She is arguably the most prolific female musical gem blessing the Tamale music scene; her energetic, and animated performances continue to serve as a thrill wherever she performs. With a laudable vocal strength, she matches her male counterparts with frequent releases.
Diva 1
Her consistency in the industry exudes the characteristics of a focused individual. One might attribute her resilience to a formidable team, but the enigmatic performer is yet to land a record deal – if you are looking to manage or produce an artiste whose skill and commitment to the art is peerless, then you should reach out to her.
Life & Music of Diva 1
She remains one of the most consistent female artistes from Tamale. Not only is she consistent, but she is also respected as the foremost talent amongst her peers in contemporary music. Joggling between rap, dancehall, and rap, her versatility makes her one of the best musicians from Tamale.
Diva 1 Goes for Beef
In an obvious display of temerity, the high-energy performer has dropped another song titled “drop that sh*t”. Unfortunately, the lyrics and tone of the song professes insecurity. The song makes her appear to be threatened by the emergence of a particular new artiste. Performed in Dagbani, English & Pidgin, Diva 1 jabs an unnamed person she referred to as “Local Girl”.
Diva 1 doesn’t seem to rest on her oars, a demeanour that has got her performing different genres effortlessly. However, her recent singled titled “drop that sh*t” may cast a dent on what she represents as a brand; Diva 1 appears to have thrown caution to the wind and launched an unwarranted attack on another artiste.
Even though goes at her target without explicitly stating who it is, one doesn’t need a soothsayer to detect the animosity deeply enshrined in “drop that sh*t”.
Tamale has been saddled with so much musical “beef”, a situation that transcends the loyalty of fans. Whilst “beef” has culminated into success for some artistes, it’s also led others to an abyss, an oblivion beyond redemption.
For the budding industry to truly become a huge economic success, tact and strategy must dominate the actions or inactions of artistes. To survive a religiously polarized society, one needs to employ a lot of thought into all they do.
Whilst many might jump to an explicit and raunchy song, they will rather patronize music that entertains and educates them wholly in a very creative way. So, the release of “drop that sh*t” is not only a deviation from the fun-nature of Diva 1’s songs but an attempt at confusing some of us who have fallen in love with what she brings to the musical buffet.
As one of the few ladies giving the male dominated music industry in Tamale a true taste of what a lady-musician brings to the table; shifting focus from entertaining music to war-like music is not in your best interest. The gangster posturing of artistes in the name of appearing street comes with a price, and if that’s the path she has chosen to travel, she should state that explicitly.
Tamale’s Diva 1 has made a significant shift in her music, opting for a more confrontational approach. The artist’s recent discography and collaborations showcase a departure from her previous style. However, it is important for Diva 1 to explicitly acknowledge the implications of this new direction, as it involves adopting a street persona. Controversy continues to surround Tamale’s music scene.
Humans have thrived across varied geographic locations for only one reason, ‘The Other Truth”.
Sometimes we need people to remind us of beauty, the beauty of our traditions and the fact that our ethnographic belonging is not by mere coincidence or a grand plot by nature to render us poor or lesser citizens of the world.
THE OTHER TRUTH
What Influences the Other Truth
Our being a part of a society, which seems damned because of the comparisons often carried out by our minds based on what the media portrays as the ideal society in a modern world continues to harm our progress as a people belonging to an ethnic minority.
Technological advancement may have a role to play in our ill appreciation of our world, yet a careful look will suggest our appreciation of technology is also based on a rather pathetic look at the sophisticated societies with sophisticated problems. Technology is to make us improve on our traditional ways of doing things and not necessarily take us away from “who we are” and make us “who they are”.
I have often bemoaned the seeming stagnant state of our development as a people; this seemed true until a lady by name Barbara pointed out some of the other truth to me. I say the other truth because most of what we pitifully moan about is also a form of truth. The challenges we as a people from a presumably minor ethnic group face is presumably vast.
All the sectors that drive the economy of our nation averagely do not consider our input as significant. It may be true, but the truth or false aspect of it lies in our point of view as per who we are and what we have.
The Consequences of Our Thoughts
Many of us dwell on the problems/challenges we face in savanna and hardly ever consider the beauty/opportunities we as people are blessed with. God/Nature has never planted people in an area that can’t be used as a transformational tool in our pursuit of progress.
The Other Truth
We are rich yet we do not see, we have rich cultural practices, yet we prefer a foreign culture, we live in Fumbisi and still think we should live somewhere else to make us accepted.
