You’re Appreciated

So I was going through the sent folder of my Yahoo e-mail account, and oooohweee! Some of my old stuff in there. I saw some stories I wrote back then, I saw the first 2 chapters of my project work, a contract a publishing firm was offering me back in 2008 (they were asking me to pay over $5,000!! Ahhhhhh!), among others. I found this to be quite a cute story to share. So, here it is. Untouched. Mi nuh do no edits! lol

Fati was feeling pretty exhausted. Another busy evening for her. Like every other day, she balanced her job as a school director with being a mother to her three year old daughter and a wife to her husband, Ben. And it was not easy.

This evening, little Sarai had been a little troublesome, and Fati didn’t take it very lightly, as her little antics gave her more work to do. Patience, though, was a virtue she possessed in abundance. Handling all that mess, plus serving her husband, had made her quite tired. Another day as a young working mother and wife.

She walked to the living room, where her book was lying on the table. As she got closer, though, she noticed an envelope beside it. With her name on it.

She looked strangely at it. “How come Ben didn’t tell me I had a letter? Who is it from?” she wondered aloud as she took a seat in the sofa and opened the envelope.

The letter had a familiar scent on it. Almost like somebody had gently sprayed it with what happened to be her favourite perfume.
She unfolded the letter.

Dear Mrs. Fatima Lawson,

You know, we go back. Way back. I look at you now, and I can’t help but remember when I first met you; as young as Sarai (ok, I think you were a lil older). We ain’t stay neighbours for long, but of course, we stayed friends. Our families stayed friends, to be specific.
I always knew there was something special about you. Even as a lil toddler, I saw something that just made you stand out from your sisters. Of course, not to say they’re bogus, you know I got love for them, but… you know what I mean, babe!😉

She smiled as she reached that point of the letter. Oh my, this man never fails to make me smile!

So as you grew up, and I grew up, I took notice of your beauty, innocence and sweetness. After going through a crazy time of rebellion against our Daddy, I was brought to my senses, became a changed guy, and saw in you a gem, a precious soul who, like every other lady out there, needs to be loved and cherished every day of her life. You really delayed your answer when I let you know how I feel, though. Ugh, you made me wait for close to 3 years!! Well, it was totally worth the wait, though.

Since the day you became my girlfriend and disciple, my life changed completely. Believe me, love, you didn’t change alone, I changed too. Our courtship was such a turning point. I’ll never forget what we went through.

As memories came to mind, tears started to form in Fati’s eyes. She wiped them away and continued to read.

It’s been three years since you went from Ms. Fatima Haruna to Mrs. Fatima Lawson. It’s been tough, but baby, it’s been worth it. I love how you alternate between being the boss at work and being a wife and mummy at home. You pull it off real good, shawty!
We’ve had our tough times together, we’ve had a couple of nasty arguments here and there, but we made a vow to stick together no matter what, and I intend to stick to it. And I trust you do too. I love you, Fati, flaws and all. I still will never understand why you hate Kojo Antwi’s music. That’s so…. ugh!

She laughed out loud at seeing that. “Oh, Benny, you silly boy!” she cooed to herself.

So, Fati, this is just to randomly let you know how much I love and treasure you. I see all you do, and believe me, it’s not in vain. Till the day I die, I’ll always treasure you as my queen and value you more than a ship full of gold. We’re in this for God’s glory, and I know He’s gonna lead us through.

I love you, baby.
P.S. Yeah, about the smell of your perfume, I used it while you bathed Sarai. I was hoping it would add a lil touch of romance to it. You know me, baby. L’homme romantique!!

Smiling as a tear of happiness rolled down her cheek, she placed the letter down. Obviously not the greatest love letter, but all he had written had touched her. And the thought of using her perfume definitely made it all the more special.

“Oh, Lord, thank you for Ben,” she said aloud. “Thank you for the best hubby in the world. I don’t know where I’d be if You hadn’t placed him in my life.”

“And thank God for the greatest wifey in the world,” a voice gently added.

Ben, who had been hanging around with his wife unaware, joined her on the sofa and gave her a big kiss. “I just wanted to do something random to make you happy.”

“And you did a great job of it, sweetheart,” she remarked, resting her head on his chest. “Thank you so much, Ben.”

“Aw, don’t thank me, you deserve it. You’re such an inspiration to ladies your age. A boss at work, but submissive at home. You support me like a real wife does. What else can I do but appreciate the most beautiful woman? I have to. And I’ll continue to till I’m gone. But seriously, you ought to sit down and listen to some smooth Kojo Antwi tunes. You’ll love it!”

Fati gave him a look.

He laughed and kissed her again. “You’re appreciated, babe. Never forget that.”


“God Said…”

Robert sat into the driver’s seat of his Hyundai Sonata and slammed the door shut.

He sat in silence.

Still trying to grasp the reality of what had just happened in the restaurant. How a beautiful part of his life had just ended with a couple of tearful words and decisions.

Abigail had called him the night before, saying they needed to meet urgently after work.

All throughout the day, he had been wondering what it was about. Was her mom sick again? Did it have something to do with the criminology course she wanted to do? It was quite a struggle keeping his thoughts under control as he went about his work.

So it was quite a relief for him when 5 o’ clock finally arrived. Now he could speed off to Wintem Pizzeria and wait for his lady. A small and quiet place where they could have their needed conversation.

It was 5:31 when he arrived at the joint. He ordered two bottles of Coca-Cola, their favourite pizza and took a seat in the corner of the restaurant as he waited for her.

It was 5:43 when she entered the pizzeria. The look on her face said it all.

Something was wrong.

She found him, walked over and took her seat. Robert looked into her eyes and asked, “What’s wrong, Abby?”

She sighed, and said softly, “Ummm… can we wait till the pizza is ready?”

He didn’t feel any comfortable, but agreed.

As they engaged in small talk, their order arrived after about ten minutes. As soon as the waiter handed the box over to Robert, Abigail sighed and shook her head.

“Robbie, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Robert put down the bottle he had been drinking from and sat up.

“Robbie, you’ll have no idea how much this hurts, but… I feel we have to end this relationship.”

Robert’s jaw dropped. The shock of her words robbed him of his voice so bad, he could only mouth the word, “WHAT??!!!” Raising up his hands, he shook his head with a bewildered expression on his face, clearly asking why without saying a word.

Abigail fiddled with her fingernails, obviously pained by this decision. “Robert, you’re a wonderful guy, and I’ve never been happier than when I met you. You’re a dream come true, believe me. But… on Monday evening, at church, one of the prophets took me aside after the service.”

The mention of the word ‘prophet’ seemingly neutralized whatever rage was building up within him, as he suddenly took on an emotionless face.

“He told me that the Lord had revealed to him that the person I’m with is not the one God intended for me, and that it’s in my best interest to end it.”

He placed a hand over his face.

“He said a whole lot, that there’s only one person in this world that I have been made to marry, and that it would be a huge mistake to go with anyone else. I’ll never be happy. He said it would be full of trouble and struggles if I choose anybody else, but if I go with what God had chosen, it’ll be smooth and peaceful and wonderful.”

At this rate, Robert didn’t have anything to say. He knew it would be a lost cause.

Abigail’s voice wobbled. “I’m sorry, Robbie. You’re amazing and all, but… if God said we shouldn’t be together… I… I’m sorry.” She wiped the forming tears, stood up and walked away from the table.


Now as he sat in the car, he didn’t know what to say, do or think. God had spoken, right? So, what was the use in getting mad? He shook his head, stared at the pizza box on the passenger seat, and briefly thought, I hope Akosua will allow her kids to have this…


Two days later, Mr. Addison’s phone rang. He picked it up, smirking as he saw the caller ID. He pressed the green button. “I know the job has been done. I’ve already transferred the money into your account.”

“Thank you, sir. It was just too easy. She fell for it, hook line and sinker!”

“HAHAHA! Of course, I knew they’d fall for that ‘prophecy’ thing. Worked like a charm! Good job.”

The line went dead.

