TOP TEN MOST FASCINATING PEOPLE ON KNUST CAMPUS
TEN MOST FASCINATING PEOPLE ON CAMPUS.
The aged normally say, ‘though the polygamous father might not know the names of all his children, he knows the character of them all’. I seem to know all people who walk the length and breadth of my Kingdom of NUST. As I promise you, today I bring you the list of the top ten most fascinating people in no definite order. They are fascinating in their own ways.
1. NANA ATEMUDA - Until recently, I did not know I had such a nice and robust gentleman in my kingdom. I guess this name is a household name here. His name booms across the airwaves almost every minute. When you listen to him most times on radio, he is fond of doing one thing. Describing how horrible a girl he met looks. He does so well that you might think he is an artist. I started wondering how he looks like himself that makes him grade my daughters like that. So I sent my palace messengers to go and look for him. When I saw him, I liked what I saw. He is a dark, well built gentleman with a fine face. He has this atta mills-styled eyes and nice flesh folding on each other. That is the perfect gentleman. Hey, when he speaks, he does it with some extra-ordinary confidence. He has his own way of doing things and it has made him a force to reckon with in my kingdom here. KNUST without ATEMUDA is no going!
2. EKPOR ANYIMAH – ACKAH. This guy just blows my mind. I heard he is the head of one of my provinces with much notoriety. He speaks in tongues like he is the second in command to Angel Gabriel. When he is talking, you would hear what we call Locally Acquired Foreign Accent. He does it so well that you would think he was born in the Buckingham palace. What makes him fascinating is that he likes POSITIONS more than the Russians like vodka. Eiiish! Unless he doesn’t hear there is a vacant position. I heard he has even applied for the vacant PRO VC position on campus KNUST. Please if you have heard of any vacant position, kindly inform him. He might be interested. I hear he is also a wayside comedian. That’s nice of him. The jack of all positions. What happened to his quest to bring honour to KATANGA by becoming the NUGS president? I need someone to exorcise this son of mine from the spirit of positions.
3. S.K OPPONG – he was the immediate past SRC president or whatever. When you meet him for the first time, you see a fine, down to earth, smart thinking leader. However, when you go through his daily stories when he was in office, I am sure the very people who admitted him into this school regretted doing that. My big mouth will pronounce him the worst thing that ever happened to SRC presidency. At a point in time he was accusing evil spirits of taking students money which he placed under his carpet. He looks so innocent but more dangerous than the threats coming from Iran. He ended firing almost everyone in his administration and the interesting part was that, they still stayed in office. He never graduated from school as well. So what does it benefit a man when you mess up student affairs and money and you don’t get your degree? That is ASEM SEBE! I think he will make a good president one day.
4. CEO of CYBERTEK - I hope you know that printing house that has branches all over campus. That man loves money. He never closes. He works all day and all night. He gets a lot of money from that business. I love him for his hard work and the very good services he offer students. But come to think of it, where do all those monies go. He is just like General Mosquito. I guess you know what I am talking about. At least he should let his chale-wate rest small. Even if he owed more than the Ghanaian government he would have paid off his debts by now.
5. ERNESTO – CEO of THINK TWICE FOUNDATION- if you don’t know him, just take the pain of walking down to Katanga. His biography is implanted in the courtyard. This guy has stay in school far more than the four year stipulated period. He however was not able to break the record of SADDAM, the longest serving student of our time. He is an anti-birth preacher and calls himself, the president of Apakye Students Union (ASU). Don’t ask me what it is. When he was a student, he slept in his green car and did almost everything there. This same car turned into a private taxi during day time. He managed this life till he completed school. One thing that fascinated all of us he never held a book or entered a classroom. If you are looking for him, watch out for the dark man holding a Castle milk stout bottle and limping on one leg and saying all kinds of unprintable words.