Reflecting on the other truth in Sandema
The past 2 months in Sandema gave me an opportunity to reflect on the words of Barbara Meier, which suggests we should make the most of our ethnographical location.
As I spent hours running around Buluk I began to appreciate it more and more. As I saw the green fields with men and women busy tilling the soil in anticipation of a successful harvest season. I realized what we often refer to as peasant farming is a proof of potential large-scale farming and can therefore be improved.
Our unique and tenacious spirit
As I saw boys aged 13-display great knowledge of animal husbandry, I realized the natural intelligence of our “village folk”.
The distances young boys and girls have to travel to attend schools in some of the villages after a whole lot of house chores in the morning suggested how industrious, ambitious and determined we are and can be.
Despite the unavailability of electricity in some of the towns and villages one can only imagine how/why that is not used as an excuse to study yet determined pupils and students can be found busily studying with the aid of lanterns.
The preserved cultures/traditions can’t be left out, people greeting you and being concerned about your day obviously is a show of love from a fellow man. People’s willingness to help you get to your destination without asking for anything in return is so awesome. The communal spirit can still be seen when people gather to plow the lands of their neighbors, which is simply amazing.
The beautiful scenery that greet us in almost every town/village and the freshness of the air we breath, the rock formations with beautiful shade from trees all over Buluk make an ideal destination for campers and picnics. The beautiful view of the stars not forgetting the moon, that lying on a “gbung” gives you can only be experienced and not imagined.
The Other Truth in Builsaland (Buluk)
There is so much that can be said about Buluk positively, yet we do not seek to utilize those positives to improve our society. We rather dwell on the negatives which can be attributed to the corruption of our minds by the “powers that be” (media and the few citizens who have spent some time in other parts of the country or world).
All the above when carefully analysed can be transformed into viable economic and cultural gain. But we assume it is too much work. Policy makers have constantly made us think, it will take the policies of other parts of the world or of the country to make us a “better” people.
How can we make us better without building on the positives of our society, shall we continue to presume everything about us is substandard? I will say a big NO, but it’s beyond an individual. It will take all of us to build a better society in all aspects of our lives.
My commitment is to use what we have to the best advantage of Buluk, what is yours?
There are varied truths and depending on which we accept, the journey to a “better” Buluk and savanna either becomes shorter and fun or a sophisticated set of trial and errors.
The choice is ours. The Other Truth can be created.
To her teaming listener’s, she is Ewurama Attoh, the sweet-voiced queen of the airwaves in Tamale. To her friends, she is Queenzy, the backup singer. To her family, she is Agnes, the purposeful daughter whose pursuits are borne of passion, and is boundless. To Ghana, she is the People’s Celebrity Awards Most Popular Female Radio Presenter 2017. She is Agnes Alexis Attoh, the young lady making giant strides by way of impact and relevance in a fast-evolving radio industry.
Growing up, young Ewurama Attoh had ambitions and interests like every child. The desire to become a lawyer competed with her addiction to news on CNN & GTV. Often emulating the reading styles of some of her favourite news anchors, she was nicknamed Barbara Sam by her dad.
Though a Fante, she’s spent most of her life in the Northern Region where she had most of her education. Starting at Queen Elizabeth Nursery in Tamale, she continued to St. Joseph Primary School, and later Bethel Methodist School, also in Tamale. She then proceeded to the Bolgatanga Girls Senior High School, located in the capital of the Upper East Region.
Educational Background of Ewurama Attoh
She eventually went back to school in pursuit of an HND in Marketing at the Tamale Business College between 2012 & 2014. Ewurama Attoh, despite her tight schedule on radio as a marketing manager and host of two shows on Kesmi Fm in Tamale, she makes time to study Marketing & Journalism through the ICM-UK program.
The journey to becoming an on-air personality wasn’t structured; despite her jolly-nature, she assumed her confidence wasn’t good enough to face the public with her voice. A radio career was a no no. However, her opinionated nature got her contributing to radio programs via text and phone calls.
How Ewurama entered Radio
29th March 2013 marked the beginning of a boisterous, yet in-depth analysis of showbiz related matters, impact-filled discussions and a refreshing newscaster-voice. Ewurama had the rare opportunity of being a panellist in a radio discussion; a good friend, Seth Sowah who apparently perceived her worth was behind the invitation.
Awards & Achievements
Despite the fact that Ewurama has been in radio for just a little over 4 years; the young achiever has already earned some recognition by way of awards. So far, she’s won the following.