Books Read

So, for a while now, I’ve had my love for reading rekindled. And I’m going back to the good ol physical books. It gets kinda dredgy using a tablet and ’em. There’s always been something sweet about getting lost in the lil universe of a book…

Anyways, my little library grows by the day. Obviously, I can’t spend all my time reading those books, what with my law studies and all, but I still manage to fit in some time for doing that. Here’s my recap of what I’ve read so far this year… ok, not really a January-September thing. Lemme recap the ones I remember. lol


A really insightful book about the history of my beloved country. Of course, the book is wholly centered on Jerry John Rawlings, but there were still a lot of references to the things that went on before he officially took over. From the overthrowing of Nkrumah’s government to the infamous June 4th uprising to the murder of those 3 High Court judges and the retired army officer, there was quite a lot to be reminded of. I ended with slightly mixed feelings about our former Prez.


This I consider my birthday gift for the year. Definitely one of those books that are tough to put down! I spent about 2 days to finish it. His story is a captivating one, where he lays bare his fatherless start in life, the influences, the major mistakes he made – even after coming to hear the Gospel and repent – among others. God really does change the worst of sinners and use them for His glory. Absolutely inspiring on all fronts.


My dad has loved John Grisham novels for ages, and I’ve inherited it! Surprisingly, though, this book wasn’t a law-based one. More of baseball. So quite a lot of the content was pretty foreign to me. But the off-pitch story really got me hooked! At a point, I really disliked the main character’s father. Arrogant, unpleasant, unfaithful, abusive… yeah, I’m sure you probably dislike him as well. He ruined a young budding star’s career as well! That’s like a guy breaking a 21 year old Messi’s leg. Evil! But the ending had a beautiful display of forgiveness. Lovely read. 1 down, 7 more Grisham novels to go…


My mom had this book for a while, and I’m taking it to see what it contains. So far, it contains a lot. Mr. Stott basically looks at Jesus from different perspectives: how the New Testament talks of Him, what the church has conveyed about Him, how much of an influence He’s had on people, among others. I’ve learned so much already, with a bit of church history in there, and getting to know of others who have given of themselves to make Him known.

Maybe by the end of this month or next month, God willing, I’ll put up the ones I would’ve read by then.

Word to all o’ y’all in the meantime: Be a reader!! Not everyday watch series & films. Sometimes, take up a book and read! It’ll help you a lot. I guarantee you that.

P.S: If there are any good books you can suggest to me, I’ll be absolutely happy with that…

Don’t Go To Work!

So I’ve had a break from storytelling since I ended Start Over. I’m pretty busy with so much law stuff among others. But chale, when some small inspiration comes, I should take advantage, right? So I got a little inspiration from an old tweet I saw. Here’s a short story…

James sat on the floor, even more upset than he had earlier that morning. As his wife sobbed uncontrollably on his lap, only one thing reverberated through his mind.

Things have got to change.

That previous night had been a pretty terrible one for them.

After a long day’s work, he had returned home rather late, ready to have one of those all-night fun chats with Anita. But after knocking on the door, all the jokes, interesting occurrences of the day and the silly quips he had gathered up in his mind suddenly vanished when she opened the door, tear-streaked and stricken-looking.

“Baby! What’s wrong?”

She pointed at the television without saying a word.

As he entered and walked toward the plasma screen, the CNN news anchor announced the piece of information that was the reason for Anita’s current state.

Another young black man had been shot dead. By police officers.

James’ heart sank as he heard the details. Shaking his head as he took it all in, he said to himself, “Why, God, why?”

But that was only the tip of the iceberg. As was now the case these days, there was video evidence. Knots in his stomach twisted with sorrow and anger as he watched the short video of the young man in the driver’s seat, indicating that he was taking something out of his pocket to the policeman, only to receive 3 straight bullets to the chest 3 seconds later.

Within a matter of minutes, the plan of a jovial night of laughter and fun was crushed. Now the young couple sat on the couch, messed up.

Police brutality on blacks was nothing new. But that didn’t make it any less traumatizing. Especially considering how often the two had been racially profiled by officers. Only a month ago, James had been roughed up by a couple of them when they were searching for a suspect that they claimed ‘resembled’ him. Anita had also had a few unpleasant run-ins with the police, with one or two racial slurs thrown her way. So every time they heard of a black person losing his/her life when encountering cops, a new wave of fear and anger crashed upon them.

The worst part of it all was the injustice of the perpetrators always getting off the hook. With each acquittal over the years, it became difficult to imagine that any of these crooked cops would actually go on to kill a black person and be brought to book for it.

Anita muttered intelligible words to herself, still trying to comprehend what was going on. James got close to her and wrapped her in his arms, doing his best to comfort her. Eventually, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

James stirred at 5:45 am the next morning. Seeing the time, he carried his still-sleeping wife to the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. She was on leave, so she didn’t need to worry about work. He silently went to have his bath and get ready for work.

As he put on his clothes, he woke his wife up. “Honey, I’m about to leave for work,” he said as he tucked his singlet into his trousers, getting ready to put his shirt on.

After what seemed like a minute, he heard a calm but firm “No.”

He turned, surprised. “What??”

“You’re not going to work today, James,” Anita repeated firmly. “I don’t know what’s going to happen out there today. What if some cop shoots you dead? No, James, you’re staying home.”

James shook his head. “Annie. Baby, I know what’s been happening is really distressing. I feel it as much as you do. But I can’t be using that as an excuse to be absent. I have to.”

Anita jumped out of the bed and held on to him. “No, James!! I won’t let you go! I can’t lose you. Don’t go! Don’t go to work!”

James struggled to get her off. “Anita, please! Don’t do this! I have to go!”

For half a minute, the couple briefly wrestled as she tried to prevent him from leaving. Finally getting her off him, James pleaded in a rather agitated voice, “Please, Anita! Stop this! I have to go!”

She clung back to him. “James, I’m scared,” she whimpered. “Look at what is happening to us. They’re killing our folks and getting away with it.” She buried her face in his chest. “Baby, I’m terrified. What if one of them meets you? What will I do if I lose you? I can’t, baby, I can’t. I can’t stand the thought of losing you, James. I love you. I can’t continue this way…”

Words failed her as she began to cry loudly.

Any seedling of annoyance that had started budding in his heart was quickly nipped as he heard her wails. He knew the fear that had gripped her heart. He knew the pain of seeing that young man shot with no good reason had hit hard. He knew that the number of such cases which had seen the guilty parties go without so much as a slap on the wrist was leaving her worn out.

And quite possibly, he was more terrified than she was. Terrified of the blue and red lights. Terrified of the prospect of being stopped by a cop. Terrified by the million and one scenes that would flash through his mind once it happened. Terrified at the prospect of never seeing his beautiful wife again, or getting to see their child that was now a few weeks old in her womb.

As they both sank to the floor, Anita still whimpering, he looked up to the ceiling and shook his head. He knew that all across the country, many others were having the same issue. Gripped by a paralyzing trepidation.

He stroked Anita’s hair and said gently, “We’ll get through this, baby girl. I know we will. I don’t know how, but we will. Things must change.”

Letter To The 26 Year Old

Dear 26 year old Qwamenah,

Wow. A crazy end it’s been, hasn’t it? We were this close to starting the next one in a pretty awful manner. But thank God He made a way.

So, He’s done it again! Been faithful as always, keeping you throughout the past year. We owe it all to Him, don’t we?

Last year, you got the chance to meet up with your church peeps coz of that play. Not gonna happen this time round, though. And dude, this season has been so flippin’ dry!!! Remember to save up for next year. Since it’s gonna be on a Saturday, we finna have a partayyyyyyy!! Whoooo!!!

Lol, okay, on a serious note, you’ve learnt a lot throughout the past year. Met new peeps, particularly at the law firm. Done a couple of stuff. Succeeded. Failed. In all things, glory to God.

About your spoken word skills, definitely a major improvement. Most definitely! Vast difference between the one who started and the one who last stood and did ‘Lemme Be A Lil Creative’ at the Casual Sunday service. And of course, the change in direction. Don’t be perturbed by what others say. Just keep that creativity flowing.