6. AFIA ANIMWAA – I heard she is the treasurer of NUGS. She is the sexiest lady on campus. You just cannot resist it when you see her pass by. She is so jovial and friendly. One fascinating thing about her is that votes never seem to like her. She stood for SRC treasurer twice and seven other positions and lost them all. During those elections, I heard they brought all the best Photoshop experts on campus to work on a winning picture for her. Stillllllllllllllllllllllllll. Even with her current position, I heard she won by just one vote. Lucky her. I think she should rather be going for beauty pageants rather than political positions. With that she can win hands down. If you want to test her hotness level, try her.
7. SAMUEL SAGOE- it has come to me that he is the heard of the manufacturers and users of all the sleep inducing pillows we have on campus. I don’t want to believe that though. He is extremely handsome with some smile that dazes ladies. When he was initially disqualified from the vetting of an election which he thought he had won already, hell broke loose and all kinds of political demons descended on people allegedly responsible for that action. I don’t know if those political demons are gone back yet. If they are not, hmmmnnn! He eventually won the election and became the president. One fascinating thing about him is that he makes more promises than the vice president of Ghana does. As to if he really delivers on them is a homework for all my students in LOUD MOUTH TECHNOLOGY. But I know he does two things so well. He dresses so well and knows how to place the picture of his concubine nicely on his office table. They call him SOCIO SAGOE.
8. ERNESTINA AND SISTER EGG FRYING COMPANY – just walk to the Queens hall market and ask of Ernestina and her sister. If you are not careful you would think Queens keeps organizing their own type of a night of thousand laughs. These two ladies who are supposed to be frying eggs have almost every trick on this planet under their skirts. They have married every guy who purchases any of their eggs. If you are newly grabbed and you don’t take care, your girlfriend will leave you for cheating on her with an egg seller. They are so fascinating that you can’t just pass by them to another place to get fried eggs. Another fascinating thing about them is that one of the two is so small yet has a million stretch marks all over her body. Hmmmnnn! This loud mouth of mine will push me into trouble one day.
9. GYAN- please I am not referring to the footballer turned dancer and singer. I am talking about the alleged 20 million bribe rejecter. Eeissh! Do we still have honest people in the world like that? If any police man sees this gentleman, he will either curse him or shoot him down. Huge money like that paaaa, and you blow alarm. They call it CHUKING OF THE CENTURY. If this thing is really true, I think this guy should be made a life SRC vice president of this kingdom. Who in today’s corrupt world full of thieves and kleptomaniac will reject such an offer? He needs to be made a saint of the holy order of my kingdom. I will recommend him to the papacy as well.
10. Hhmmmn, this guy perhaps is the most fascinating of them all. He always has a funny look and walk like those robots in the famous cartoon, Dexter’s laboratory. His nose looks like that of Shaggy of Scooby Doo fame. He is the Afari Gyan of Katanga. When you meet him anywhere around Africa hall, he is called CHARLES, with emphasis on the last syllabus. When you meet him on the campus of Kumasi polytechnic, where he is a regular customer, he is called Mr. Henderson. In the house, he is called Atta. When he is in class, they call him PINOCCHIO. The man of many names. I heard that in his own hall, they call him PORNOCHIO. That’s dangerous. It’s not only his name that makes him interesting. He is on record to be tearing his boxer shorts apart every night. As to what makes him do that, I have no fair idea, but the name PORNOCHIO may perhaps give us a clue.
These are the people who make my kingdom so lively and interesting. If you don’t like them, don’t speak badly about them, because I love them so much. It is their different traits mingled with ours that makes the world an interesting place to. Watch out next time as I bring to you, the top ten hostel in Kumasi. Till I see you when I see you, blow time as never before.
NANA PROF. ANOKESE ANOPEASEM
PhD. KONKONSALOGY.
MSc. ROYAL DISSING.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
MY TIME WILL COME
MY TIME WILL COME.
