Etched V
Eish! Charley do you know research has shown that you're 'buei '!😁😍🙌
Just a couple of days ago we reached two thousand views which is so incredible because when I started this blog, I never imagined I could engage that many people but here we are.... So first , I'm thankful to my God and then to you... Yes you!...I love you and thank you 😘 Ooooo, I see somebody(you know ya self) rolling their eyes at me for not posting this chapter yesterday, well I apologize wae. 😆
I'd like to dedicate today's chapter to all of us who are also core fans of the sensational Ebony(a brief minute silence) ...my condolences Charley 😰
Here's where we left it in chapter 4:
"And then what happened?!" Kwesi,my younger brother, asked with all the ebullience he could muster as we sat in the Yoko's Jewellery shop waiting for the shop attendant to bring my order.
"Oh...i don't know...life kind of happened...we graduated...she won a scholarship to study law at Oxford in the UK after her first degree...and I went on to get my first degree and later my masters in Literature-In-English," I answered absent-mindedly.
"Hoh! That much I know...I mean what happened after you kissed her?" Kwesi asserted impatiently, naturally wanting to know what happened in the story I had been telling him since we got to Yoko's to collect the rings for my wedding.
"I'll tell you some other time ," I promised him.
"Nope...you won't...I know this trick of yours Dwomoh...ever since we were kids, you'll promise to continue an interesting Ananse story you'll tell me but you almost always never did...I'm 28 now and do you know I'm still waiting for you to tell me what happened after Kweku Ananse pretended he had died and got buried in his farm?" Kwesi retorted.
"Oh...you poor baby," I said while pouting my lips and we both burst into laughter. Presently, the shop attendant was seen approaching with my order. He was a French expatriate, thin and stout but his eyes showed he was a wordly-wise man. He held a little black case in his hand and spoke impeccable English with a French accent.
"Here is your order sir," he remarked when he opened the case for us to behold its contents.
"Wow!...they are beautiful!...it's that real gold?" kwesi exclaimed taking the wind out of my sails because I was going to say the exact words. He was the only one apart from Eloise who could do that.
"Si monsieur...it is 'real gold' as you put it...24 carat gold...real masterpieces made by our excellent craftsmen in Switzerland,"the shop attendant whose name tag read 'A. Claude' stated proudly.
"Okay...Merçi beaucoup," I said while taking the case from Claude.Closing it, I told him we were leaving and my brother followed sheepishly behind obviously still in awe of what he had seen.
"24 carat gold!....Philip Dwomoh!...who is paying for that?...Abigail's parents I believe?" Kwesi quizzed as we drove homebound.
"Yeah...you're not far from right...they insisted even after I protested but eventually they won," I said in response.
Immediately, my brother got on his knees and clasped his hands together as if in prayer.
"What are you doing!?" I exclaimed in cofusion.
"What do you think?...I am praying too so God gives me a girl whose parents are loaded as Abigail's parents," he joked and heartily burst out into laughter. That tickled and got me laughing too. My brother was beyond needing deliverence.
Yes, I was Philip Dwomoh from Nkwanta,an ordinary town among the throng of towns in the country. And yes I was marrying Abigail Nukpor -Ankrah, a third generational Ewe whose parents were wealthy socialites and yes I couldn't believe my luck! I mean it's not that I'm not okay myself but still.... My luck!
We met while pursuing our masters at the University of Ghana. She was smart, beautiful and intelligent but not 'Eloise' intelligent...nobody was 'Eloise' intelligent.
After going-out for sometime, we both decided we were in love and after three years of going out, we had finally decided to marry.
"So you really won't tell me what happened after you kissed her?" kwesi accosted me after we had driven in silence for a while. I looked at him and smiled. I loved suspense. It was the greatest of all the countless literary device i had studied in school. It tasked the reader's expectations and had him guessing at every turn and Kwesi ,my brother, was entangled in its web.
"Fine...i give up...if you won't tell me aaa...take it...I'll ask 'Loise when i see her myself...she'll be coming for the wedding right?" my brother let out after he received no reply from me.
"Of course she will...she's my best man after all" I stated calmly while peering at my watch. It read 5 o'clock pm .
"Her plane must be touching down by now," I added.
