You know how promiscuity engulfs the souls of kids, when they are in shs? Unfortunately, i was part of that group. There was this particular girl who was known to be sexually liberated. Something, most people call, hoe. It never crossed my mind to try and be with this girl. I mean, if it happened, cool. But I was never going to go out of my way to try and be with her. And guess what, i didn’t have to. I’m at cyberlink cafe and this girl enters. It was around 7:30 p.m She was in her school uniform. I walk up to her and say, hello. We already knew each other. I asked what she was doing in town that late in her uniform and she said, she was meeting her “uncle” for something. I said, cool and engaged her more. Our conversation got really interesting. She was actually fun. I told her i was lodging at my friend’s in town and wasn’t going back to school that evening. She said, she also wasn’t planning on going back to school but, she can’t go home either. “If you don’t mind, we can both spend the night together at my friend’s.” She agreed and left the cafe with me. After we had met her “uncle” of course. We got to my friend’s(X) crib and I explained everything to him. He told me, i should put the “match” on gala. (Gala is Takoradi slang for threesome. Threesome means… kindly skip this post, if you don’t know what threesome means) I told X, let’s hope for the best lol. The three of us are now in the room and this girl is suddenly all over me, kissing me and shit. I signalled X to leave the room for us. After the 1st round, i asked to get something downstairs. That was X’s cue to go and try his luck. The girl refused and X came out of the room in less than 2 minutes. “Chale )se )ny3.” I told him not to sweat it. I went back in for a couple rounds more. I asked X to come back inside to sleep LOL. Prior to that I persuaded the girl to give X a chance. She accepted but said, she was too tired so unless the next morning. I relayed the message to X. Apparently, he didn’t sleep throughout the night. He woke me up at dawn and whispered “chale Ernest wossop?” I told him to fake sleep. I woke the girl up, fired her some strokes and after I came, i asked if my friend could join and she nodded in agreement. I “woke” X up, told him to have some fun and left the room for both of them… the devil has used me before but never again! (You didn’t even say AMEN) Sigh.
High School Suspension
Mayne! I’ve been trying to post for y’all in God knows, how long! I just didn’t know which topic to write on. Fortunately for me, I chanced on Ama Kusi’s Snapchat post and, it reminded me of this story. Also, today marks the 7th year, since I created this blog; so, happy 7th anniversary to me & my readers. The easiest thing in St John’s school was breaking bounds. Almost everyone could or, did it. You just didn’t have to get caught. Truth be told, I didn’t even “break bounds” on this fateful night. It was after preps and myself, Puli Puli & Amilli, together known, as the Sauce Boys Entertainment, had to satisfy our craving for the kenkey at the school’s bus stop. So, the 3 of us went downhill to go get it. I met Teddy, who had just come back from town and asked, Puli Puli & Amilli to take the lead. Teddy and I were catching up on his performance at some beach event in town. As we entered campus via the Apian way, we met with the senior house master. He was quite a distance away from us and asked us to come. On any sane day, we would have ran away. But for some weird reason, we rather walked towards Mikay, the senior house master. I remember trying to warn Teddy, it was Mikay that was calling us. I still don’t know why he insisted we went to hear him out. Baffles me, up till this day. We are in Mikay’s presence complying to his interrogations; “where are you boys coming from?” “Oranges, sir. I went to buy oranges,” Teddy responded, showing Mikay, a polythene bag of about 4 oranges. I, on the other hand, had nothing to show for so I kept mute. Mikay, in his quest to explain why it was unlawful to leave campus without exeat, out of nowhere, threw his hands in an attempt to slap Teddy but, he missed. Teddy took to his heels. I wanted to follow suit but, we had already created a scene and, in the crowd was my RAT house prefect, who would have eventually snitched on Me, had I ran. So, I stood still.