It was a warm but solemn Saturday night. I was seated in the KNUST Law auditorium with a very elegant princess by my side. It was the stage performance of the BBC award-winning play, ‘IN THE CHEST OF A WOMAN’. The play in itself was another show of the beautiful but complex African heritage. However before the play itself, there was a soul inspiring musical performance by two gentlemen. These two gentlemen with appealing voices and thought provoking lyrics did a song titled “MY TIME WILL COME”. The song simply talks about the difficulties some guys face on campus in their quest to win the heart of a beautiful damsel, all because they do not have some of the luxurious luxuries of life like cars, flashy and sophisticated electronic gadgets and other stuffs. The song continues that those unfortunate gentlemen can only watch as their heart desires are thrown to the wind. However the determined ones will always declare that ‘my time will come’. His time will come when he will be a big man and be cruising in better cars and even yachts. His time will come when he can afford to spread ten ladies at the same time at McDonalds. His time will come that he can pay for a movie just for two people at Silverbird or even have a larger cinema in his own house.
In the old country tune “COWARD OF THE COUNTY”, Kenny Rogers reiterated that, there is someone for everyone. I used to believe in that a lot until I stepped foot on campus. I used to believe that once you were a good looking guy, it was very easy getting any lady at all into your fold. However different stories exist on campus. One of such stories is the ‘BEAUTY AND THE BEAST’ story. It is not just an ancient fable. It is happening. It surprises me when I see a very beautiful lady jilt her equally good looking boyfriend for a not so pleasant looking guy who has a nice car. Normally because of their cars you wouldn’t see the full length of their unpleasant figures and features. Worse of all, they normally hide behind sunglasses of huge sizes. That is our rendition of the beauty and the beast.
Is it the fault of anyone that these things are happening? Can someone tell me why ladies prefer guys with cars and other goodies of life? Is it love or sheer gold-digging? So when all those goodies are no more, what happens? Is it not also surprising that guys also behave the same way? If all guys want to go after just the beautiful girls, who should go after the not so elegant ones? If all guys are running from the very fat ladies, who should go and suffer the fate of carrying such load?
A lot of questions run through my mind when I think about love and relationship. Is love just about going to the movies and eating the not so palatable popcorns? Is it just about buying “panther” and shaking the bed and body like never before? Is it just about doing ‘anadwo ye de’?Is love about a one-sided comfort? Should love not transcend some physical boundaries? Is love not more expensive than a C-class Mercedes? As the song rolled in the auditorium, I just stole a quick glance at this epitome of beauty who was seated right beside me. The question that I asked myself was that should have a genuine feeling for this lady, would she reciprocate it, if I had no car or at least 1000 cedis in my bank account? It’s a question for another day.
Do we really look into the future when we are taking such lifetime decisions? One marriage that fascinates me so much is that of the Rawlingses. A young lady, a university graduate from the royal family of the Asante kingdom getting married to anO’level stop-over graduate, a common soldier and poor Ewe young man with no inheritance or promising future? Did Nana Konadu ever dream that she was actually getting married to a future president of Ghana? Did Michelle Obama know she was getting married to the most powerful man on earth when she agreed to Barack Obama’s love proposal?
Love is still a mystery that has not been unraveled but has been adulterated. It is now so difficult to figure out exactly what it really means. However, what we should not forget is that we live in a world which does not believe in fair play. The only rule that still works in this world is ‘SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST’. So next time someone snatches your sweetheart from your very hands with some mechanical advantage, just withdraw and re-draw your battle plans. Do you know what sucks in this world the most? It is to see the one you love, love someone else. It is like someone pushing a sharp two-edged dagger through your heart.
However the case may be, the world does not always give us what we want and it will forever remain unfair. I strongly believe though that if you fight so well and gallantly, you might win the heart of that beautiful princess or that charming prince who always melt your heart. Next time you are turned down because you cannot afford a luxurious gadget that will draw your dream girl or dream boy to you, just pause and say ‘MY TIME WILL COME’. That draws my mind to Doris Day’s “QUE SERA SERA, whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Let’s just wait patiently and see the future unfold before us. WHAT WILL BE WILL BE!!!
THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO EMMANUELLA NAA BESA NUNOO, a new friend whose company I am beginning to enjoy so much.
Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
It was a warm but solemn Saturday night. I was seated in the KNUST Law auditorium with a very elegant princess by my side. It was the stage performance of the BBC award-winning play, ‘IN THE CHEST OF A WOMAN’. The play in itself was another show of the beautiful but complex African heritage. However before the play itself, there was a soul inspiring musical performance by two gentlemen. These two gentlemen with appealing voices and thought provoking lyrics did a song titled “MY TIME WILL COME”. The song simply talks about the difficulties some guys face on campus in their quest to win the heart of a beautiful damsel, all because they do not have some of the luxurious luxuries of life like cars, flashy and sophisticated electronic gadgets and other stuffs. The song continues that those unfortunate gentlemen can only watch as their heart desires are thrown to the wind. However the determined ones will always declare that ‘my time will come’. His time will come when he will be a big man and be cruising in better cars and even yachts. His time will come when he can afford to spread ten ladies at the same time at McDonalds. His time will come that he can pay for a movie just for two people at Silverbird or even have a larger cinema in his own house.
In the old country tune “COWARD OF THE COUNTY”, Kenny Rogers reiterated that, there is someone for everyone. I used to believe in that a lot until I stepped foot on campus. I used to believe that once you were a good looking guy, it was very easy getting any lady at all into your fold. However different stories exist on campus. One of such stories is the ‘BEAUTY AND THE BEAST’ story. It is not just an ancient fable. It is happening. It surprises me when I see a very beautiful lady jilt her equally good looking boyfriend for a not so pleasant looking guy who has a nice car. Normally because of their cars you wouldn’t see the full length of their unpleasant figures and features. Worse of all, they normally hide behind sunglasses of huge sizes. That is our rendition of the beauty and the beast.
Is it the fault of anyone that these things are happening? Can someone tell me why ladies prefer guys with cars and other goodies of life? Is it love or sheer gold-digging? So when all those goodies are no more, what happens? Is it not also surprising that guys also behave the same way? If all guys want to go after just the beautiful girls, who should go after the not so elegant ones? If all guys are running from the very fat ladies, who should go and suffer the fate of carrying such load?
A lot of questions run through my mind when I think about love and relationship. Is love just about going to the movies and eating the not so palatable popcorns? Is it just about buying “panther” and shaking the bed and body like never before? Is it just about doing ‘anadwo ye de’?Is love about a one-sided comfort? Should love not transcend some physical boundaries? Is love not more expensive than a C-class Mercedes? As the song rolled in the auditorium, I just stole a quick glance at this epitome of beauty who was seated right beside me. The question that I asked myself was that should have a genuine feeling for this lady, would she reciprocate it, if I had no car or at least 1000 cedis in my bank account? It’s a question for another day.
Do we really look into the future when we are taking such lifetime decisions? One marriage that fascinates me so much is that of the Rawlingses. A young lady, a university graduate from the royal family of the Asante kingdom getting married to anO’level stop-over graduate, a common soldier and poor Ewe young man with no inheritance or promising future? Did Nana Konadu ever dream that she was actually getting married to a future president of Ghana? Did Michelle Obama know she was getting married to the most powerful man on earth when she agreed to Barack Obama’s love proposal?
Love is still a mystery that has not been unraveled but has been adulterated. It is now so difficult to figure out exactly what it really means. However, what we should not forget is that we live in a world which does not believe in fair play. The only rule that still works in this world is ‘SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST’. So next time someone snatches your sweetheart from your very hands with some mechanical advantage, just withdraw and re-draw your battle plans. Do you know what sucks in this world the most? It is to see the one you love, love someone else. It is like someone pushing a sharp two-edged dagger through your heart.
However the case may be, the world does not always give us what we want and it will forever remain unfair. I strongly believe though that if you fight so well and gallantly, you might win the heart of that beautiful princess or that charming prince who always melt your heart. Next time you are turned down because you cannot afford a luxurious gadget that will draw your dream girl or dream boy to you, just pause and say ‘MY TIME WILL COME’. That draws my mind to Doris Day’s “QUE SERA SERA, whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Let’s just wait patiently and see the future unfold before us. WHAT WILL BE WILL BE!!!
THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO EMMANUELLA NAA BESA NUNOO, a new friend whose company I am beginning to enjoy so much.
Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
LOVE RELOADED PART TWO
LOVE RELOADED – PART TWO. THE PROPOSAL.
Kwasi Brookman read through his latest love story and a fine line of joy drew on his face. He screams, ‘this is a hit’. He types the script and prints it out. He reads over again, and it looked like finally, he was getting closer to his source of internal peace and real satisfaction. Off went the beep tone of his phone, signalling he has a new text message. He picks his phone, opens his inbox and a smile cut across his face. It was from that young lady, who has become the newest sensation in his life. Miriam Ashorkor is her name. Whatever the content of that message was, it might be some good news of a sort.
How come he is always thinking about this daughter of grandmother Eve day in, day out? Her beauty has hypnotised him. Her voice is as soothing as the sound of river Jordan. The dark and long typical African hair that descended down her back looked like placing the Eiffel tower of Paris in the middle of New York City. Her lips were as inviting as strawberry and as nice and full as the best description that can ever be given. Her face spat more elegance than California’s Golden Bridge. Her fair, slim and tender body were like the glorious days of the Biblical lily flower. Miriam was beauty epitomised.
Why will he be thinking about her so much? What was about her that has made him so speechless? Why is he always talking about her nowadays? Is she the one to come? Or he should keep waiting for the right time and the right person. Won’t it be too late? Is he not gradually pushing his heart unto the chopping board of another love butcher? What happened to his new found love for writing love stories? What was happening to him? Is it lust? Oh no! Has he not seen ladies like that before? Is it the mere instinct to just be friends with her or it was his life-long weakness that was reactivating itself? It was then that it dawned on him that he was in love with Miriam. ‘Oh Holy Jesus!’ he shouted. ‘Why me again and why this time?’
Kwasi Brookman is in love again. This time it is not a fat lady, which has become his trademark, but a slim lady. What should he do? Should he wait for all the signals? Should he go ahead and propose to her? Will she accept his heart and pamper it for him? Is she single? What if she says no? Won’t it affect his project work? Kwasi is burning up. His heart is on fire and who will quench this fire for him. A fire that is threatening to consume his very existence on earth. Is Miriam the right person for him? Will she not be a good companion?
He quickly remembered the title of one love story that he wrote when that girl with the half way dimple broke his heart, ‘FAINT HEART NEVER WINS FAIR LADY’. Added to that, he is a Katangee and his motto tells him not to rest until he achieves what he desires. He resolved to take the bull by the horn and the heart. He decided to pour waters from his pot of love unto the feet of Miriam. As to if she will bend down and take a sip or will chuckle and muddy the water, he had no fair idea. He picked his phone and started to dial her number. He realised his hands were shaking. He called and asks if she could come over. As typical of the magic that is tied to this damsel, she said she was on her way.
His mind started racing. How was he going to start? What will he even say? Should he say God revealed it to him that they should be bonded in holy matrimony? What if she gets angry and storms out of the room. What if she says she is not interested? Will he be able to look at her again? What if she says yes? What will he do after that? Hug her and give her the most passionate kiss ever? Should he kneel in front of her or he should relax on his bed?
As he waited for one of the most important hours of his current life, he whiled the time away by writing another love story. As he was about to conclude the story, he heard a gentle knock on his door. His heart missed ten beats at once. He straightened up and opens the door. The figure at the gate blurred his vision. Her beauty was too bright. The hug that followed worsened his case. She just fitted perfectly into his missing rib gap. She sat down majestically beside him and smiled at him. That smile dazed Kwasi.
Kwasi mustered courage and poured out his heart out to her. He did it amidst double beating of his heart, sweats and stammers. Finally he managed to at least make his desires known to her. After those few minutes that looked like eternity, he wiped his sweats and waited for a response from her. His heart stopped beating and was now pounding at triple speed. She cleared her throat with a face that showed no expression as she prepares to give a response to Kwasi. As she does that, Kwasi quickly puts down the last sentence of his love story, ‘THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS NOT A GIFT TO MAN, BUT ONLY A BRIBE.