It was going to be a pleasure to see her after all these years. We did talk on the phone usually but that was nothing compared to standing in the presence of the girl i had once loved with all of me.
"'Once loved huh?' that sounded good" I thought as I drove into the estate house the Nukpor-Ankrahs had bought us at East Legon...
*(somewhere at Kotoka International)*
Eloise got down from the plane jet-lagged and after going through the formal disembarkation procedures, she met her mother who had come to the airport to receive her. Mother and only daughter were overjoyed to see each other. Eloise had graduated top of her class at Oxford.
She was going to be a great lawyer and it was all she ever wanted: To make something of herself so her late father's relatives would be put to shame(they who had prevented her and her mother from inheriting her father's properties), so she could make a lot of money and make a better life for herself and her mother. She felt that was all she needed to be happy but what was this emptiness she felt within?
She tried her best to hide her worries from her mother as they boarded the Toyota Corolla she had bought her mother the previous year.
"Did you hear Dwomoh is getting married?" her mother, Auntie Kuukua, asked her.
"Of course Ma...I'm his best man," she uttered in response.
"You these young people of today...you'll never cease to amaze me ooo...even today, a best man can be a woman?" her mother let out in cofusion and she tried her best to laugh but something...an unusual feeling tugged at her. What was it....this feeling? Yes, it was the thought of Phyll getting married.
"Why did it bother her so much?" she thought as the driver turned into the main road and increased the volume of the car's radio to full blast....( next chapter here)
Surprise: Next chapter will be posted today in the afternoon 😁😋🙌
PS : Charley, don't keep it to yourself, share with your friends and family or enemies 😂
Also champion we would love to hear how the reading went, let us know what you think about the piece by commenting in the 'google +' box below wae... We won't make dull in replying kraaa wae 🙌 Or you can email me your feedback at jrockety46@gmail.com 😉
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Just a couple of days ago we reached two thousand views which is so incredible because when I started this blog, I never imagined I could engage that many people but here we are.... So first , I'm thankful to my God and then to you... Yes you!...I love you and thank you 😘 Ooooo, I see somebody(you know ya self) rolling their eyes at me for not posting this chapter yesterday, well I apologize wae. 😆
I'd like to dedicate today's chapter to all of us who are also core fans of the sensational Ebony(a brief minute silence) ...my condolences Charley 😰
Here's where we left it in chapter 4:
" I caught her hand in mine just before she pulled away, startling her.
When she looked into my eyes once again, my expression was intense, almost threatening.
For a moment, Lois thought maybe I was angry, but before she could ponder it further, I yanked her to me and covered her mouth with mine in a gentle kiss..."
And now we present to you Chapter v.... Happy reading! 😁
Eish but quick before that no, we got a surprise for you at the end wae😉
Chapter 5
"And then what happened?!" Kwesi,my younger brother, asked with all the ebullience he could muster as we sat in the Yoko's Jewellery shop waiting for the shop attendant to bring my order.
"Oh...i don't know...life kind of happened...we graduated...she won a scholarship to study law at Oxford in the UK after her first degree...and I went on to get my first degree and later my masters in Literature-In-English," I answered absent-mindedly.
"Hoh! That much I know...I mean what happened after you kissed her?" Kwesi asserted impatiently, naturally wanting to know what happened in the story I had been telling him since we got to Yoko's to collect the rings for my wedding.
"I'll tell you some other time ," I promised him.
"Nope...you won't...I know this trick of yours Dwomoh...ever since we were kids, you'll promise to continue an interesting Ananse story you'll tell me but you almost always never did...I'm 28 now and do you know I'm still waiting for you to tell me what happened after Kweku Ananse pretended he had died and got buried in his farm?" Kwesi retorted.
"Oh...you poor baby," I said while pouting my lips and we both burst into laughter. Presently, the shop attendant was seen approaching with my order. He was a French expatriate, thin and stout but his eyes showed he was a wordly-wise man. He held a little black case in his hand and spoke impeccable English with a French accent.
"Here is your order sir," he remarked when he opened the case for us to behold its contents.
"Wow!...they are beautiful!...it's that real gold?" kwesi exclaimed taking the wind out of my sails because I was going to say the exact words. He was the only one apart from Eloise who could do that.