Be more vigilant and consistent in your duties, brah!! Especially at home. I know you do stuff, but not always on a regular basis. Be more consistent about it. And use the punching bag more often! You oughta be keeping fit. You’re a candidate for #BlackDontCrack, man! You’re next in line to look like a 22 year old at the age of 40!

So, our major eyi: the relationship distin. Oh well… a good lesson learnt during this year was how much of an element of death is included in true love. Sacrifice. Dying to self. Major lesson for the future. I don’t know what it holds. It’s possible it’s gonna be the same ol same ol, I dunno. Just keep trusting. Keep trusting. Keep trusting…

There’s another thing I wanna add: that temper… yeah, it’s blown up only twice this year (as far as I can remember), but keep it in tighter check. What happened last night should never, EVER happen again. The guilt that gnaws at the conscience is enough of a deterrent.

And most of all, never forget the gospel! Remember that John Piper sermon you listened to recently? All about seeing Christ as the real treasure we’d gladly give up everything for. Pray this not only over yourself, but your family and church family and friends as well. We can’t afford to not see Him as the Treasure Chest of Holy Joy He is. May your heart be enlarged to treasure Him more and more on this earthly sojourn.

Welcome to level 27.


Oh, and PS: Take more pictures, man!! The collage for this year ain’t too trendy. Gotta get some more dapper photos taken!!

Start Over? Epilogue

So now we know what’s happened. At the end of it all, Marcus stuck to the Zambian. I don’t wanna leave it hanging at just that, though. Something a lil more finna be added (why am I even using that word ‘finna’? Smh at myself. lol). So, this episode draws the curtain on what has been two months of following the story of this little group of peeps..

It had been a long and pretty tough eighteen months.

Within this time, there had been many temptations to call it quits, to find pleasure in someone else, and to even call up Allison and start over. But he had now learned to master his feelings, so he kept them in check.

Now, at the airport, Marcus waited for his sweet girlfriend Temwani to arrive.

Standing at the arrival space, he remembered it all. How her father had informed him of the short stay and his approval of their relationship, the bitter feedback from Allison over his choice, the disapproval of it from quite a number of friends, especially Jerry… it hadn’t been easy at all. With the help of his parents and friends who approved of the union, though, as well as his own willpower, keeping the fire with Temwani stoked through Skype chats and long-distance calls was enough. After the hassle of the past few months, he had been fully persuaded that this was the right route.

Patiently waiting for the moment she would come out, he stood behind the few family members who were awaiting her as well, chatting with the latest married couple in town.

Basit and Sefakor.

Their engagement – which had been done just as they had planned that day in Basit’s living room – right up to their pretty lavish wedding, had been one of the highlights of this waiting season. Having known Basit since their days back at St. Augustine’s, it was more than a pleasure to help out the many ways he could. Sefakor would have loved to have Temwani’s input in the preparations, but the Zambian was more than enough help in her own way, especially on the night before the wedding, where she stayed up late enough to have a pretty long Skype chat with the bride-to-be to quell her pre-wedding jitters. Now, as Marcus spoke and laughed with them, they had had one of the most exciting weddings held that year. They had just completed the second half of their honeymoon in the United States. The first half was enjoyed at Akosombo.

Listening to Sefakor narrate one of their experiences, he shook his head and grinned, because Sefakor was being… Sefakor. The spontaneous, hilarious lady they all knew her to be.

In the middle of her speech, she stopped, her eyes fixed on the door through which the people arrived. She pointed. “Look, she’s in.”

The two guys turned to look.

There she was, walking out of the exit, wearing a black blouse and black leggings. Marcus was spellbound as he watched her walk in their direction. Oh, Lord, look at her! I’ve missed her so much…

“Herh, look at Temwani’s hips!” Sefakor said in a slow, childlike tone of voice. Nudging Marcus with a mischievous grin on her face, she continued, “Now Marcus is going to handle some serious things!”

Snapping out of his trance, Marcus gave her that mocking harsh look, making zipping motions with his right hand. Then he faced Basit and said, “Massa, I no dey like what you dey do ooo.”

“AH??!! Na me, what I do?” Basit responded, looking confused.

“The two shall become one. Therefore if your missus dey fool about, then automatically, you too dey fool some,” Marcus quipped, laughing as his friend dismissed his statement.

Meeting her relatives who were in front of them, Temwani did a lot of hugging and pecking as she greeted them. After hugging Joy, she looked ahead and saw the three. She looked stunned for a moment.

Then, leaving her trolley with her beloved younger cousin, she walked quickly towards them, loudly whimpering, “Marcus! Oh my goodness, Marcus!”

Stepping forward, he opened wide his arms. She flew straight into them. Sobbing, she said, “Oh, Lord, Marcus, I’ve missed you so much!! I can’t believe I nearly let this go! I’m so sorry…”

“Sssshhh, it’s alright, baby girl,” Marcus gently said. “Look at me.”

She tilted her head back from his shoulder to look at him. Their foreheads touched as they stared into each other’s eyes.


“Temmy, no need to apologize. It was my fault, remember? And in any case, it’s over now, okay? That chapter is over. If there’s anything I’ve learnt, it’s how mastering your emotions is so important. I’ve learnt it’s so important for life in general. I can’t afford to be tossed to and fro by what I feel.  I won’t be telling you the truth if I said I’ve not had thoughts of ending this relationship. That I didn’t consider an Allison comeback, or no other girl appealed to me throughout this time. I didn’t let those fleeting feelings take control. Because I’m thoroughly persuaded and steadfast in the fact that, it’s you I want.”

She smiled, a tear running down her cheek.

“You’re the one I wanna continue to go on Pinocchio dates with. You’re the one I want to introduce to the world as the wonderful, intelligent creative that I’m ready to support no matter what. You’re the one I wanna see being walked down the aisle to join me at the altar. You’re the one I wanna go world-tripping with, discovering the beauty of this world. You’re the one I wanna have squabbles with and make sweet love to afterwards. I wanna kiss your belly when it protrudes with the arrival of our beautiful babies, and feed you all the ice cream cakes and kelewele your heart desires. You’re the one I want to spend my life with. I mean every word of this, Temwani. Even if my mind lingers a little bit, even if we experience a little friction here and there, I know this is what I want. I wanna be with you, through sweet and sour moments. God is my witness. I love you, girl.”

Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath. “Oh, Marcus. That’s so wonderful. I love you too, and I want it all. I want it all. It’s you and you alone I wanna be with.” She wrapped her arms around his neck again, burying her face in his shoulder.

It was a truly magical feeling for them. All those months of having to wait and remain satisfied with Skype sessions suddenly felt like the 1800s as they remained in that embrace. This must be how Jacob felt when he finally got married to Rachel, Marcus thought in amusement.

The newly married couple just stood by, overjoyed to witness the fruit of Marcus’ painful but clearly worthwhile wait: a beautiful reunion with the lady of his life.

“Mmmm. By the way, Temmy, good Lord, you’re looking stunning! Papa Joe and Mama Stella have really been doing you good,” he murmured flirtatiously in her ear.

That giggle he had only been hearing over the phone and laptop resonated in his ears. “Hush, baby boy, hush,” she scolded teasingly as she let go of him to embrace the new couple and congratulate them. Of course, the missus wouldn’t let her off without a tease.

“Eiiiiiiii, Temwani, look at how big your hips have become. Please, I am in love with you and want to snatch you from Marcus. What do you say?”

The three of them looked to the sky in mock frustration as she laughed at her own madness. “I say you’re a crazy little girl,” Temwani laughed, giving her a playful slap on the head.

“Woah, girl! Put some respeck on the ring, girl!” Sefakor shot back in a sassy, Americanized accent, showing off her wedding band.

Temwani laughed and saluted. “Yes, Mrs. Alhassan! Still feeling happy?”

“Oh yeah, shawty! I’m still happeeeeeeeee!” Sefakor responded, snapping her fingers and swaying from side to side. She and Basit had almost perfectly executed their own choreography of the popular song at their wedding, and the video was going quite viral.