Foklex Media Award (2015-2016) – Best Newscaster for Northern Region
Dagbon Radio Awards (2015- 2016) – Brunch Host of the year
Lifestyle Program of the year
Foklex Media Awards (2016 -2017) – Family Life Host of the year
People’s Celebrity Awards (2017) – Female Radio Presenter of the Year
The Talents of Ewurama Attoh
Ewurama trained as a Photo Editor/ Graphic Designer, but the yearn to use her voice creatively pushed her into taking up radio as a full-time job. Born to a family of creatives, Ewurama’s desire to make a mark in the creative industry continues to stir her endeavours; thus, she intends to expand her relevance by venturing into TV.
Even though she rarely talks about her singing prowess, Ewurama is actually a fine singer. She admits to a struggling entertainment industry in the Northern Region but is quick to name some of her favourite musicians as Kawastone, Dobble Tee, Fancy Gadam & Maccasio. When www.atigsi.com asked her about what she thinks account for the struggling nature of the showbiz industry in the Northern Region, she blamed it on those steering the affairs of the industry with little to no knowledge about the industry. She however remains positive that at the current rate and state, there is a bright future for the industry.
She is also a gym and fitness enthusiast.
Her desires& Wishes
As an enigma within radio circles in Tamale, Ewurama wishes to see more ladies venture into the industry. Per her analysis, she believes Josephine of Diamond FM and herself, are the only female radio personalities pushing beyond the stereotypical roles assigned women.
For her, the main challenge in being a broadcaster in the Northern Region is the inability to access sponsorship for impact-filled broadcasting. A situation that affects the production of relevant and “edutaining” content for the benefit of the people.
There’s a perception that Tamale is hostile to people who are not indigenes, interestingly Ewurama gives better insight into what is misconstrued as hostility.
“I wouldn’t say it is hostile…. Tamale is a special place and what do u do with a special thing…. you study it, know what the people want, give what they want…. make them happy and you are loved. it is not easy but learning the love language of the people and u are ok.”
There’s obviously something special about Ewurama, she puts in this way.
“Mmm…. well first off, the fact that am a woman and a loudmouth lol…. my voice and laughter and oh the fact that my delivery is different…”
Her success, she attributes to the all-out support from her family and Seth Klipss (Seth Sowah) who saw in her, what she refused to pay attention to. Her personal shrink Bertrand Nana Kwame Turkson remains an invaluable asset to her career. In her own words.
“he’s always been the one I run to when I want to give up… he will listen, laugh 😄 then insult u and push u back in lol…. he’s always been my pillar.” She counts herself lucky because she’s built a good professional relationship with most industry players who in turn are very supportive.
Her biggest recognition thus far, has been winning the nation-wide award for Favourite Female Radio Presenter, at the People’s Celebrity Awards organized by GN-Bank.
Ewurama Attoh was born on 30th May. She has 3 siblings. She currently doubles as the Marketing Manager and on-air personality with Diamond FM 93.7 in the Northern Regional Capital, Tamale.
“Living with different people almost all the time, always having to fight and do something out of the ordinary to be noticed, constant abuse and neglect from family relations have shaped my personality and created within me a strong and burning desire to right those wrongs in any capacity that I possibly can.”
As the world’s celebration of women continue to help younger women aspire to be more than what their cultural settings have confined them to, it is always exhilarating to encounter a woman who has broken barriers to reach heights a lot of us can only dream about.
Wegeiwor, known in academia as Dr. Patience Aseweh Abor is an enigmatic female conquering academia whilst beautifully lighting up stages with her unique voice and intriguing brand of music.
Even though I’ve admired this young woman from my days at Fountain Gate Chapel Int. in Ofankor, it was not until a few weeks ago that I decided to draw a bit closer and share her story with the world. The aura of positivity and tenacity that emanates from her life on social media intrigued me enough to want to know more and hence this article.
Wegeiwor
Early Life of Wegeiwor
Born on 6th September in Accra, to Mr. Joseph Aseweh Awudanpugie & Madam Margaret Wetia, both natives of Kayoro in the Kasena Nankana District, her first challenge was leaving her parents to stay with her grand mum at Achimota before re-joining her mum and stepfather in Yapei and later Tamale. This was after her parents divorced.
A key effect of her parents’ divorce manifested in an inability to get proper parental guidance in pursuing and aiming for any particular heights.
