Circumspecte

[I always found this kind of writing fascinating. So I decided to try my hands at one. Would be interesting to see what peeps make of it. Enjoy! ] Good Cop: Don’t click on it . Bad Cop: Oh, why ever not, you know you want to. Good Cop: Just don’t! You’re setting yourself back. Bad Cop: C’mon, it’s just a photo, geez Mother Theresa. Good Cop: Don’t, don’t…please. Too late. The page was loaded, and she succumbed herself to the painful pangs that slashed at her heart. He looked so happy. So dashing. So…without her. Good Cop: Why do you do this to me? To yourself? To Us? Why? She didn’t know why. But she kept coming back to this place. This no-man’s land. Where she saw everything she ever wanted, but never achieved. Bad Cop: You need this. You need to see the reality of the situation, and deal with it. And maybe, just maybe, after seeing it so many times, one day you’ll take a look and be numb to it all. But that day hadn’t yet come. So instead, she kept going...

God-fearing. Check.  Attractive. Check.  Interesting. Check.  Smart. Umm.  Funny. No comment.  Dimples. Zero.  Guess he’s already disqualified. And he’d looked like he had so much potential. The injustices of this world .  “Awura Adjoa, so what d’you think?”  “Huh?” She’d drifted away again as his voice droned on.  He chuckled, and smiled sweetly. “About the existence of extra-terrestrial beings. A definite yes or an undeniable no?”    And, he’s here sprouting nonsense! Unh-huh, that’s it, I’m out.  “Umm…I can’t be too sure,” she shifted her chair back and started putting her belongings in her handbag. “But, wow, would you look at the time, definitely way past my bedtime!” She smiled feebly, and grabbed her coat. “Gotta run! Nice..uhh…talking.” She made a beeline for the exit.  Just as she stepped off the restaurant onto the street she saw him get up from the corner of her eye.  Oh no , she groaned inwa...

Dear Diary, It’s the night of the big game and me and my boys are in front of the TV waiting patiently for the kick-off. We are evenly divided, four of us supporting Arsenal and the other four supporting Man United. The tension in the room is so apparent as the match commences. With sporadic shouts of “what dey wrong this player” and the usual “Oh!” So many minutes have passed but no goal and frustrations are beginning to show. I’m not talking about frustrations on the pitch mind you, but in our mini stadium. “I don’t even know why we bought this player, he’s useless”, Ekow declares. Five minutes later, the useless player scores th e opener for Man United. Kojo’s reaction? No comment. My team is down by a goal and Murtala takes the opportunity to taunt me. “So Mash, who be your chick?” I mean, can you believe him? Well I’m not the least amused by that question, not when my team is down. I’m about to give him a piece of my mind but just then Arsenal equalize. My fellow gunnas go beserk...

Dear Diary, Today, I had to come to terms with the fact that I lied. There’s nothing worse than lying to yourself, especially if you spent half a year’s savings on celebrating the lie. Then again, it wasn’t exactly a lie… it was more like me conceding defeat, kind of like saying okay, so I cannot have this, so fine, I’ll try to live with it. Okay, so Diary, after how many days of convincing mysel f that I’m totally over Kuuku , one, just one (long, sweet, dreamy… sigh) conversation made me think otherwise: So here I am, all ready to go to Samira’s when Adjeley texts that she’s coming over, and I better be at home or else… (What can I say; a best friend has certain privileges). She gets here and say s she’s been talking to Kuuku online and he’s going to stay on for a long while, and he said to tell me that. Meaning he wants me to come on, right? So in a fla sh, me, Samira, Adjeley and Mansa , who just happens to stop by at that moment, fly to the café. My guy was really online! Did...

Dear Diary, I’m totally convinced that some “friends” just make it their official duty of letting one down. One thing I can ’ t stand is being disappointed and that's exactly how I feel right n ow. I mean, how the hell can Olesugun back down on the deal we planned ages ago? I really don't think I’ll get over this one anytime soon. Mayb e I need to review my friend's list and right now, one na me stands the opportunity of being deleted and trash- canned . I know he's avoiding me, but I 'll get him soon, and believe me , there will be fireworks, and I’m not talking about the 6th of March. ADVICE “I’ll be here for you no matter what.”, “I got your back”, “We’ll stick it through the hard times as one.” All these remarks build up a sense of trust and loyalty for our friends. However, these words are quite unrealistic in their own way. For one thing, our friends cannot ALWAYS be there for us. Sometimes, circumstances get out of hand and thus prevent them from do...