“Listen, chale,” Basit said, “we need to get back to Sefa’s house and get the last of her stuff.”

“No problem. Excuse me for a minute, though. Let me just get my stuff from my folks. I have to talk to you guys later about the ideas I showed you for your living room. My wedding gift to you,” Temwani replied before walking towards her cousin.

As Marcus watched her go, he felt the couple move to stand beside him, Sefakor on the right and Basit on the left. Sefakor patted him on the shoulder and said gently, “All those things you told her, Marc, that was so beautiful. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, Sefa,” he said, putting his arm around her. Putting his other arm around Basit, he continued, “I owe you guys a whole lot. You’re a major reason I got through this season. You’re Godsent friends for real, no jokes.”

Basit patted him at the back. “It’s for moments like these, chale. I no get much talk, but… the future is now.”

Marcus nodded. “Yes indeed. Time to get serious. I’m going to help her establish the business and get grounded, then I can start plans of making her mine. God, I’m so thankful I have her.”

Another pat from his friend. “Everything cool now?”

He nodded and smiled. “Everything cool now.”

“Wait!” Sefakor said, hands up, as if she was stopping a car from moving. She had a serious look on her face, as if she had just discovered something groundbreaking. “Pidgin is a spectacular language. The question and the answer can be the same thing. ‘Everything cool now?’ ‘Everything cool now.’ Amazing!”

“Herh, see, Basit, get this your crazy wife out of here!”

They all laughed as Basit dragged her away, calling out to Temwani and waving at her. Taking her handbag from the trolley, she walked up to him, that evergreen sweet smile on her face. Marcus said, “Hey ma, what’s up?”

She let out that equally evergreen giggle. “I was thinking, I’ll leave my stuff with Joy and the others. They’ll take it to their place later. I wanna go see your parents. I’ve missed them, and I want them to know I’m back now. What do you say?”

Marcus shrugged. “Not a problem, Temmy. As long as I can be with you, I’m good. Shall we move, my Zambian empress?”

She smiled and curtsied. “Yes, my GH king.”

As he took her hand, she seemed to remember something. “Oh, lest I forget.” She brushed his cheeks with her fingernails. “Territory duly marked.”

Marcus grinned and kissed her on the forehead. “Ditto, love. Ditto.”

Squeezing each other’s hands affectionately, they walked out onto the car park and headed towards Marcus’ car.

THE END (for real! lol)

Special thanks to my sister Efyah. She assisted me in her own ways in doing this series. Sharing in my sovereignty. hehehe. I definitely wouldn’t be a good person if I didn’t acknowledge her help.

Appreciation to all of y’all who followed the story with eagerness. The regular commenters: Stacy, Baddy (winner of the Best Comment Award. That ‘Choices’ comment, eh!) and Reuben, y’all are appreciated!

Thanks for reading!!!

Start Over? 9

New week, and the journey is pretty much over *sigh*. So, after last week, this is pretty much how the reaction of y’all was like…

And just like Mario, I had a smug smirk on my face. I was loving every moment of it. 😆😆😆 I told y’all a twist was coming. Well, this situation finna be resolved swiftly, so, without much ado (I hate it when MCs make it sound like ‘I do’), let’s get into it…

Marcus rose from his bed. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, but the brightness was nowhere near a reflection of what was going on within his heart. The past month had been an awful one.

Ever since Temwani had decided she was going to pursue her career back in Zambia, their relationship had grown quite sour. Her cute little giggle was something he hadn’t seen in ages, their outings decreased totally, and their conversations were filled more with vitriol than sweetness.

She had left on Wednesday, and even on the way to the airport, a nasty argument arose between the two of them. As she walked into the terminal with her belongings, he drove away, his heart filled with anger and bitterness, and mind focused on all the annoyances and fights they had had.

When he got home, though, as he lay on his bed, he went through pictures on his phone. As he saw the pictures he had taken with her, from their last ‘civil’ date to the early days of their relationship, he started to ponder over what had happened. Memories came flooding in. Reminiscing on their relationship, he realized how messed up the last few weeks had been. The pang of regret struck him hard, and he rolled over and started to weep.

What a fool I’ve been! How could I have ended this beautiful thing on such a bad note? Temwani was one of the most beautiful gifts God has ever given me! How could I have messed this up?

Spending at least fifteen minutes in tears, he was soaked in remorse. His indecisiveness and double-mindedness had played a huge part in this. Despite still harbouring feelings for Allison, the reality of losing Temwani had sent his panic hormones into overdrive, thus the reason for his sour and irrational attitude that had been the source of many fights. In all of this, the truth about his resurging feelings for Allison was revealed, which only served as fuel to the fire. At a point, he had sarcastically suggested that he’d go back to her straight after she left. Even as he had lain there sobbing, he knew it was the love Temwani had for him that made her slap him when he said that, instead of dealing with him the way she did that lawyer.

Wiping his tears, he had decided that it was no longer wise to keep mute about the confusion within, so he called his father and poured out his heart to him. His father had not been amused at all.

“Marcus, you haven’t dealt with this issue well at all. You’ve messed with these girls’ emotions with this indecisive behavior. Now look at how you’ve ended this. You should have made a firm decision and stuck by it. You can’t live your life constantly swayed by emotions and feelings, else you’re heading for disaster. I don’t know what you’re going to do, now that she’s gone, but I think you owe her an apology. And Allison too. At this rate, I’m sure you may have to go with Allison. It’s not like you have a choice, anyway…”


“…and so I’ve realized how foolish and immature my attitude was. I shouldn’t have kept a double mind. I should have been firm in my resolutions. I’m sorry,” Marcus said to the laptop in front of him, finally getting to talk to Temwani via Skype.

On the screen, she sighed, arms folded. “Okay, Marcus. I’ve heard you.” The tone of her voice and the look on her face made it quite obvious she still wasn’t happy with him. The ugliness of the past month had taken quite a toll on her.

“Temwani, please. I know you’re angry with me. I accept that I’ve made a mess of things. My attitude was crap. Absolute crap. And a queen like you didn’t deserve that. Not one bit. I’m sorry, babe. Ever since you left, especially with the way we parted, my mind won’t rest. I can’t believe I was such an ass to you. I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful it used to be. I remember the way you giggled when I asked you to be my girlfriend. I remember the first time I held you close to me, the chills I felt that night were so awesome. Our dates at Pinocchio. The first time you came to meet my parents. Those silly wrestling matches. Our talks about African history. I miss it all. I miss you. I love you, Temwani. I love you so much. Believe me when I say this. I always have and I always will. I’m sorry it had to end this way, but I can’t live with myself knowing you’re still hurt and mad at me. Please, forgive me.”

Tears formed in his eyes as he said all this. By the time he was done, Temwani’s stiff defenses were broken down. The way tears streamed down her face relayed the obvious message: in spite of the anger, the love was not gone.

Between sniffs and wiping her eyes, she mumbled, “Marcus… baby, listen…”

An elderly man appeared on the screen next to her chair. Marcus was startled.

“Hello, Marcus. I am Joseph Mutale. I’m Temwani’s father.”


Allison hung up, feeling excited. Marcus had called, and said he wanted to meet her that evening in the church.

Ever since that scary encounter with Temwani, she had decided to withdraw and resort to praying that somehow, a way would be made. The Zambian was a lot daunting and intimidating than she had expected, and the sweetness that covered it up made it all the more terrifying. So when the news of her rival having to go back to her homeland reached her ears, the first reaction was to go on her knees and raise her fingers to the sky in gratitude. Now hopefully, something good would come out of this. She got up and opened her wardrobe.

“Gotta find something good to wear.”


Marcus walked by the closed restaurant on the church premises, looking at his reflection in the window. The restaurant ended operations at three o’ clock on Saturdays, so he could admire himself without worry of having people staring at him. He looked at the time on his phone. 5:43 pm. He told Allison to be in thirteen minutes earlier. Oh, well, he’d continue to wait…

“Marcus!” a familiar voice called out to him.

He turned. It was Sefakor.

