The First Time I Told A Lady “I Love You” (Part 3)

I became annealed and frozen in my chair. The librarian told us to leave; as I walk down the stairs, I missed almost every staircase. We didn’t talk to each other till we departed at the royal parade grounds. I went to my room inaudibly; no amount of joke could make me smile. It was a virgin Sunday morning but I couldn’t make it to church. As I laid on my bed,I began to think about how to pay the GHS1000 I borrowed from a friend to spend on Lordina. The school fees I sacrificed to buy her an iphone at a time when I was using a ‘Techiman Yam’ phone(not pona but as)bayer3) I mean Nokia 3310N. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to commit suicide.

I was expecting Lordina’s call to at least console me but the call never came.Later in the evening, she visited me in my room and we had a healthy chat. She apologized for the disappointment and said she thought I was just being generous to her. I wondered why she should think that a 21^st century guy will spend on a lady without any hidden agenda. Of course, if it was about generosity, I could have visited any orphanage home to donate my whole life to them. I told Lordina the truth that all those money I spent on her were borrowed. She promised to help me pay the debt. She applied for the study- and- work program on campus and from that token salary, we were able to settle the debt.

I was very impressed with her attitude and that beefed up our friendship and disappointed relationship. I didn’t bother to know anything about her again. I just wanted to manage the little shocking news for the timebeing until further notice. Our focus now was on our books and nothing else. I stopped giving her gifts and the Shawama. The pizza became “g)b3” which was even on rare occasions. We got closer and closer each day and did almost everything together with the exception of what you are thinking about. (wadwene b)ne). Through hard work and assiduous efforts, we graduated from the university with first class honors.Lordina really appreciated my effort to make her an academia. Her life changed totally after meeting me. The impact I made on her life was just remarkable.

Four months after our graduation, we were posted do to our national service. I think mine wasn’t a national service but a national punishment. I was posted to Odonkorkrom Primary School/Hipic Benefit to teach in class three. It was a typical village; I had to climb a coconut tree before I could make a call. I never heard the word ‘Dumsor’ because the village had no electricity. I had to walk to the nearest town before I could charge my phone. But fortunately for Lordina, She was posted to the Achimota branch of Cal Bank in Accra. That couldn’t separate us though; I climbed the coconut tree almost every day to talk to her.

It was a virgin Saturday morning and Lordina managed to visit me at Odonkokrom. It had been a while since we last met and for the first time I managed to hug her at Odonkorkrom lorry station when she alighted. We were the center of attraction since no one has ever hugged in the village before; they only saw it in movies. I took her to my place of abode; it was a wretched old building but surprisingly, she never showed any sign of displeasure with my abode.

I took her things to the room and as usual, we started sharing our experiences at the national service post. My experience was not a pleasant one, so I had to end it apparently. She told me the chronicles of things she was going through at the bank and by the time we realized it was late in the night and we had to go to bed. But before then, she said she wanted to tell me everything that led to her pregnancy after SHS. As I was curious to hear that story, I also had to decide whether to sleep in the same room with Lordina or to go and find a different room for her to sleep. Hmmm asem oo. To be continued…………”we are not children of a lesser god”

Ntenhene Felix
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