Dedicated to whom to may concern. Watch out for PART III
By: Courage Ahiati
Courageislove@gmail.com
Kwasi Brookman read through his latest love story and a fine line of joy drew on his face. He screams, ‘this is a hit’. He types the script and prints it out. He reads over again, and it looked like finally, he was getting closer to his source of internal peace and real satisfaction. Off went the beep tone of his phone, signalling he has a new text message. He picks his phone, opens his inbox and a smile cut across his face. It was from that young lady, who has become the newest sensation in his life. Miriam Ashorkor is her name. Whatever the content of that message was, it might be some good news of a sort.
How come he is always thinking about this daughter of grandmother Eve day in, day out? Her beauty has hypnotised him. Her voice is as soothing as the sound of river Jordan. The dark and long typical African hair that descended down her back looked like placing the Eiffel tower of Paris in the middle of New York City. Her lips were as inviting as strawberry and as nice and full as the best description that can ever be given. Her face spat more elegance than California’s Golden Bridge. Her fair, slim and tender body were like the glorious days of the Biblical lily flower. Miriam was beauty epitomised.
Why will he be thinking about her so much? What was about her that has made him so speechless? Why is he always talking about her nowadays? Is she the one to come? Or he should keep waiting for the right time and the right person. Won’t it be too late? Is he not gradually pushing his heart unto the chopping board of another love butcher? What happened to his new found love for writing love stories? What was happening to him? Is it lust? Oh no! Has he not seen ladies like that before? Is it the mere instinct to just be friends with her or it was his life-long weakness that was reactivating itself? It was then that it dawned on him that he was in love with Miriam. ‘Oh Holy Jesus!’ he shouted. ‘Why me again and why this time?’
Kwasi Brookman is in love again. This time it is not a fat lady, which has become his trademark, but a slim lady. What should he do? Should he wait for all the signals? Should he go ahead and propose to her? Will she accept his heart and pamper it for him? Is she single? What if she says no? Won’t it affect his project work? Kwasi is burning up. His heart is on fire and who will quench this fire for him. A fire that is threatening to consume his very existence on earth. Is Miriam the right person for him? Will she not be a good companion?
He quickly remembered the title of one love story that he wrote when that girl with the half way dimple broke his heart, ‘FAINT HEART NEVER WINS FAIR LADY’. Added to that, he is a Katangee and his motto tells him not to rest until he achieves what he desires. He resolved to take the bull by the horn and the heart. He decided to pour waters from his pot of love unto the feet of Miriam. As to if she will bend down and take a sip or will chuckle and muddy the water, he had no fair idea. He picked his phone and started to dial her number. He realised his hands were shaking. He called and asks if she could come over. As typical of the magic that is tied to this damsel, she said she was on her way.
His mind started racing. How was he going to start? What will he even say? Should he say God revealed it to him that they should be bonded in holy matrimony? What if she gets angry and storms out of the room. What if she says she is not interested? Will he be able to look at her again? What if she says yes? What will he do after that? Hug her and give her the most passionate kiss ever? Should he kneel in front of her or he should relax on his bed?
As he waited for one of the most important hours of his current life, he whiled the time away by writing another love story. As he was about to conclude the story, he heard a gentle knock on his door. His heart missed ten beats at once. He straightened up and opens the door. The figure at the gate blurred his vision. Her beauty was too bright. The hug that followed worsened his case. She just fitted perfectly into his missing rib gap. She sat down majestically beside him and smiled at him. That smile dazed Kwasi.
Kwasi mustered courage and poured out his heart out to her. He did it amidst double beating of his heart, sweats and stammers. Finally he managed to at least make his desires known to her. After those few minutes that looked like eternity, he wiped his sweats and waited for a response from her. His heart stopped beating and was now pounding at triple speed. She cleared her throat with a face that showed no expression as she prepares to give a response to Kwasi. As she does that, Kwasi quickly puts down the last sentence of his love story, ‘THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS NOT A GIFT TO MAN, BUT ONLY A BRIBE.