Dear Diary, I am so angry right now! Riad has really overstepped his bounds this time! I’m fed up! I mean, how much can one expect of a girl? I’m just me. You dun like that, well that’s your problem! Right? Come to think of it, I don’t know what his problem is….Its not like I went and cheated on him or anything. Gosh. He’s so full of it. C’mon, there are about a trillion guys I know who would kill to get the kinda attention I give Riad. I call him at least every two days, send him texts just to let him know I care or I’m thinking of him AND I help him with his school work sometimes. It’s not like I don’t have other things doing, but just so I fit into the description of girlfriend….maybe that’s it….we need to redefine what girlfriend means. Darn! You should see me right now; I’m so fuming mad, I’m actually shaking. I really wonder what’s gotten into him for him to even consider having sex with me! Hell, that’s so insulting! And, as if that’s not enough, he had the nerve to tell me t...

Dear Diary, Me and a couple of my pals were talking the other day…what about? What else! Its all aba em girls. Kwesi and the others had different views on the issue, not all of them very realistic, but opinions nevertheless. I believe women are more or less an enigma but probably misunderstood most of the time. Let me explain. Personally, I’ve never been in a relationship with a girl so I’m speaking from what I have seen and heard. The one thing which keeps recurring in relationships is the time factor. I’m sure they’ll (women) disagree with me here but I’m afraid I can trace it to even (shhhhhh, don’t tell her), my mom. You know when the family wants to go somewhere and with like five minutes to the time, she hasn’t figured out what she’s going to wear, what perfume she’s going to use, high heels or not, the list is endless basically. There are other factors like jealousy, money, which I’m not going to delve into because, I’ll not finish. It’s like Hannah Cowley said, “What is wo...

Dear Diary, Trying to be something you are not is so not cool. But there’s nothing wrong with enhancing who you are…becoming the “It Girl”…becoming a diva… I learnt that the hard way. The latter part of last year was so all- that and more for me. I went from quiet, shy Aphie to what was hot, new and happening; all in one breath, and it felt good! Everyone loved the change. But that was sop not me. There was more to me than I was letting out. Well, this year, Phase Three of “Growing Up” kicked in. The new Aphie. The true me. I’ve started paying attention to the things I missed before. It’s ok to hang out at night, only not too often else I might get mistaken for a call girl. Make-up is to enhance, not to mask my face. It’s best not to leave much to the imagination when I get dressed-not too many layers else I’ll hide my great figure; not too few either else… I’ve worked on character too-down with the shyness, don with the loudness and aggressiveness. All in all, I love who I am rig...

Dear Diary, I know I haven’t been consistent in keeping you updated on the happenings in my life, and I’m not going to make excuses for my behavior. However, there’s a good reason; a really good reason: Naa. Over the past two months, Naa n I have gotten real close. You know how I thought that she detested me? Well, apparently I was way off! She actually loves me! I don’t know how to explain how I feel right now but the feeling’s most definitely great. It does have its downside though; like when she’s really busy with all those activities she’s involved in and I don’t get to spend time with her. It hurts. Literally. Okay, so what’s it about Naa that’s got me totally smitten? That’s an easy question. First of all, she’s a really cool person. She’s great to talk to, smart, cute and she doesn’t mind playing ball with me sometimes. Only, I tend to let her have the easy shots. All I really wanna do now is just make her happy. Oh well, what can I say? I’m in deep. I hope you understand me u...

Dear Diary, I’ve been laughing so hard the sides of my stomach are beginning to ache. I really shouldn’t laugh so much though, cos for a certain person, the issue that’s making me laugh is real serious. (Totally grim faced, with no smiles.) O.k. o.k. I’ll fill you in on the “joke”. Konadu actually thinks that I have the hots for the guy she likes! I’m thinking aliens have invaded Ghana or something cos that notion of hers is way off base! What’s more is she isn’t relating to me like she used to…no more teasing and stuff. Oh well. Aight, I’ll cut the indifference act. That DID get to me. It might not be that obvious, but I really value my friendship with Konadu. She’s like the twin I never had. (You and I both know that “twins” doesn’t even begin to describe our connection.) That’s why I would most definitely NOT let ANY guy come between us (Unless of course, that guy is…lol. I’m just kidding, ok?) I must say that it’s a good thing that I realized what was going on with her before...