(He snitched on Teddy, nonetheless) “What is his name?” Mikay trying to get me to snitch on Teddy. “I don’t know him, sir. I just met him.” “Kneel down! Herh write down his name for me. Do you know the other boy? I will use them as scaped goats. Foolish boys!” Mikay pointing to my house prefect, Kaka, who ended up telling on both Teddy and I. The next morning, Teddy brought his Dad to come and “see” Mikay. Teddy advised, I did same. So I ran home, met my uncle and explained everything to him. He asked me to go back to school, he will come settle everything. Bruh! The whole of Saturday, this man never showed up. Sunday visiting too, NO SHOW! Everybody on campus was on my case that I was about to be deboardinized. Teddy had “settled” Mikay and now, I’m about to face the music, all by myself. Fast forward, Monday morning assembly. I had never dressed so decently, in my life. I shined my shoe brighter than the morning sun, ironed my uniform for over an hour. Bruh! I was all set to be called upon. My only fear was the “fans” I was going to get, when my name was mentioned. That shit irritated the headmaster. And I knew for sure, the whole building was going to yell, “Eleeeeeeee!!!!!!!” the moment my name was called. The senior house master grabs the mic and shivers are sent down my spine. I’m sweating profusely. And, these foolish boys won’t even give me a break. Niggas were asking me to leave my provi for them and shit. No sense of empathy. Sigh. I prayed silently and the assembly ended, without me being called. It felt like I was off the hook. But I wasn’t so certain. Maybe, Mikay didn’t even have enough time to deal with my issue at assembly. I still felt uneasy. At this point, the boys were giving me fans and I was acting calm but I was scared small. We entered our various classrooms and as soon as I sat on my desk, I received a message to go to Administration. Bruh! I said to myself, “this is it. I’m really going home.” I walked into Mikay’s office with all hopes lost. Then to my dismay, I see 2 of my uncles getting all chatty with Mikay & Rev Br Annan. Mikay sees me and hands me a bond of good behaviour paper to sign. They were giving me a slap on the wrist because, they knew my other uncle from GES. GHANA FOR YOU!
Lord, you are my everything!
which other way, do you begin the new year, if not with God, right? so I overslept and didn’t watch the night as most of y’all did. woke up few minutes after 4 a.m and went on my knees, on my bed. said quiet a short prayer to GOD and thanked him for the new year. next thing i did was check my whatsapp for new year messages to reply and watch statuses. the status that caught my attention the most was, Eyoor in a video jamming to Joe Mettle’s My Everything. I knew it was a good song but, seeing someone like EYOOR jamming to it with passion and full of happiness, melted my heart. the vibe or energy was received at my end right on-the-spot. without hesitation, i opened my deezer and started playing the song. after the first play, i realized i was better off, downloading from a free website. so i moved to my chrome browser – downloaded the song and, decided to check out the lyrics. the song depicted exactly what i was feeling at the time. my heart was full of praise and thanks to the Lord. it also ushered me into the state of surrendering everything to the Lord. “here you go, Lord, take over.” Funny enough… i downloaded my bible app right after that. i checked my verse of the day and it also focused on the same “leave it to GOD” theme. so i wondered, “could it be a sign?” and then it hit me, it could be the algorithm of the app, you know – new year so… probably a verse about starting all over again and WITH GOD. nonetheless, the joy i was feeling in my heart, due to that Joe Mettle record, couldn’t be attributed to the algorithm – so we move! Been playing the song all day cos it hit me hardddddd and indeed, LORD, YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING!
happy new year, everyone !
Sena Tsikata, Love of my life.