Dedicated to whom to may concern. Watch out for PART III
By: Courage Ahiati
Courageislove@gmail.com
LOVE RELOADED PART ONE
LOVE RELOADED; THE WOES OF A SUITOR.
Kwasi Brookman is his name. He is extremely handsome and has got the Midas touch. He has numerous female friends and is seen as a darling boy of ladies both on campus and outside. Unfortunately, he has not been able to win the heart of any of them. They are all his babies but he cannot make any of them his angel. Try as much as he had, none of them seemed to be prepared to give her heart to him. Yet still they all love him and always want to be around him.
The clock is ticking louder and much faster for Kwasi. He is in his final year and would be leaving the walls of the university very soon. Are all his toils going down the drains? He has carried chairs and buckets of water for three years for different kinds of ladies. He has made time for each of his female friends. He had provided a shoulder for them to cry on when they need arose. He had gone to the movies together with them and helped them with their assignments for three years. He has done almost what a perfect gentleman will do for a lady he loves. He has spent time making all these ladies happy to the extent of even them cracking their ribs.
Today, as Kwasi sits in the discomfort of his room, numerous unanswerable questions flood his mind. Where did he go wrong? Don’t ladies love good guys? Are they scared because of his numerous female friends? Is it his destiny that is playing pranks on him or it is life that is lashing him unduly? Will he ever get answers to these questions? Would someone pop out of the blue and sweep him off his feet? Will someone excite his heart and give him the opportunity to make her, his angel?
Annoyingly enough, all his female friends have got boyfriends. Anytime their boyfriends are around them, Kwasi is not relevant. They forget totally about him. When they coincidentally meet him on the way, they only wave him with their fragile left hands and with wicked smiles. When he calls their phones, their boyfriends pick it up and scare the hell out of him. The moment their boyfriends pull away for a minute, they put undue pressure on Kwasi to play that role of a perfect lover and fill the gap for the real owners. He has therefore become a stop-gap lover. If he fails to do that, hell will break loose on him. Surprisingly enough, a weakness in Kwasi makes it difficult for him to turn his back towards them. He seems to have an unflinching love for his female friends. Is it that Kwasi doesn’t know what he wants in life or destiny demands that Kwasi stays single.
All the sausages he had bought, the call cards he had purchased, the “anadwo ye ders” he had done. He recalls the night walks with some of them along the serene and lonely streets of campus. He remembers vividly how Akosua used to play with the hair on his chest. He reminisces those times he will share Nourisher fruit drink and ‘kelewele’ with Oforiwaa. Or is it because he is so much linked to Katanga? Is it the fear that he has a spiritual inclination towards a hall that has so many mysteries surrounding it that scares the ladies away? Is he not so hardworking and so friendly at church?
Kwasi is so heartbroken. He looks at his Facebook friendship list and it is full of ladies. A look at their various pages, and they all are in relationships. Gosh! He must not allow this to continue. He must stop this continues shredding apart of his heart. He must find a permanent solution to this problem. It is this that leads him to what he loves most. Something that will not break his heart. Something that gives him inner satisfaction and boost his ego. He decides to keep more to himself and write about utopia love stories. Writing brings much joy to his heart, joy that cannot be injured. The beauty of life comes smiling back as his ink transfers unto the sheets of paper. If he cannot live the love life that he dreams of, at least he can write about it.
Just as he had almost forgotten all about those girls who have brought more pain to his heart than joy, this angel of a human being appears on the scene. Her beauty has hypnotized him and her very presence has charmed him. Is this going to happen to him again? Is she real? Will she stay? Is she the one to come or he should wait for the Messiah? Is she single or she is engaged just like the others? Is she also a heart breaker or she has come to join the pieces of his heart together and give them a magic healing.
