Back at home in Kumasi, there was this handsome boy in my area who every girl was crushing on, including myself. He lived four houses across mine, and could hardly be seen in the area playing with the other boys; he was always home or outside sitting on their wall with some other guys chatting. He was about 13 or 15 years I think but liked the company of adults and you could see the reflection of that maturity in his behavior and how he spoke. He also had this nerd look although he was without a lens. A reflection of his intelligence was noticed from his fluency in the English language and how well he could choose and combine dictions. He had those big bags for school and his black shoes were always polished and shiny and had a sincere, true white socks – never off white like yours when you were in the Junior high.
Every teen knew Mr Quophi; an extreme prim and proper old man you could not enter his gates at a certain time of the day. He had his life standards so high that no one could measure up to him. His house stood out in the area – a two storey building with nice painting and flower plant decorations. It was not a surprise to have people admire it twice and even tenth time but when he catches you, he may probably ask you to stand right there for interrogations because you’re a thief that very moment until proven otherwise. Ho! He was really someway. It was the only house we couldn’t pluck mangoes. He will intentionally close his back gate and release his dogs if you try using there as a short route to the football park. He was really wicked, but he had a lovely son called Kofi – my crush – my clash!
Kofi was the guy every girl desired to date then. Well I can’t say for now cos it’s been years. He had an amazing swag from the other guys and always looked sharp in his colored polo shirts. You could not look at him twice and pass, you’ll obviously steal glances again. He had a very nice eyes with a smoky eye lid. Everything in his face looked proportional to the other; Pointed nose, equal lips – nude colored lips and the diastema made his face handsome to behold.
The first time I loved Kofi was on one evening when he passed a kind comment about my complexion and hairdo when I met him on my way home from the saloon. Prior to that, it was the ‘well I love him but couldn’t tell’ kind of thing. We were not even acquainted to start with. The comment was straight forward but the girl was so excited to have that come from her all time crush! You know what I mean. So I decided to demand an explanation just to prolong the conversation. I needed this time with him because It was all I longed for because na )d) no ataa me aky3! Ad3n? (Meaning I was so heads over heels in love with him). He kept saying one thing, “you should understand” but I refused to. The explanation led to another question and another question and boom! We were almost two hours gone. We spoke and laughed and confessed our sentiments. I could not believe my eyes that I was talking to Kofi. I felt privileged knowing I’m the second girl he’s spoken to. The girls who passed by at that time (around 6pm) with their refuse bin looked whispering to themselves about us: the same jealousy people show towards those who achieve their dreams. I was not surprised.
The favorite part was the anticipation for something more when Kofi finally admitted he liked me.
“I thought you never did!”I exclaimed “well yeah, maybe I didn’t want you to know. Because I have noticed how the girls behave towards the guys when they ask them out. I find it very pathetic but I think you’re different”
I could scream! My heart was dancing and my mind felt like bursting out! My eyes were watering, I could not help it. It was typical of those moments you wish were forever. The feeling was very sensational and the atmosphere was too right. Everything around us felt so much alive. I was numb to the cold weather and the mosquitoes that were sucking my blood. We sat right in front of a smelly-choked gutter but I smelled nothing.
Somewhere around 7pm, we saw Maame Nyarko heading towards Kofi’s house and he perceived she was after him so he asked for his leave. It was just a peg oo and he left. “Kofi” he turned on my call but I felt it was too early to ask that question so I paused “….. never mind. Hope we meet again. Goodnight”. He turned and left while my heart was screaming out for him as he headed out. Maame Nyarko suddenly became an enemy.
I realized Maame Nyarko was the only girl Kofi spoke to and played with – almost frequent. I wondered why. She was not any pretty special kind of girl too; she was a skinny colored girl with “squirreled -ears” who was in the same school with him and lived adjacent his house. I spoke better than she did, dressed better and walked better than she did. Although I was convinced through our conversation that I’m one different girl on his list, I still felt I was in competition with her.
They spoke too often and were escorts on each other’s errands. I didn’t understand and I felt Jealous! On several occasion I felt like screaming “Kofi is my boyfriend so stay off” to her so she understands but I could not because he just said he liked me not be my girl with the pleasure to say YES! My decision to help her understand our relationship led to a tragedy, one that I regretted instantly but I laugh over it today. It brought down the remarkable impressions he had about me and ended the beginning of a love story. You’re wondering what I did? Of course I told her to stay off! Kofi heard. Kofi got bored. The love turned into hatred.
THE DAMN END!!!
I could still remember the disdainful look he gave me when he met me at the back of his house one afternoon after school; I had myself all soiled up with dirts. It had rained that afternoon and had a mud splash on my uniform and body by a reckless driver.
Kofi became entirely bitter towards me but ironically, how he treated me, made me love him more. He became the wind I could feel but never catching in an embrace.
(C) eunice Godbless 2019