When J. Cole said, “bitches can’t get Michael so they settle for Tito” I felt that! Sena Tsikata is Michael and every other girl I have fallen/fall in love with, is Tito. Yes, Sena Tsikata is the blueprint for my kind of girl. Wait. You don’t know Sena Tsikata? Do you remember the popular Ghanaian TV series, THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE ? Yes! The girl who played the Marcia character. Marcia is my long time… *Backspaces* Marcia is my life time crush. I fell in love with both Marcia & Sena. Marcia was very understanding. She is everything Ko-jo Cue said about, “sikani ba a )tse ohia ase.” Do you really want me to talk about her beauty? Omg her nose, lips, eyes and smiles. You guys can keep your Beyoncé, Rihanna, Jennifer Lawrence, Kardashians, etc I mean, I can’t even list any other beauty queens because, Sena’s beauty has made me blind. Hearing the voice of Marcia calms my nerves. Let me borrow Bra Kevin’s words; “seeing her on TV is enough, I’m fed. See her lips…” Most of you know I love slim dark/chocolate girls and I will move mountains for them. But you don’t know why. The cat is out of the bag now. It is because of Sena Tsikata(Marcia) – The Blueprint. And oh you need to be smart and rich. Lol not rich rich but you know; don’t force your and/or, your parents’ responsibilities on me. Marcia wasn’t asking BB for airtime, mobile money etc. I have always prayed to GOD to give me a Marcia in my life and GOD has actually blessed me with a couple; oomf & oomf. I can’t drop names. I don’t want any drama. Plus, I’m trying to move on. I will drop Marcia’s photo at the end of this post. So ladies, if you believe, you look like Marcia in the slightest way possible, link up. You can link me with anyone who looks like her too. The couple of Marcias I had are gone. I need a new Marcia. This is actually an application for a girlfriend. My criteria is a Marcia. Thank you.
Nostalgia will be the death of me. (Amanful Blues.)
Vintage Me is all I want to be. I want the same old things, I fell in love with or, grew up to. I want BB to finally get a chance to be with Marcia. I want to see the next move Baffour & Koo Hia will make to survive. I want to see Nina on my tv and fantasize about how I will RON her in real life. I want to watch Awurade Kasa for the first time and be the first to point out the scene that was captured at Star Of The Sea Cathedral. I want to re-live the pains of missing keysoap concert party because I overslept. I want that great Tampico commercial to come on so I shout, “panaaaaaaana Tampico!!!” I want to record all my favorite jams on radio, using my dad’s gospel cassettes. I want to go and say hello to AUNTY at lucky bar so I get free chicken (akoko tsir – my favorite). I want to wake up at 10 p.m. and disturb my parents to get me the fried yam at Groovy spot. I want to know the next trick my brothers & their friends will use to send me away, so they can watch porn. I want to use my mom’s scarf as bandana & shift my lower lip to the side, while I rap Dre’s It’s Like That; “one to and to the four, snoop doggy dog Dr Dre is at the door…(that’s how I used to rap it. Don’t correct me)” I want to be the one telling stories about the scateyyy(Raid) that happened in Amanful to my school mates. I want to drag my friends to my house just to prove to them, we actually have a Nokia tv at home. I want to show these same friends, the 4 pins Casio watch we saw in the magazine, has nothing on my uncle’s 6 pins Casio watch. (Yes, I’m a showoff). I want to go to band practice with Adriana and act all the plays in church. I want to be the father in Maame Na Paapa. I want to sneak out of the house and follow Papa Ackah to Gyandu Park to watch Hasaacas games. I want to see Uncle Lee, Mr Acquah, etc playing draft at the forecourt of our house. I want to be the only person allowed in Big Abbey’s booth. I want to… No I don’t want to experience how Maame Esi ditched me when she came back from South Africa. Nor, the time my teacher swapped my 100% for 90% because I forgot to write my name on my test paper. However, I want to be selling cups of our home rice and use the money to play video game. I want to be your goto guy, when someone enters the game center and wants to play “lose to pay” or bet. I want to… I want to hear about things you loved doing, growing up, too.
She didn’t (doesn’t) want sh*t to do with me!
I’m unsure, how to feel about my girlfriend triggering this post. Is it my insecurity popping up to tell me, “Oh you gon fuck this up too” or, my body, heart and soul, telling me, “you are in love again?” I would have to embrace pessimism and go with the former. Oh yeah! I’m just going to fuck this one up as well. Maybe not with the same infidelity route I took 12 years ago. Damn! You didn’t expect that, did you?