Her only resolve was to keep passing every exam she wrote, and for that matter she never thought about a particular career or position in future. With no proper role models to aspire to, she just depended on her God given instincts, wild imaginations and books that served as inspiration to seek a life better than anyone in her immediate environment.
With the above as hindsight, you can imagine the turbulence she had to deal with whilst pursuing an adulthood of positivity.
Education & Marriage – Wegeiwor
A former pupil of Our Lady of Fatima primary school, in Tamale and Yapei Presby Primary & JSS, both in the Northern Region, Wegeiwor proceeded to Nungua Senior High School after which she gained admission into Bagabaga Training College, (comma) but her inability to buy the prospectus required to start school on time led to losing the spot.
When she arrived late at the school, her place had been given to someone else; despite the tears she shed in a bid to still get admission, her consolation was a spot in the admissions of the following year. This never materialized, as her name was not in the list of admissions for the following year even though she was given the impression that she would make a smooth sail into school because of the previous year’s mix-up.
Wegeiwor
The above experience frustrated young Wegeiwor for two years. Somewhere in that state, she found inner strength and boldly applied to Nurses Training College and the University of Ghana. This was an act of faith as she describes it; she simply trusted God for the necessary funds when accepted into either of the schools. Her grades were great enough to get her in any of these institutions.
This was however not because her parents were so poor but because they had both gotten married with other children, and each of them seemed to be concentrating on their ‘new families’ and none really paid that much attention to her next level in terms of education. Her mum’s salary as a teacher then could not help much beyond a periodic supply of foodstuffs.
As expected, she gained admission into the University of Ghana to pursue Biological Science and later BSc. Nursing.
Life at the university was the defining moment for her; a well-carved curriculum led her to self-discovery, a situation she attributes to the study of
Behavioural Psychology, Sociology, Biological Foundations of Psychology amongst others.
At this stage of her life, she had never been in a relationship, so she finally allowed herself to experience love when she met Professor Joshua Y. Abor who conspired with God to open her eyes to love on earth resulting in a marriage and three children.
“It was also at the university that I finally allowed myself to appreciate what was meant by Love and accepted that fact that someone else could love me aside God. So, I got married in my 3rd year to the first and only guy I ever dated. So, hey, University was great. Hahhahaha.”
Wegeiwor and her Academic Laurels
Upon graduation she also successfully pursued the following courses:
MTech Environmental Health (Cape Peninsular University of Technology, Cape Town, South Africa)
MPhil Health Administration (University of Ghana, Legon, Accra)
D. Management (University of Southampton, UK).
She is now a senior lecturer at the Department of Public Administration & Health Services Management, in the University of Ghana Business School.
Music & Wegeiwor
Apart from having a passion for singing, her first fan was her grandma who loved to listen to Wegeiwor sing Catholic hymns whenever she returned from work. So, when she joined the then Word Miracle Chapel Int. now known as Perez Chapel in Yapei and Tamale, she volunteered to sing before the Pastor would preach.
The response by church members was so encouraging she kept on singing and later composing her own music. She later joined the Miracle Voices Choir when she relocated to Accra for Senior High School & her university education. She has never stopped singing since then.
The meaning behind Wegeiwor
Wegeiwor is actually a name her maternal grandma gave her due to the frustration surrounding her upbringing. Her grandma asked a proverbial question ‘who has God despised’? i.e. to say that God does not despise human beings, it is human beings who despise one another.
So, to honour God for all the blessings, she decided to choose that as her stage name. Along the way, her musical composition began taking shape as she made it about the truth in her journey and experience in the Lord. Irrespective of the rhythm or genre, her lyrics project what she knows and believes as true.
In 2012 She released her first Album, “Oh Jesus” which was well received because of the uniqueness of her brand, and the spiritually uplifting nature of her lyrics and vocals.
Often times we find that the very educated indulge in the arts as a hobby, however she sees music as a part of her being hence time management is of essential importance to her. This ensures she doesn’t compromise her responsibilities as a university lecturer and in her own words.
“By God’s Grace it’s been working so far.” Wegeiwor
I can never speak with an achiever from the savanna without asking the all-important question.
“What is the biggest challenge the savanna needs to overcome in the quest to further develop?”
“I think aside quality education to change the mindset of the inhabitants of this area, an agricultural revolution (equipment and evidence-based method) is what would transform the lives and eventually bring up development in the savanna, considering that the major occupation of these people is agriculture and land is not a problem. Her latest single “Alijanda” is a precursor to the wonderful music she is putting together for her next album, which will be released soon.