The look on her face made it obvious she was not in comedian mode. She approached him and upon getting close to him, softly commented, “You miss her, don’t you?”

He nodded.

She rubbed his arm. “Coming to unwind around here for a while? Just to get your mind off things?”

He shook his head. “Um, no. I’m here to see somebody.”


With a sigh, he answered, “Allison.”

He looked just in time to see the petite lady’s eyes grow wide with shock. “You mean you’re going to…”

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he signaled for her to be calm. “Sefa, easy. Please, I know what I’m doing. I’ve prayed about this, sought counsel about this, and I’ve made my decision. It’s for the best.”

Sefakor looked up at him, her eyes conveying unhappiness. He put an arm around her and hugged her tight. “I know you miss her, Sefa. I know. I miss her more than you can imagine. But I have to do what needs be done.”

His phone vibrated. He took it out, and nodded.


He came to find her leaning next to his car. In a simple yellow blouse and jeans, she was somehow looking cuter than usual. That sharp burn emerged in his tummy.

Wow! She looks stunning!

“Hi, Allison. Thanks for coming.”

“No problem, Marcus,” she responded, doing her best to keep her excitement under control. If she could do a better job at hiding it than she did her dislike for Temwani, that would be good.

“Listen, this is something I have to release, and I won’t waste too much time. I’ve been playing around too much, time to be a man about this. Ally, before we hooked up at the housewarming party, I was convinced I was totally over you, but I was wrong. The feelings never truly went away. Unfortunately, I kept letting my confusion bounce me around; I neglected to take control of my feelings and rule over my thoughts. So I caused a lot of confusion for you girls, and that was so wrong of me.”

“I’ve spoken to Temwani, and she’s forgiven me now. I kinda owed her a bigger apology, because I really hurt her. So I ask that you forgive me for the confusion and insecurity I put you through. I know what I want now.”

That last statement got her excited. She nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t worry, Marcus. You were forgiven a long time.”

“Thank you so much.” He rubbed his hands together and sighed. “So, after much prayer and contemplation, I’ve made my decision.”

This is it! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

She leaned over, eagerly awaiting the good news.

“I have decided…”

Yes? Yes?? Yes???

“… that I am staying with Temwani.”

Huh? What did he just say?

Allison looked so confused. She stuttered, “Wh-wh-wh-wh-whuh? What did you say?”

“I’m gonna keep on with Temwani.”

At a loss for words, Allison looked to and fro, looking helpless for a moment. Fixing her eyes back on Marcus, she blurted out, almost wrathfully, “But she’s gone! She’s no longer here! She’s not coming back!”

“Yeah, that’s what we all thought, herself included. See, I spoke to her father, and he said she’s gonna be working at her place for about a year and a half before coming back to establish a branch here in GH. He was made aware of our relationship when she got there, and they’re looking to go continental, so it gelled perfectly. It was the answer to my prayers, to be honest.”

Allison couldn’t believe this. She looked dazed and confused, her head full of swear words that couldn’t be released right then.

“I’m sorry, Allison. I never should have led you on the way I did. I’ve been a fool about it, and I know you’re hurt. I don’t take any pleasure in it, I assure you of that. But… I’m convinced beyond all reasonable doubt that it’s Temwani I see myself truly being happy with. If I have to wait another year and a half before I’m with her again, I’m ready for it. I’m really sorry, Allison. But there’s just no you and me.”


Mensima sighed as she endured the vocal tsunami of anger and disappointment rushing through her phone. She remained silent, then when there was silence, she gently spoke.

“Well, Allison, I knew there was some indecisiveness in him. I told you from the onset not to get your hopes too high, though. Looks like you didn’t listen to me. I understand your disappointment, but if he’s really made up his mind this time… there’s nothing you can do about it, really. He says he’ll wait for the Zambia girl to come back. Personally, I wouldn’t be able to, but some people handle the long-distance thing well. Honestly, sister, let it go. Let it go.”

“But I don’t –”

“Azayy, sister geh, listen to me! Stop! If the girl has gone back to Zambia and he’s decided to wait for her, then it’s obvious he’s dead serious. You’ll only make yourself an enemy at this rate. Just stop. Let it go.”

Silence on the other end.

“I’m sorry, Allison. You’re not winning this fight. It’s not gonna happen. Put up the white flag. There’s no start-over here. It’s over…”


Or is it? …… not exactly! Hehehe…

Quite a few questions in your mind, I’m sure. So, I’ll tell you what. Epilogue of this whole story comes your way this Friday. So you had better stay tuned!!! 

Start Over? 8

Sooooo… it was pretty fiery last week. The warning and all. Well, we’re pretty much coming to the end of this captivating story. A twist or two just may be awaiting us as we approach a pretty interesting conclusion. Well, lemme stop the talking and let’s just right into the action!

Entry in Allison’s Notepad app on her phone

So, after tonight, I think I’m just going to seek divine intervention on this thing… no, of course not juju. No way. I’ll just hope something supernatural happens. Honestly, that Temwani girl scares me. The way she threatened me was terrifying. Not the type where she’s all screaming and waving broken bottles. Those type of peeps who give warnings in gentle, calm manners are usually more dangerous. I’ll just hope for the best. By the way, the way Mensima is boring me eh! Mtcheeewwwww….


The quartet sat there, taken in by the peaceful and lulling sounds of Bach. The atmosphere for the next two minutes and fifty-eight seconds was a totally serene and beautiful one, the four guys held spellbound by the enchanting music.

When it was over, they all opened their eyes.

“Chale, the time I be kiddie, na this music dey bore me. I see sey I for repent for my youthful ignorance. What!!!” Marcus exclaimed.

“I was enthralled. Enchanted. En-somtin-somtin. That was beautiful!” Jerry agreed.

Basit let out a big sigh and leaned back in his seat. “Any of you could use that to propose to me and I’d accept.”

The three gave him a hard look. Then the other guy, Gameli, shook his head. “If I start dey talk your matter now, we no go finish this plan. So never mind.”

“Okay, so as the music dey play, then you go hold up those cards with the inscriptions, right?”


“Very good. Timing is essential. Make sure you hold up just about enough before popping the big question. All the sweet things that you can say, put them on the cards.”

“Got it!”

“Chale, this proposal idea diԑԑ, interesting choice. Not too extravagant, but with a touch of priceless romance. And well strategically placed – on her birthday!”

“Indeed! A beautiful surprise awaits. Chale, I dey go washroom come,” Marcus excused himself as he walked to the bathroom.

As he gave his bladder that glorious feeling of relief, he reflected on the past week. Allison had not been keeping in touch as much. She had given some unintelligible excuse the last time he asked her, and in a way, he kind of missed her. On the other hand, until the past three days, Temwani had been her normal self: increasing her ‘pregnancy period diet’, bonding with Sefakor, doing double dates with the crazy double and just being the high-spirited darling that gave him chills and made him desperate to keep her. However, she had been rather occupied with some family issues, and she seemed worried. He sighed. I need to deal with this sooner rather than later.

He returned to the living room, where Basit was looking at him with his mouth wide open, holding up Marcus’ phone. “Herh, massa, why you gbele your mof like that? I steal your Doritos?” he asked mockingly.

“My guy, the way you dey change your custom ringtone for Temwani be very suspect,” Basit charged. “The first time we hear of am, Lionel Richie’s ‘Hello’. The time we dey go pick am for the double date, Stevie Wonder’s ‘I Just Called To Say I Love You’. Now, ibi Bryan Adams’ ‘Heaven’. Brother, why? Be faithful to one eh! Stick with ‘Hello’!”

“Oh nah,” Gameli interjected. “You can never go wrong with some Stevie, chale.”

“Abi you diԑԑ, long-time Stevie fan.”

“Ah, but inobi true?”

“Whatever! Just tell me sey I miss call make I call am back!” Marcus said, catching the phone perfectly when Basit tossed it at him. “Kwԑԑ!! See the way I catch the phone! De Gea skills, wati!”

African man dialing cell phone

Laughing as his friends dismissed his claims, he excused himself and called.