My junior high school love, Priscilla, didn’t (doesn’t) want shit to do with me! I had been crushing on Priscilla for months before, she stepped to my school for vacation classes. I had tried on a number of occasions to talk to her,prior, but, I kept failing, miserably. Not because I had weak vibes but, she was just one of those girls, you would have to try over and over, just to be cool with. She was giving me a real hard time. As a typical show off guy that I was, and being in the same class with a girl, who had been “flexing/rushing” me all this while, it was my time to shine. My Maths teacher did all the work for me. “Priscilla, if you need any help, see Ernest. Ernest! Stand up so she can see you.” I stood up, she turned back and our eyes met. Both faces beamed with smiles. That was the beginning of a great friendship. I walked her home after class. You know how Reezy do? We had some heartfelt conversation and showed her my game, she’d been missing. We parted ways with her apologizing for all the hard time she gave me. Now! How is it that, for a start!? You know how this thing usually ends. We became lovers. It took her a whole month to say, yes. It was the worth wait, if you ask me. Priscilla was very special. Even at that young age, she knew how to care for a man. She knew how to calm me down, encouraged me, advised me. LOL she even used to cook for me! (That was 2 years after though). Ha! Do you know where I’m getting at? At that tender age, she knew how to play a wife. Unfortunately, she wasn’t enough for me. That was cruel on my part. I was all she had. I was cheating on her but, she never suspected it because, I was that good. “Every day for thief man, one day for master,” I let my guard down and got caught in the act, one fateful afternoon. It was after school and I was at Cyberlink cafe being reckless with my newest “catch.” I’m fondling her breasts & kissing on her neck on the stairs. I couldn’t believe my eyes, when I looked up to find out why my friend was yelling our you-need-to-run-away code; “Scatter-eyy!!” Honorable members of the jury, it was Priscilla descending the stairs. She just walked past me like I was a stranger and I evaded the drama by playing along. I made up some lame excuse to my newest catch; “I need to go home. I just remembered I’m meeting my studies teacher.” So I cancelled on our plans to kick it later at her crib. It dawned on me, how messed up my situation was with Priscilla. How am I going to get out of this? I cheated on the girl I claimed was the best thing that ever happened to me and I got caught right in the act. I decided to come clean and paid her a visit. Oh you should know better. She avoided all my calls & facebook messages. I mustered courage and went to her house. Just as I expected, she didn’t have much to say. “Am I not good enough for you? What are you even doing here?” Before I could talk my way out, she told me never to engage her. “We are both distant strangers now.” Damn! That was hard for me to swallow. I knew there was nothing I could do to change her mind. She changed her number, over and over again. Anytime I got her new number, she would change it again. If I see her in town and try talking to her, she will play blind & deaf to me. I just had to give up. I forgot about her. Even years after when, I bumped into her, she will repeat the same get-lost attitude. I had had enough. So how does my girlfriend trigger my days with Priscilla? She is more like her, character wise. Even much so, better than Priscilla. I’m not comparing the two but, it is just what it is. Infidelity is the least of my problems right now. I haven’t met someone as good as her.[my…] You know my history with good women, is just like Arsenal’s Champions League records – I never win. I always find a way to mess it up. I hope this never happens again!
I just got dumped over MUTE SEX.