Sometimes I struggle to pick a genre of music that I can say is swell, not because I am confused but because I came to the realization that no matter the genre, an artistic person’s ability to manipulate the rhythms with lyrics that exude superiority on all facets of producing music is what amounts to the eclectic feel that gives the swell notion.
As such, my constant quest to hear new material that will not just move my feet but set my mind on a spiralling journey in the savanna led me to a young and energetic man who is out to douce the minds of those enslaved by trends and trash music.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you RappErSaniA, the young man who went from being a stammerer to an amazing rapper.
Who is Rappersania?
Rappersania
A Gonja, born in Tamale on the 3rd of December 1992, Mumuni Mohammed Nazir now known by the stage name RappErSaniA spent almost all his life in in the Northern region where he went to Kalpohin Junior High School and eventually became the senior school prefect.
“Even though I was born a stammerer, I was determined to improve on my speaking ability because it sometimes took me several minutes to express myself with just a sentence. So, becoming the senior school prefect was a perfect situation that I could use to improve my speech.” He spoke.
Upon completing Junior high school he gained admission at the Tamale Senior High School to study general arts. This is where his love for rap as a teenager took a pivotal position in his life.
Growing up in a neighbourhood where Hip Hop had taken centre stage, it was regular to find youngsters slug it out in a couple of verses, and as the guy who represented his school in almost every rap competition and won, the urge to further prove superiority in the game amongst his peers pushed him to dig up the true meaning of hip-hop by paying closer attention to A-list hip-hop acts like Nas, and watching pro-hip hop videos, movies and subsequently choosing Nas as a Number one inspiration both in lyrics and his commitment to keeping hip-hop sane.
Honing the craft – Rappersania
Knowing the importance attached to the genre, he took to a regular routine of practicing, writing and re-writing his lyrics till he had what he refers to as “Flawless Rap Flow” something that influenced his journey into mainstream hip hop.
“I like to write about the society and its issues, so religion is not an exception. I’ll talk about it if I think there is the need for that”…. RappErSaniA
With a good number of unreleased original songs, he has done countless covers of amazing songs including “Beyond Practice” and “All of Me”, a cover of Jon Legend’s “All of Me” which he did for his female fans. When I asked him about why he puts so much lyricism on covers when he could do them as his own songs he had simply smiled and spoke.
“It is a sign of respect to the producer and artiste, and also just telling the world I could do fine like Nas. Besides covers have played instrumental roles in the careers of several chart-topping artistes. We all know how Kendrick Lemar rode on a Jay Z instrumental to become the new kid on the block. It’s not a requirement in hip-hop but its tool one can explore in a quest to attain global dominance”.
With the release of the aforementioned covers he decided to release “Mean Love” and “Nyura” featuring Kawastone, serving as teasers to his debut album.
To think that this gentleman would still be buried in stacks of hip hop albums is far from true because even though he reveres Nas, he listens to more Soul Music because he finds it soothing when he isn’t in his hip hop elements; and he has a soft spot for Asa, Sade, Adele and young Jhene Aiko.
“I’ve got a thing for Soul music you know, and I love Jazz too, my favourite is Fela Kuti. His skilful use of the saxophone endears him to me, and I admire his confidence considering the nature of politics in his time.”…He said.
The Future of Rappersania
On his future he had this to say.
“I have loads of tracks online and a full album waiting to be released. I’m also working on a ten-track Afro-Beats album. I thought of recording that album so people can see the versatility in skill when I switch between languages and rhythms.
Most of the tracks on the Afro-Beats album have me delivering mind blowing Dagbani verses interspersed with my regular flow in the queen’s language. Having shared stages with some of Ghana’s finest acts like Sarkodie, R2bees, 4×4 and rocked almost every major show that has happened in Tamale within the last few years, I feel I’m ready to fully grace the music scene with my art. This was re-enforced when Paedae “Omar Sterling” endorsed my art by saying “You are one hell of a writer”.
“I’m relatively young but I think I’m ready for this journey. As an independent artiste the support from my team iRap, a group of talented youngsters in Tamale with an impeccable flow like me, the sky is just a helipad. Expect my first video in the next couple of weeks”.
RappErSaniA is currently studying Laboratory Science at the Advanced Global College in Tamale, he is poised to build a career that will make his stay in hip-hop relevant and impactful.