Temwani answered on the second beep. “Marcus, I need you to come over. Now. It’s urgent.”


He sat in her living room, the news giving him a sudden does of dizziness. There had always been the slight possibility that it might happen, but given how comfy she was, it wasn’t even considered. Now here it was, slapping him in the face.

He shook his head, rising to his feet and grabbing her. “Temwani, you can’t leave me! You just can’t!”

She sighed, shaking his grip off. “Marc… this is hard for me. I love you. I want to be with you for real. But… this is big for me, boy. My parents built this company. I grew up always wanting to be a part of it. This is a big deal for me. Interior design and decoration have been a part of me, and now they want me to come and take the reins, so to speak. I should be jumping up and down by now, this is a dream come true! But…” she drifted off.

The knot in Marcus’ chest was growing tighter by the minute. The thought of Temwani leaving was more than enough to suffocate him. How could she be leaving?

She dropped into the sofa. “Since my dad told me, I’ve been a mess. I’m not in this for fun, Marcus. I see my future with you, I really do. But at this point, I have to make a choice. And it’s not going to be an easy one for me.”

Still panicking, Marcus let out the first thing that popped up in his mind. “Let’s have a baby!”

Temwani looked incredulously at him. “WHAT??!!!”

“Let’s have a baby so you have to stay here and not have to go…” he cut himself short as he noticed two things: the sheer foolishness of that idea, and the evil stare his Zambian beauty was giving him. Temwani may have been the touchy PDA lover, cherishing every hug of theirs and adoring every time he put his arms around her, but pre-marital sex was nowhere near an option for her. Getting pregnant for any man meant she had his ring on her finger. Marcus knew this too well, having been told by her that she wouldn’t be allowing him to canoodle with her anytime soon. In her own words, she was way too irresistible for any guy to ‘want to stay outside the 18-yard area’. In any case, that was a pretty selfish idea too, clearly showing a lack of respect for her passion. He muttered, “Sorry, baby, I just blurted that out carelessly.”

Temwani sighed. “Marcus, I know this is tough. My heart is in tatters right now. I wish I wouldn’t have to choose between Mutale Interiors and you. It hurts…” she said, words failing her at that point.

The look on her face prompted Marcus to get closer and wrap her in his arms as she continued to let out her frustration and unhappiness. As he attempted to comfort her, the questions were a rising flood in his mind. Why now? Why does she have to go? Why can’t she be with me? Why? Why? Why?


It had been about a week since the bombshell had been dropped, and Temwani was yet to make a choice. As he sat in the boardroom, barely paying attention to all his manager was saying in the end-of-week meeting he and his colleagues hated, his mind was more focused on the probabilities and possibilities. I don’t want her to leave. I can’t stand the thought of losing her. Yet if she goes, then there’s Allison…. Ugh, no, I don’t wanna be without Temwani… but Allison?… what do I do?

It took a sharp rebuke from his manager to jolt him out of his inattentive state. He mumbled a quick apology and sat up.

The meeting ended at 6:00 pm. One of the major reasons why it was so hated.

As Marcus walked to the car, waving to the secretary as she drove off, he took out his phone. There was a missed call from Temwani.

His heart started to beat furiously. He had a serious feeling there was something very important coming up.

He sat in the car, and as he pressed the dial button, his hands were shaking. His heart was still treating his chest like a punching bag. His mouth turned dry.

On the second dial, 0:00 appeared on the screen.

He held the phone to his ear. “Temwani?”

“Hey, Marcus… ummm, so, I’ve finally made my decision…”

You do not want to miss the thrilling conclusion(?) next week. This is gonna be crazy!!!

Start Over 7

Another episode arrives!! So I’ve been getting feedback from y’all concerning our dear Zambian girl. I can see most of you see her as a sweet, innocent girl. Some agree with Sefa that she’s a trimudԑ girl. Some too have seen she’s not just all sugar, spice and everything nice. Some Chemical X too dey (yep, those times when we watched Powerpuff Girls! lol). I’m sure you know what to expect, so… let’s keep it moving!

“AH! You did what? Awuraba, what is wrong with you!” Mensima snapped over the phone.

“Mensima, I couldn’t help it. Ever since the party, there’s this deep-seated dislike I have for her. I tried to be nice, but I just couldn’t keep it in…”

A sigh over the phone. “S-M-H, Allison. S-M-H. You should have tried harder. It’s not by force to like her, but letting your emotions take charge like that? Aaba! Do you know how immature and silly you’ve made yourself look?”

“Immature?? What do you mean?” Allison shot back, feeling quite offended by her sister’s use of that adjective.

“Listen to me, young lady. Don’t get all heated up on me,” her sister sternly warned her before continuing. “It is likely this girl knows about your history with Marcus, and was just being nice. The fact that she approached you and tried to make conversation speaks volumes to me. Now that you brushed her off, do you think you’ve painted a good picture of yourself? Don’t you think Marcus is going to find out? Do you think he’ll be happy? Do you think it’s going to be easy getting closer to him if he sees your actions as disrespect to his lady?”

Allison was silent.

“I know what it’s like. Roger’s last ex was trying some funny stuff a few weeks before he proposed. Trying to serve him his food at a party whilst I was around, giving me those unfriendly looks and all. I didn’t tolerate it one bit. Afterwards, I told him plainly that I didn’t want that woman around us ever again. Turns out he himself was pissed by her actions. To this day, I have not seen her again. Listen, sister, you’ve made a mistake. A very silly one, I might add. If you really want to make this work, the cold shoulder treatment is unnecessary!”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she responded flatly.

“Sorry to who? What jon apology is that? I’m not the girl’s mother oo. And sorry won’t cut it. Assuming she knows the history with Marcus and tells him what you did, the damage is already done. The only thing you can do right now is hope against hope that the scenario won’t come to pass.”


Marcus stood outside the front door of Joy’s house, arms folded, deep in thought.

He and Temwani had come, as planned, to properly engage Joy about her illegitimate little escapades. She revealed that he was the one to make moves on her, calling her ‘sexy’ almost all the time she passed by the office. She confessed to being enticed by his allure and his rather suggestive comments whenever she came around. The charming man he was, she found it difficult to shove off his advances when his words turned into actions, starting from hugging to slight caressing. The initial resistance was eroded by a serious sensual attraction to him, so by the time he was hungrily taking off her clothes in his office way after working hours, she was too deep in to resist. Not even the knowledge of him having a wife and a child was enough to make her reconsider. Since then, she had taken the carefree route, meeting up with him as often as possible to have some minutes of pleasure. She admitted that these stolen waters had been too sweet to stop sipping.

Gently but firmly, the couple reminded her how sacred marriage was, and that despite her carelessness, it was not too late for a fresh start. As Joy broke down again, openly realizing how she had been this man’s object of gratification, her older cousin held her tightly, affirming her undying love and support for her as she got over this. Her parents had been made aware of the situation and would be dealing with the lawyer.

As the two were overwhelmed with tears, Marcus gently excused himself, stepping out to let these cousins have time alone. And as he stood outside, he thought hard about the whirlwind of confusion that had yet to settle in his brain.

He hadn’t confronted Allison about her attitude. He wasn’t happy about it at all, but… somehow, he felt confronting her would totally scare her off, and the lingering feelings made him too scared to try that. But then, given the serious nature of Temwani’s words, it would be wise to pray that they didn’t meet in public. One thing he had come to realize about her was this: when she loved a person, she loved that person hard. He briefly remembered what the finance officer at his workplace said when he admitted to falling for her. He had forgotten ever since she accepted his proposal, but now it rang loud and clear in his head.

“Well, Marc, I don’t think I want to say much, since you’ve already gotten to know her, but there’s one thing I can tell you about her: she’s a fierce lover. Not that she’s aggressive by nature per se, but, when her affections are set on you, brother, she’s gonna go all out for you. You know, her name means ‘love’ in her native tongue, so it’s no surprise that she’s the way she is. Trust me, if she says yes, I doubt you’ll ever come across a ‘ride-or-die’ lady like her. Ever.”