Well, I’m not quite sure if mute sex is actually a thing. Because, I sort of, made it up. But no need to worry, the definition will be clear after reading this post. In case, you have been wondering, how I have been able to stay single for a long time, unperturbed. I will let you in on a little secret. I draw my companionship, affection, commitments & love from REAL FRIENDS. And then there is regular sex from hoes. That’s the trick of the game; no drama/no “parenthood.” So for the past years, I have been fortunate to have hoes that fit in my schedule for sex at home. Except for this last one I got. Usually, I prefer having sex at my house, when there is nobody at home. NOBODY! Just me! Reason being, when that wood enters you, your SHOUT out game rises to the apex. And the ideal hours has always been from 9 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Unfortunately for me, the suitable time for this girl is in the evening, preferably, from 7 p.m. It was never a problem for me when we met initially, because it was the Christmas holidays and I had the house to myself. It only became a problem, after the holidays when it returned to a full house. This is where the saga begins. Anytime home boy wants to straighten this cutie, I would have to sneak her in & out of the house. Not that she will be sacked when seen but, it’s Yaw Apau’s house not mine. So out of respect, I don’t want to be caught doing that. Home girl has been complaining about tip toeing in & out, of my house. But that’s not even her topmost discomfort. So last night, we repeated our usual episodes. I’m in her, giving her fire strokes and she can barely catch a breath. Strangling the sheets and throwing up “nfikyir” gang signs. I can hear her moan from with in, and trying to shout my name but, there’s something in her mouth; a face towel. WHAAAAT!!!? She can’t wake everyone in my house, up with her noise! So like an old Ewe man in Pekiwudome, I murdered the pussy good, as usual! So we are done and I’m supposed to sneak her out. She tells me, “let us stay in bed for a while. I want to rest small. I can’t feel my legs.” I told her, “this is the perfect time for you to leave. So another time, please.” She got pissed because she knew, that *pillow talk* will never happen. So we are out of my house and she snapped! “Why do I always have to sneak in & out, every day!!?? What will your parents do, if they find out you’re having sex!? Didn’t they have sex at this age too?” To be honest, I was shocked! I had to calm her down; “don’t worry. This thing will be over soon. I have plans of moving out. Just hang in for me.” “No! I’ve had enough,” she relented. She started nagging and then finally she said, “how can we have sex without moaning & screaming? You know what, it is over. I’m not doing this anymore. Unless, you decide to grow up and let me feel at home, when you have me over!” LMAO bro! First off, i wanted to end this thing because I’ve decided to be celibate now. But I never imagined, turning out to be like this. I mean, they are just sounds. I thought orgasms were more important to women than these sounds, Kay-Ara only wants to shazam. Home girl forced an ultimatum; loud sex or no sex at all. As a law abiding neighbour, I had to choose no sex. I’m heart broken right now. I need tissues!
P.S: Anticipate my new series: THE LIFE OF KOO LARBI.
Number One Mango Street; Classic Album
The half of FOKN BOIS & REDRED, Mensa Ansah, popularly known as m3nsa, released this classic album, No. 1 Mango Street about 7 years ago. And you know what they say about classic albums? It always sounds fresh and soothing after every listening. Number One Mango Street most definitely gives the same feeling. It’s a 14-track album with popular songs such as Adwuma, Kelewele Pimpin’ Fanti Love Song, Biribi W’)m, No One Knows & BRKN LNGWJZ.
COVER ART.
The album art does a lot by depicting the entire concept or maybe, what inspired the making of the album. Sources say, Number One Mango Street is a nostalgic album and I couldn’t agree more, after seeing the cover art. It captures a piano, drum(konka), microphone, a kid riding a car tyre, street hawkers, 2 very old vehicles (bone shaker & renault; idk the model), mango & two coconut trees. M3nsa learnt how to play the piano while growing up. The two old vehicles were the popular vehicles during that time. And it is known, there were a lot of mango trees on the streets where he lived in Dansoman. (He was raged when he heard, those trees were deforested.) The musical instruments probably is an emblem of how he started his production/musical career. The very early days of it. All these go to prove how/where he drew the inspiration for this “nostalgic album”
SONGS.
I would definitely have to write a lot under this but, I don’t want to say much either. However, I will walk you through some of my favourite songs off the album.
