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03.07.2015 Feature Article

The First Time I Told A Lady “I Love You” (Part 1)

The First Time I Told A Lady I Love You Part 1
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“Prepare for my mid semester exams, it covers everything we’ve done, my duty is to give you the big picture; so that young intellectuals like you can search for the rest. I can’t give you everything here” Those were the words of my Political Thought II lecturer, Mr. Yartey. It was a hectic day and everyone in the class looked tucked out and we were all agog to leave the class.

As we all walked out of the class, the gale started blowing and within a New York minute (not Ghana minute) it started raining elephants and Wales for cats and dogs are too undersized to describe the rain that poured. My only expectation was that Noah’s ark could appear so that I quickly jump into it but the ark never came. We were all stuck in the CCB building and our dream of getting back to our hostels and halls came to naught.

I waited in the class for almost two hours but the rain never showed any sign of winding up. I decided to walk to the entrance to wait for a while. As I stood there with my hands folded on my chest, she stood right beside me. Did I hear you say who? Well, a pretty lady I had targeted since first year but never had the courage to approach her. At that moment I told myself, “Felix there will be no other sterling opportunity to interact with this angelic damsel than today, so be bold and talk to her.”

As I made an attempt to approach her, I could feel my heart beat in my foot, my blood pressure if checked at that moment would have declared me dead. But do I have to let this opportunity go away? No! I had been walking alone ever since I came to the University. The only friends I had were those old friends from SHS, and also, I went to a boys’ school. So do the math. Do I have to be walking alone always? Don’t I need a girl friend?’ This and many other questions started crying and racing in my head.

I started rehearsing what to tell her if I approached her. I started poaching fleeting looks at her just to attract her attention. Finally, I mastered the courage of Yaa Asantewaa.As I walk towards her, my legs started shaking, my balls shrunk and almost vanished but I never gave up

‘Hello, I am Ntenhene Felix, my lips started fumbling and the Felix sounded like “Ferish”’. I had to speak in tongues to regain my mind. Lordina was the name of the lady to earmark. “Felix how may I help you”? She asked me and I responded “Oh nothing”. Everything I rehearsed had vanished. On opening my mouth, the only words that could come were, “Lordina, don’t you think it will be appropriate if the government provides university students with umbrellas”? She stirred at me in an unusual way which made me knew that indeed I had asked a very silly question. Like Kalybos would say, ’me di nkwasia s3m’. I was totally off track.

The conversation proceeded and I kept on asking and giving silly questions and answers. At the end we got to know each other and we exchangedcontacts. I got to know that she was my course mate and resides in QUEENS HALL. As the conversation got deeper, a shuttle arrived and students started boarding it because the rain never showed any sign of stopping. She requested that I boarded the shuttle with her since I was also going to Republic hall. I declined the request with the reason that I wanted to walk as a way of exercising by body but in reality, I had no pesewa in my pocket. She insisted and I terribly agreed and boarded the shuttle. As I sat in the car I almost felt like I was travelling from Cape Three Point to Kulungugu. How to handle the embarrassment should the driver ask me for my fare was what I was thinking about. To be continued……………….”we are not children of a lesser god”

Ntenhene Felix
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KNUST.

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