AFTERNOON TRIVIA Growing up, I mingled with many ladies from different nationalities. My first love was British. Then the dramas of life led me to the bosom of a Proud Ghanaian woman. I was still with the British Lady then. The polygamy in me, kept me in the rather wearying relationship with the two women. Then I met another British woman. Proud, fun and very much popular. It is a relationship I have kept till date. Along the line, my flings sent me to the warm embrace of A south African, A Nigerian and more recently a French lady of Ghanaian parentage. And it is this lady I will tell you about today. I had to see her this afternoon for a quick transaction, so I visited her. Even though age had taken its toll on her, she had the semblance of a modern young woman. Her dress was on point, but her beautiful make up was heavily set on a face that could not conceal its wrinkles. However, it was just the right tone for her skin. She she looked at me nonchalantly when I entered her modern apartment. Her eyes could not hide the emptiness in her life and around her. I asked how she was doing. She either did not hear me or she was distracted. But I had to ask again. Her wig was conservative, pretty much as her demeanor. I wanted to WhatsApp you but I realized you were not on WhatsApp. I said. She smiled. You know I am not so tech friendly even though I am trying to be. Texting and all these online stuff….kindda cool but I seem not to be get it right. She admitted. And I find it surprising because she is French! Westerner! Sometimes she comes across more backward than the Royal Ghanaian Lady I am flirting with… on the international level. You find me complicated, she said quietly to me. You think I am hard to reach, I am not everywhere, I have tight principles and standards, and I surround myself with old things and conservative thoughts. You will not understand what I have been through George…. you will not understand. I did not know whether to be sad for her or not. At least I am not an expensive woman to deal with… compared to your British lady and the other ladies around. She added. It is not about the cost, much as it counted; it is about the quality I find in you as I interact with you. I said. She was really empty. Haunting eyes, gaunt shoulders, weak bones, sagging skin; complete old wine in a new wine skin. I hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and left. When will I see you again George, she called out to me… I did not answer because I knew I will definitely go back to her again. A complicated relationship we have. Outside, her security guards, were just talking and chit chatting. I wonder why they are paid. I wish you could bring the French into your life baby….I wish you could…but honest truth be told, SOCIETE GENERALE, MY LOVE…YOU SUCK AS YOUR GHANAIAN BANK SSB…. Nothing will change as long as you polish on the old ways. The End. What? What story were you thinking you were reading? The sordid escapades of a Patriarch? You need the Lord!
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 14:55:06 +0000