DREAM
My personal favourite and theme song for life, as it stands now. Dream has m3nsa talking about the real essence of life. What humans actually need to make life better for themselves. And no! it’s not about money or materialistic things. Having loving and caring family, partner and friends, peace of mind, good health and life. These are the things that bring true joy and happiness to us, as humans. Not disputing that money is good but, only urges, the aforementioned are the most important. And as a result, he will choose all that over money.
BRKN LNGWJZ
This is by far, the hardest GH rap record ever. There is TH4Kwages’ s3 mara me tse but, undoubtedly, BRKN LNGWJZ is the hardest. This one features his FOKN partner, Wanlov. The illustration of their lyrical prowess is just awesome. Delivered in pidgin language, the duo talk about most of the things they like to do/characters. It’s amazing how they packaged the delivery, flow, witticism, storytelling & humor on this particular joint.
FANTI LOVE SONG
This joint is soulful and full of life. Here, m3nsa is singing about how he misses his lover. The production is amazing. From the chords to the drums. It sparks some fire in you. Makes you miss that girlfriend, you never had. (In my case)
Kelewele Pimpin’
I’ve never heard a love/sex song this smooth. You will love how foreplay was addressed in this song; “I had to warm the oven before roasting the plantain.” Kelewele Pimpin is just that song that will have you moving your shoulders, neck and snap your fingers at the same damn time.
ANAA
” ‘forwards ever, backwards never.’ I never retire, these words of Kwame Nkrumah will always inspire” Anaa is definitely my most inspirational song off the album. It actually inspired BBNz artsite, Ko-jo Cue, to even make a record off it; FOR MY BROTHERS…. “shun the oscars and the grammys, this is FOR MY BROTHERs.”
AFROFUNKIN
This gives us a feel of the Daily Basses m3nsa. He actually went in hard on this very one. “Remember as a child when I was funkin around, now I’m bringing something around, they never saw the storm coming afrofunkin the sound, now I’m just stomping them down”
I think I’ve said enough. You can play Number One Mango Street without skipping a track. Songs like Biribi W’)m ft Samini, We Go Rock ft Ndidi and ASEM PA!!!!! Wait last one before I go; ASEM PA is for everyone that loves fante rap. Well well… let me just shut up. Get the album here, if you haven’t listened to it yet. You can share your ratings on the album in the comments, if you have heard the album.
Saman dropping.
SAMAN dropping is a Fante/Takoradi slang which means, hiring a taxi & refusing to pay by ghosting (running away). SAMAN is fante word for Ghost, by the way. Okay… So it was time for Preps and my friends and I decided to skip it as always. “Chale make we go Parmatrans then go press the Fijai girls some,” O.T suggested. “Oh yeah chale me sef some girl give me s/o for letter inside. She say she dey there make i go see am,” I agreed. Parmatrans was a hostel for Fijai girls. Their school had accommodation problem so…yh. We walked to Parmatrans, met with the girls & did what we had to do. Now it was time to go to back to school. Out of no where, Pages & Lipton suggested we should go to town. I told them I was broke & too tired to walk. “We also don’t have money,” they said. So I jokingly asked them, are we going to fly? Pages quickly replied, “y3 b3 kyi SAMAN” (meaning, hire taxi without paying.) I was like cool but I’ve never done that before. O.T shared the same sentiments. Pages & Lipton are hard guys. I was less hard compared to them but O.T was the softest amongst us. So the hard guys devised a plan on how to carry the whole operation out. We stopped a taxi & told the driver to take us to town. Our khaki shorts & trousers & multi tops gave us away. The driver thought we were GSTS boys. He said, you know what, I will drop you off few metres before your school gate, so you can flip your wall okay? I thought “Oh shit! This driver is a hard guy. How are we going to get away with this?” O.T & I started panicking but Pages & Lipton gave no fuck. There was instrumentals playing on the radio so I started rapping to release tension. Lipton sat in the front seat, Pages, behind the driver’s seat, I was in the middle & O.T was on my right. We arrived at our destination and Pages quietly & secretly locked