SERIES OF A WANDERER - The woman I met


On a bright sunny afternoon when nothing seems to happen, I stood up to think of what I could do with my wasted life, I took a stroll on the streets with no particular aim or place, a wanderer like most of the first settlers in mother Ghana. I happen to come across a person, beautifully made and adorned that one could not look at twice without making a glance and licking the lips. This lady happens to seeking to go the same route I was plying. The only difference was that she was
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waiting for a moving vehicle to jump onto and I was using my feet as my motion boat.
I usually don't take risk of approaching damsels because I hate to be bounced. But in this case I thought of taking chances lose. I made a bold step coupled with courage to approach her. Like A.B. Crenstsil would say in one of songs with Bice Osei Kuffuor (Obour), I went forward to ask her name and she mentioned a very beautiful name that I could have never known. Her name was Emerald. I thought to myself, where could she be heading, this thought did not stay just in my mind but came out through my bocal cavity only to told the destination just like mine. 
As a good orator, I was able to convince her to stroll with me to the destination which we both shared. While on this transit, I caught her attention with my many jokes and she was aroused and I bet she fell to my trap even before I told her my mind of professing my interest in her personality and wish to make her mine own. 
When we got to our destination,  we sat at joint around the church were people would hardly see us. That was when I broke the news to her professing my interest and telling her how I could not take my eyes off when I saw her from afar but was scared to be given a bounce of my life. She laughed and said the moment I got close she felt an attraction she has never felt. That was when I realised that the mixture of gases in chemistry is real.
We exchanged contacts and she led me into the church for the programme she had come for. Not wanting to lose sight of her and keep my heart skipping beats unnecessarily because someone might steal the jewel from me, I made the best decision by attending the programme and sitting next to her so I can stare her face like staring at the mirror and protecting her like the special forces at the "galamsey sites". 
We journeyed back with me going all the way to her home to make sure she has entered her room. On my way to home, I kept taking shots of her beauty in my mind eye. That night I had the best dream where I saw myself with her at the seashore making plans for the future in eachother's arms.
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Unknown said…
Wow... Nice story
Anonymous said…
👍👍 good one
Unknown said…
Exceptional!!..

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