“Oh my goodness, you guys look so good together in this picture!” Temwani gushed as she looked at a picture of Sefakor and Basit clad in dashikis. As she admired and awwwwed over it, she lifted her eyes briefly to Sefakor’s and asked, “He hasn’t left his spot, has he?”


“Still checking us out?”


The two were having a bit of a girl’s night out at Maquis Tante Marie at the Marina Mall. Marcus, Basit, Jerry and a few others were meeting up elsewhere to watch a football match, so they were seizing the opportunity to bond together. So far, they were having a great time, talking about silly and serious issues. Being two devastatingly good-looking ladies, they were attracting the attention of quite a few guys around. Particularly that one mid 20s-looking guy sitting a few tables away from them. Of course, they had no intention to be flirty and lead him on. His infatuation-fuelled stares were getting rather irritating. Sefakor insisted they just let him alone, saying, “Let him stare all he wants. He certainly ain’t getting anything more than that.”

Temwani shrugged at the response, then continued with her little speech of the history of her beloved nation, with Sefakor paying rapt attention. As she told her of the events leading to her country’s independence, she noticed a familiar face walking on the other side, obviously coming off the escalator.

“Is that Allison?”

“Where?” Sefakor asked, turning to look in the direction which Temwani was staring. She saw the figure. “Yep. That’s her.”

“You know, she was quite unfriendly to me when I came on Sunday. I don’t know what it is I did to her. Really strange.”

Remembering the whole scene she had witnessed, but not wanting to let it be known, Sefakor raised her eyebrow. “Really? That’s rude. That’s not fine kraaa.”

“I know right? See, she’s coming in this direction. Let’s just be nice. You never know.” So the two put on cute smiles, and as the subject of their discussion drew closer to their table, they called out, “Hi, Allison!”

She gave them a cold side stare as she briskly walked by, looking quite annoyed.

Temwani did not take kindly to that at all. “Did you see that? Can you imagine? We just said hi to her and she brushed us off! Look at the side eye she gave us! That’s it!” She stood up. “I’m not taking this! I’m going to talk to her.”

Sefakor sprung up quickly, looking to pacify her. “Please, Temmy. Don’t start a fight in public.”

Temwani gave her a sweet smile. Not the typical smile that indicated she was in her usual happy, bubbly mood, but a smile that indicated something slightly sinister. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I don’t fight in public. I deal with stuff.”


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That blasting she had received from Mensima, as well as an awkward conversation with Marcus, where he seemed very confused and indecisive, had really left Allison in a bad mood. So as she rushed into the Mall, she was hardly in the mood for pleasantries. She went to take a seat, asked a nearby waiter for a drink and just took deep breaths, trying to control her inward rage. How can Mensima talk to me like that? And why won’t Marcus just make up his freaking mind? Ugh…hmmm…maybe I shouldn’t be so pissed. That confusion might be a good sign, actually…

A deep, “Hello, Allison,” jolted her out of her thoughts.

She looked up from her seat. Her Zambian rival, clad in a camo stretch tank top, with Sefakor standing nervously beside her. She looked back down. I don’t need this, I don’t need this!

Temwani slid into the seat next to her. “Hi again, Allison. You know, I’ve noticed that for certain reasons, you’re being pretty unfriendly to me. I initially thought you were in a bit of a bad mood when you gave me that icy treatment on Sunday. Now I’m convinced you have a problem with me. Now I know I’m not a perfect person by any stretch of the imagination, I know I’ve got a lot of flaws like everybody else, but I really don’t remember doing anything particularly offensive or harmful to cause such a vicious attitude from you. I’m a loving person. I don’t have time for hatred. So I don’t like what’s going on. I’d love nothing more than to be hanging out with you alongside Sefakor on a night like this. If you really have a problem with me, let me know. Tell me where I offended you, so I can make restitution if possible. Because this is really a turn-off, what you’re doing.”

Allison opened her mouth to say something, but Temwani patted her gently on the back. “It’s all right, darling. I can see once again, you’re not in the best of moods. You might just make some careless statement you’ll later regret. Trust me, I’ve done it before. Here’s my number.” She paused to take a business card out of her bag and write her number. She placed it on the table and slid it towards Allison. “Call me when you’re calmer. I’m sure we can have a good conversation.”

She got up, as if she was ready to leave, then stopped. “Oh yeah, I just remembered.” She sat down again. “Listen, Allison. I know your history with Marcus.”

Allison froze slightly.

“I know he was once in love with you, and how you weren’t interested. I don’t have anything against your past choices; I’m not one to judge. But if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s this: when I love, I love hard, and any unnecessary obstacle that stands in my way will get trampled. I’m a bubbly character, I giggle a lot, and I have a sweet spot for sweet cakes and things. But in situations like this, I’m nowhere near sweet. Truth is, Marcus is my man, and I love him, and I’m not letting him go anytime soon. So if this animosity has anything to do with wanting Marcus, you might just want to reconsider investing all your emotions and time in it. Because if you do, and you try it, your pupils are gonna be viewing me with the terror with which a skinny child beholds his heavy-built school bully. Don’t mess with my man, baby girl, or you will regret it. I’m serious.”

All that was said with a straight face. As she got up, she put on a sweet smile. “Enjoy your meal, Ally!” she called as she walked off.

Allison, the waiter bringing her drink and Sefakor stood there, speechless.

Sefakor said aloud, “Chale, this warning diԑԑ, me sef, I dey fear am!”

Hmmmm, fire!!!! That’s scary! I wonder how this is going to end up. Meanwhile, Marcus is still doing ‘crown’ tins there. smh lol. I guess next week is gonna bring some surprises. Continue to stay tuned, y’all!!!

Start Over? 6

We keep moving on with this story! So what is happening with the whole Marcus saga. Last week, we saw that the boy is confused. I know some o y’all wish you could deliver some slaps to him (Nii, he for chop persuasion slap, you no dey see? lol). Well, let’s continue to follow this story with its twists and turns you love so much…

“Marcus, I beg, make we do exchange, eh. Na the way your lady sing for church today diԑԑ, my heart,” Basit joked.

“You dey craze! Keep your off-tune chic!” Marcus shot back, laughing as Sefakor gave him a side eye. She put up her hand dismissively. “Talk to the hand, Negro. Talk to the hand.”

The four of them laughed.

Temwani had come to visit their church for the first time, and quite a number of people had warmed up to her immediately. Her exquisite voice in particular had caught their attention, and they were enthralled by the Zambian beauty’s singing. Some of the choristers had already approached her and asked if she would join the choir.

As Basit and Sefakor went to the parking lot, a voice rang out, “MARCUS!”

It was the music director. He signaled that he wanted to see Marcus in person. Marcus held Temwani’s hand and said, “Wait right here, Temmy. Be back in a jiffy. I’m going to sign your contract for you. I’m your manager!”

“You’re crazy!” Temwani laughed as he rushed off to meet the guy. She looked around, waving back to a few people who gave a friendly greeting. Looking at the stand where drinks were being sold, she noticed a familiar shape.

“Oh, that’s Allison! I remember her from the party. Lemme go say hello to her,” Temwani said as she walked toward her.


“Hello, Allison!”

She turned to see Temwani, beaming with a friendly smile.

Ever since she had officially met her at the party, Allison couldn’t help but have quite a bit animosity in her heart towards her. The jealousy within had taken full effect, and she really had no intention of being very nice to her. Ignoring her at this place, however, would be a terribly bad idea, so she forced a smile and made herself tap Temwani on the shoulder, saying, “Hi, Temwani. How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. I’m so glad I came to visit your church today. I love the atmosphere here.”

Allison nodded. “Indeed. It’s awesome here.”

“Uh-huh. I’m already being invited to join the choir, can you imagine? Haha!”

Allison’s fake smile was wearing off by the minute. She was in no mood whatsoever to get any conversation going. She nodded again. “Interesting.”

“I’ll definitely be coming around another time. By all means. Or maybe I might just pass by with Marcus on Wednesday. Do you come around on Wednesdays?”