the driver’s door from where he sat. We got out of the taxi, pretending we were contributing to pay. O.T & I took the lead (walking). Pages was bargaining with the driver. Lipton shouted, “away bus!” and then we all took off. Come & see chasing!!! I never knew I could run that fast. We ran past the Port Quarters blocks, while the driver kept chasing & shouting at us “thieves! Thieves! Thieves!” I overheard some women saying “eiii Sec Tech mbofra yi.” (Meaning; These GSTS students!!!) They laughed along while saying that though. The four of us dispersed during the “Olympic marathon.” O.T was the first person I met. Our meeting point was at Zenith Hotel so, we went there to wait for Pages & Lipton. We saw the driver on our way there though. He was steadily patrolling the streets of town hoping to catch us. We went to hide at Cyberlink Cafe for a while. Actually we went there to browse for free. I had the cheats. LOL I enjoyed the SAMAN dropping very much. But I declined, when they said we should take another SAMAN dropping back to school. (I wasnt raised that way. Lol) I managed to get some coins to pick a taxi back to school. However, they went ahead with the SAMAN dropping. Fortunately for them, the driver couldn’t chase them cos they passed through the school bush. LOL chale you need to try SAMAN dropping e dey bee pass!
My first love; the flower girl.
To be honest, I don’t even remember the name of this my first love. It’s very sad because, this confirms my promiscuity is a top notch; not that I’m proud. No! Your level of coolness is questionable, if you were never a flower girl/page boy at a wedding. (Don’t blame me. I didn’t set the rules) Okay so I was about 6/7 years old then and I was a lovely kid. Everyone loved me & wanted me to be their page boy at their weddings. Aunty Esi, a family friend, asked my parents for me to be her page boy. Fast forward. I met my first love at Aunty Esi’s house, where we were supposed to rehearse. You know, that slow march or whatever it is, they do inside the church. Mind you, I had charm too. Immediately I entered the sitting room, my first love ran towards me. She just came to stand in front of me; no hug, nothing! We were being trained by Bro Alex & Bro Nii; both were my godfathers & taught…nah spoilt me. Apparently, Bro Alex & Nii, had done all the “dirty works” for me. No wonder she ran towards me, when I entered. Oh! Am I supposed to explain the dirty works? I think not. During rehearsals, my dirty godfathers made us kiss, right before we ended practise; “you may kiss the bride.” This is what created the vibe between us. Aunty Esi’s wedding was on a Saturday. So my first love & I moved to stay with Aunty Esi on Friday evening to Sunday. We slept together in the same room on the same bed. LOL! Funny enough nothing happened on the Friday evening. I don’t even remember how we slept. And on the wedding day, Saturday, I saw Bro Alex & he asked me “how far?” It was this how far that sparked some dirty thoughts. The wedding reception was in the evening. So we came back very tired. Both of us even slept at the reception. Hence, another fruitless night. Sunday was thanksgiving & showing of appreciation. I thought that was it. Nothing could happen because, my dad was going to pick me up in the evening and, my first love would go back to her house too. Fortunately for us, the gods arranged for us to spend another night together in the same room, and in the same bed, at Aunty Esi’s house. I wanted to have a better response for how far, next time, I met Bro Alex & Nii. We were both eager to do things that night, I suppose. We stayed up late that night. We kissed for a loooooooong time. From my experience as a Dad in MAAME NA PAAPA, all I had to say was “kankaana y’awar.” (Loosely translated, let’s pretend to be married.) This is what led us to the promise land. We did whatever we did & departed ways on Monday morning. Aunty Esi & her husband travelled outside the country after a week or 2. I have never crossed paths with my first love, ever since. However, i ran into Aunty Esi, at Nazareth church, Lagos Town. That was where we had the wedding. I asked of my first love & she said, she’s now a nurse or so. She didn’t have her contact too. Maybe the gods don’t want us to meet again. Typical smash & move but I caught feelings. SMH
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