"Si monsieur...it is 'real gold' as you put it...24 carat gold...real masterpieces made by our excellent craftsmen in Switzerland,"the shop attendant whose name tag read 'A. Claude' stated proudly.
"Okay...Merçi beaucoup," I said while taking the case from Claude.Closing it, I told him we were leaving and my brother followed sheepishly behind obviously still in awe of what he had seen.
"24 carat gold!....Philip Dwomoh!...who is paying for that?...Abigail's parents I believe?" Kwesi quizzed as we drove homebound.
"Yeah...you're not far from right...they insisted even after I protested but eventually they won," I said in response.
Immediately, my brother got on his knees and clasped his hands together as if in prayer.
"What are you doing!?" I exclaimed in cofusion.
"What do you think?...I am praying too so God gives me a girl whose parents are loaded as Abigail's parents," he joked and heartily burst out into laughter. That tickled and got me laughing too. My brother was beyond needing deliverence.
Yes, I was Philip Dwomoh from Nkwanta,an ordinary town among the throng of towns in the country. And yes I was marrying Abigail Nukpor -Ankrah, a third generational Ewe whose parents were wealthy socialites and yes I couldn't believe my luck! I mean it's not that I'm not okay myself but still.... My luck!
We met while pursuing our masters at the University of Ghana. She was smart, beautiful and intelligent but not 'Eloise' intelligent...nobody was 'Eloise' intelligent.
After going-out for sometime, we both decided we were in love and after three years of going out, we had finally decided to marry.
"So you really won't tell me what happened after you kissed her?" kwesi accosted me after we had driven in silence for a while. I looked at him and smiled. I loved suspense. It was the greatest of all the countless literary device i had studied in school. It tasked the reader's expectations and had him guessing at every turn and Kwesi ,my brother, was entangled in its web.
"Fine...i give up...if you won't tell me aaa...take it...I'll ask 'Loise when i see her myself...she'll be coming for the wedding right?" my brother let out after he received no reply from me.
"Of course she will...she's my best man after all" I stated calmly while peering at my watch. It read 5 o'clock pm .
"Her plane must be touching down by now," I added.
It was going to be a pleasure to see her after all these years. We did talk on the phone usually but that was nothing compared to standing in the presence of the girl i had once loved with all of me.
"'Once loved huh?' that sounded good" I thought as I drove into the estate house the Nukpor-Ankrahs had bought us at East Legon...
*(somewhere at Kotoka International)*
Eloise got down from the plane jet-lagged and after going through the formal disembarkation procedures, she met her mother who had come to the airport to receive her. Mother and only daughter were overjoyed to see each other. Eloise had graduated top of her class at Oxford.
She was going to be a great lawyer and it was all she ever wanted: To make something of herself so her late father's relatives would be put to shame(they who had prevented her and her mother from inheriting her father's properties), so she could make a lot of money and make a better life for herself and her mother. She felt that was all she needed to be happy but what was this emptiness she felt within?
She tried her best to hide her worries from her mother as they boarded the Toyota Corolla she had bought her mother the previous year.
"Did you hear Dwomoh is getting married?" her mother, Auntie Kuukua, asked her.
"Of course Ma...I'm his best man," she uttered in response.
"You these young people of today...you'll never cease to amaze me ooo...even today, a best man can be a woman?" her mother let out in cofusion and she tried her best to laugh but something...an unusual feeling tugged at her. What was it....this feeling? Yes, it was the thought of Phyll getting married.
"Why did it bother her so much?" she thought as the driver turned into the main road and increased the volume of the car's radio to full blast....( next chapter here)
Surprise: Next chapter will be posted today in the afternoon 😁😋🙌
PS : Charley, don't keep it to yourself, share with your friends and family or enemies 😂
Also champion we would love to hear how the reading went, let us know what you think about the piece by commenting in the 'google +' box below wae... We won't make dull in replying kraaa wae 🙌 Or you can email me your feedback at jrockety46@gmail.com 😉
PSS: Like our Facebook page by searching for "Zindagi46" and liking the page... See, is that simple meboa? 😂😂😍😍😍
Zataraxia ©
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