejected had become the corner stone.
The queue at the Waakye vendor’s end seemed like they were rushing for an American visa. That wasn’t a problem for me at all, the waakye seller knew me and knew what I already want to buy. I just have to make her see that I’m around and that will be all, my food is well served.
I was busy trying to get the Waakye seller attention when I heard someone calling me from behind.
It was the London accent lady again, even with the way she mentioned my name, I can’t explain. I wondered the reason that had brought her back.
“What are you doing here? I asked.
“Was wondering if we could go and sit somewhere and have breakfast”
Did she just say or it was another day dreaming.
To be Continued.
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