As he thinks about her, he hurriedly puts down the last sentence of his latest love story, ‘THE MOST PAINFUL THING IN LIFE IS TO SEE THE ONE YOU LOVE, LOVING SOMEONE ELSE’
NB: Dedicated to all who find a part of them in this story.
By: Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
Kwasi Brookman is his name. He is extremely handsome and has got the Midas touch. He has numerous female friends and is seen as a darling boy of ladies both on campus and outside. Unfortunately, he has not been able to win the heart of any of them. They are all his babies but he cannot make any of them his angel. Try as much as he had, none of them seemed to be prepared to give her heart to him. Yet still they all love him and always want to be around him.
The clock is ticking louder and much faster for Kwasi. He is in his final year and would be leaving the walls of the university very soon. Are all his toils going down the drains? He has carried chairs and buckets of water for three years for different kinds of ladies. He has made time for each of his female friends. He had provided a shoulder for them to cry on when they need arose. He had gone to the movies together with them and helped them with their assignments for three years. He has done almost what a perfect gentleman will do for a lady he loves. He has spent time making all these ladies happy to the extent of even them cracking their ribs.
Today, as Kwasi sits in the discomfort of his room, numerous unanswerable questions flood his mind. Where did he go wrong? Don’t ladies love good guys? Are they scared because of his numerous female friends? Is it his destiny that is playing pranks on him or it is life that is lashing him unduly? Will he ever get answers to these questions? Would someone pop out of the blue and sweep him off his feet? Will someone excite his heart and give him the opportunity to make her, his angel?
Annoyingly enough, all his female friends have got boyfriends. Anytime their boyfriends are around them, Kwasi is not relevant. They forget totally about him. When they coincidentally meet him on the way, they only wave him with their fragile left hands and with wicked smiles. When he calls their phones, their boyfriends pick it up and scare the hell out of him. The moment their boyfriends pull away for a minute, they put undue pressure on Kwasi to play that role of a perfect lover and fill the gap for the real owners. He has therefore become a stop-gap lover. If he fails to do that, hell will break loose on him. Surprisingly enough, a weakness in Kwasi makes it difficult for him to turn his back towards them. He seems to have an unflinching love for his female friends. Is it that Kwasi doesn’t know what he wants in life or destiny demands that Kwasi stays single.
All the sausages he had bought, the call cards he had purchased, the “anadwo ye ders” he had done. He recalls the night walks with some of them along the serene and lonely streets of campus. He remembers vividly how Akosua used to play with the hair on his chest. He reminisces those times he will share Nourisher fruit drink and ‘kelewele’ with Oforiwaa. Or is it because he is so much linked to Katanga? Is it the fear that he has a spiritual inclination towards a hall that has so many mysteries surrounding it that scares the ladies away? Is he not so hardworking and so friendly at church?
Kwasi is so heartbroken. He looks at his Facebook friendship list and it is full of ladies. A look at their various pages, and they all are in relationships. Gosh! He must not allow this to continue. He must stop this continues shredding apart of his heart. He must find a permanent solution to this problem. It is this that leads him to what he loves most. Something that will not break his heart. Something that gives him inner satisfaction and boost his ego. He decides to keep more to himself and write about utopia love stories. Writing brings much joy to his heart, joy that cannot be injured. The beauty of life comes smiling back as his ink transfers unto the sheets of paper. If he cannot live the love life that he dreams of, at least he can write about it.
Just as he had almost forgotten all about those girls who have brought more pain to his heart than joy, this angel of a human being appears on the scene. Her beauty has hypnotized him and her very presence has charmed him. Is this going to happen to him again? Is she real? Will she stay? Is she the one to come or he should wait for the Messiah? Is she single or she is engaged just like the others? Is she also a heart breaker or she has come to join the pieces of his heart together and give them a magic healing.
As he thinks about her, he hurriedly puts down the last sentence of his latest love story, ‘THE MOST PAINFUL THING IN LIFE IS TO SEE THE ONE YOU LOVE, LOVING SOMEONE ELSE’
NB: Dedicated to all who find a part of them in this story.
By: Courage Ahiati
courageislove@gmail.com
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