By this time, there was a rather cold look on her face. She wasn’t going to be all-out nasty towards Temwani, but she certainly did not want to be nice. She shook her head and turned away. “No,” she murmured, oblivious to the look of confusion on her rival’s face.

A brief silence of awkwardness followed, then she heard, “Ummm, okay. Sooo, I’m going to wait for Marcus over there. I guess I’ll see you another time.”

“Sure. Bye.”


You need to gi-vi-na. Had a spotty night. It’s not hard to see, the boy is mine,” Sefakor sang in her usual deliberate off-key voice as she watched the short conversation between the two in the car. Basit looked up from his phone, giving her the ‘Ugh, you again’ look. “There you go again. Destroying songs as usual. In this era where finding lyrics to a song is so easy. And why that song anyway?”

“Because I’m watching Brandy and Monica at the drink stand over there. I’m placing my bet on Temwani. First blow, GH¢250. MTV Celebrity Deathmatch things. Torn tendons and dislocated ligaments!”

Basit sighed. “People figure sey I fool, but you diԑԑ, ah! You torch too much!”

“I torch like torture chamber?” Sefakor cheekily asked. Her eyes still on the scene, she giggled as her boyfriend did a facepalm behind the steering wheel and muttered, “Lord have mercy on her soul.”

As she saw Temwani walk away, looking rather confused, her tone of voice changed. “But Basit, on a serious note, I sense animosity. On Allison’s part. Considering what I saw, I think Allison is really jealous, and she’s not hiding it.”

Basit looked quite annoyed. “What? Seriously?”

“Yeah. This one diԑԑ, I make serious. I know a jealous chic when I see one. And Allison right now just put up the attitude of a very jealous girl with that facial expression and the stiff way she brushed Temmy off.”

“That’s stupid! Ah, we were all here when Temwani was nowhere in the picture. You were the one Marcus wanted, but you do your body titanium girl. You no dey like. Now he get woman, you bore. Ah! Ibi nonsense kraaa she dey do. Make she go chew terrazzo. Rubbish!”

“Baby, relax!” Sefakor hushed, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulders. “I know. It’s ridiculous. But calm down. I’m sure Marcus will have this under control.”

“I hope so. Coz this comeback she dey search, massa, make she forget. She lose guard. That be all. W’ayԑ late. Period. She no get any reason why Marcus for lef Temwani. None. Like he allow sef, me naa, I go take my pen pluck e eyeballs!”

“Ebei!! Wey evil thoughts too that? You be very wicked guy… But yeah, chale. We’ve not known Temwani long enough. Personally, I think she’s a bit of a trimudԑ, but that aside, a very sweet lady, and I can see she’s very happy with him. And chale, Marcus loves her too. For him to dump her is way too unfair and unforeseeable, in my opinion. I would be angry with him myself if he went back to Allison.”

“Oh, but if by strange twist of fate, he do, wey I stab am finish, I go take Temwani then make am my main lady. You go be wifey no. 2.”



Marcus stopped in front of his parent’s house, killing the engine. He looked at Temwani. “Honey, it’s alright. Here’s my hanky,” he said, giving it to her.

That afternoon had been quite eventful for her. And not in a good way.

She had gone to meet a few of her cousins and her uncle at the law firm at which he worked. He had asked them to help him with some quick work. During the job, one of her cousins, Joy, was nowhere to be found. Being the only one who noticed, Temwani left the floor to find out where Joy was. At the basement ground, she passed by a door, but stopped when she heard what sounded like giggling, gasps and moans. She opened the door…

…And found Joy and Jackson Herman, one of the young lawyers in the firm, having a steamy quickie.

The fact that Jackson was a married man with a child, coupled with the unpleasant sight of him excitedly fondling and humping her cousin against the wall, was probably what fueled the rage in Temwani as she delivered a knuckle sandwich to him as he hurriedly zipped up. With a bloodied nose and a red face, he cowardly made a dash for it, leaving Joy to face her older cousin’s wrath.

By the time Marcus arrived at the basement car park to pick her up for their date at his parents’ place, he came to find an angry Temwani raging at an obviously embarrassed, half-dressed and distraught Joy, tears rolling down both faces. Calming the situation down, he got the two to regain their composure, then waited as they returned to the firm and Temwani got permission to leave. On the way, she told him the whole story and broke down again. Now as they sat in the car, he looked on as she wiped her tears, obviously a mess of emotions.

“Temwani, listen. I know you’re upset. And you have every right to be. I mean, that’s a pretty disturbing scene to walk in on. And the fact that they’ve been having a fling for like 2 months is pretty sickening. I feel your anger. But please, honey, get yourself together. You’ll have to talk to Joy again, at a time when you’re not so emotionally charged, because I’m sure she’s feeling more than awful right now. Yes, she’s messed up big time, but let’s settle this properly.”

Temwani sniffed as she wiped her eyes. She sighed as she leaned back. “I know. I know I probably went too far with the screaming at Joy and all. It’s just… I’m so angry and upset. Angry with that lawyer and upset with her. I mean, why?? Doesn’t she realize what he’s doing to her? She thinks it’s all sweetness and pleasure when he’s sleeping with her. But he’s just using her as his sex toy! That’s it: a sex toy. That man won’t leave his wife for anything. I know that. His wife is gorgeous, a wonderful mother to their son, and he’s not going to divorce her for Joy or any other girl. She’s just his little toy that he’s screwing to satisfy his selfish little libido. I’m shattered because she’s my baby! I love Joy! So much. She’s my little sister. She’s so much more than just some living doll that you can insert your little soldier into and get a whiff of illegitimate enjoyment. She’s so much more than that, and it breaks me to have found her in that situation. I just snapped.

“And that aside, I’ve grown up hating the whole infidelity thing. My parents were so faithful to each other. Not that they were perfect, but they always made it clear to me and my siblings that they took their vows seriously. To this day, they have eyes for each other alone. So it really frustrates me to see this happening. I just can’t stand cheating. Why?? Why do you choose to hurt your wife this way? Why do you give the middle finger to your vows? Why can’t you honour relationships as it was made to be? Why??”

“It’s alright, darling, take it easy,” Marcus said soothingly, letting her place her head on his shoulder. “I understand. Totally. You’re right. Just calm down. We’ll go to their place this week and know just how to solve this.”

She went calm in his arms for a couple of minutes. “Thank you, Marc,” she whispered. “You’re a blessing. I love you.”

“Love you too, Temmy.”

Brief period of silence.

After a while, she raised her head. “Umm, Marcus. I dunno if it’s right to ask, but uhh… what’s up with Allison?”

A sudden sharp burn emerged in Marcus’ stomach. He swallowed nervously. “Umm… why do you ask?”

“Well, I spoke to her when you were speaking to the music director, and honestly, she didn’t seem happy to see me. It felt like she was trying to be nice and failing at it.”

Still nervous, but unhappy with what he was hearing, he shook his head. “Well… that’s not cool. I’ll make sure I deal with that.”

She sat up straight. “Well, good if you do. I know you had a history of some sort with her, and I’m not in the know about dealing with exes since you’re my very first boyfriend, but I detest competition when it comes to my man. I always thought you said she had absolutely no interest in relationships whatsoever.”

“She didn’t. Margaret Thatcher things back then. The whole ‘I don’t need a man’ thing back then.”

“I see. Oh well, I guess it’s one of those things. But in any case, if she’s now getting interested, she had better back off. It’s me that’s the queen now, and I’m not vacating my seat for anyone. Certainly not her. And if she’s thinking of taking you away from me, then it’s gonna get pretty ugly between us.” She reached out and gently brushed his cheeks with her acrylic nails.

A raised eyebrow from Marcus attracted a laugh and a kiss on the cheek. “Just marking my territory, darling,” she said sweetly. “Now let’s go. I’m sure your parents are wondering why we’ve kept so long.”

Well well well, Temwani is not playing around! I wonder where this is going. Do you think there’s gonna be a confrontation between the two ladies? When is Marcus going to stop his nonsense tins and get serious? And how does Basit deal with Sefakor with all that craziness in her system? lol. Stay tuned for next week…

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