He has a unique style, he’s a daring young man almost always ready to for a battle in rap. He’s penchant for jabs remain peerless. He’s probably the only artiste who can turn a love song to a one that taunts another.
Probably drawing inspiration from his own nickname the Rap King Kong, he continues the journey to the top with battle rap. What is rap is not just another rap song from Shaban; It’s got a groovy vibe, the kind that gets hip-hop heads nodding like lizards in pants.
Though he is yet to occupy his place in “rapdom” in Ghana, we can’t take away his prowess and potential. His unique flow is something that Ghana is yet to truly experience. And in my opinion ‘What is rap’ should be seen as the intro to the world of the Rap King Kong.
Ever wondered what love truly means? in expressing love, we can sometimes be found wanting. My question of Love in word or love in deed is from an experience, one that left question marks on what love truly should be.
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Love in word or love in deed
Love in Word or love in deed – the encounter
We sat face to face, chatting, giggling and occasionally gazing intently into each other’s eyeballs, the conversation filled with “sweet nothing” kept on flowing effortlessly in what seemed sweet melodious and sleek tones.
Her romantic tone waxed so well with my manly coarse tone, and we sounded like the Soweto choir. We were completely immersed in the conversation and absolutely lost in the moment.
The moment was inundated with an air of benign affability. Every single word uttered either triggered an emotion or tickled pink. In either case it was responded to with an equal measure of emotion, and for the first time I felt Newton’s third law of motion in its practical terms–to every action there is an equal but opposite reaction.
Her smooth long legs which protruded from her shorts (hot pants) were bent at right angles (90) so that one bent knee could fit exactly in between my short-bent legs which stood astride. The sitting pattern was such that I had a bent knee in between her thighs, and she also had hers in between mine, but she had to do so cautiously because her knee was not very far from my balls of life.
love in word or love in deed?
The vertices from the top of my head to her eyes, to the top of her head could be connected to form an isosceles triangle with the odd angle on my head. She was obviously taller so would have to tilt my head upwards at an appreciable level so that our eyes could be fixed on a straight line.
We looked very well saddled and huddled together but I can bet that this was never a planned thing. We just had to manage comfortable postures in the little space that served as an office cum warehouse. We cared less about the pungency of paint, ink, old paper, grease, kerosene and petrol that engulfed the little space in the printing press.
From a distance one would think of us as some new snuggle bunnies who couldn’t wait to have a one-night stand, because the scene was more erotic than a mere romance-charged atmosphere. However, there existed nothing more than acquaintanceship. Even if there was, then it was still in the pipeline.
The reality of our meeting – love in word or love in deed.
We had just met for the second time, and we seemed to be getting along real fast. We got along so well that it seemed we knew ourselves from birth–the connection was like that of a Bluetooth connection, the bond like that of a covalent bond, and the telepathy between us was simply amazing.
The talkative persons we both are, made it easier for us to veer from one topic to another and very difficult for us to agree on one thing, so we veered from argument to argument. She was one person who would never give in to anyone’s opinion. She had an opinion on every topic, even topics about the life of the dead. Her opinions were always different from everyone else’s. Even if her opinion coincidentally falls in congruent with some else’s she would find a way of adding or subtracting something so that she could be on her own lane of thought.
Our conversations were boundless: love, sex, media, school, abroad, career and the list go on and on. Most of what we discussed were however media related because apparently, we were both in one way or the other connected to media. Unsolicited, she told me about herself and the independent life she lives in her parents’ house: ironic right? She told me about her associates and various squads. Ironically her associates and squads, and that of mine have a Shatta – Samini kind of relationship–little wonder we never agreed on anything.
Hearing her speak, one got the impression that she was some sort of a celebrity or one in the making. She spoke very good English and blended it so well with fine Twi (never mind that I don’t understand Twi very well). Blinded by so much, yet focused on my question, love in word or love in deed?
Her accent was neither British nor American, and it wasn’t Ghanaian too. I heard she lived abroad for a while (a little above 5 months) but I couldn’t readily pin her accent down on any particular country. It was somehow close to an American accent but very much older than the few months she was said to have lived abroad so I convinced myself that she probably acquired some of it in America and acquired the rest through distance learning: that’s if we don’t want to say her accent was a Locally Acquired Foreign Accent (LAFA).
Our conversation got deeper and deeper until intimacy dawned….
In Part 1 of Love in word or love in deed, I took you through an encounter with a woman that got me wondering wild. Here is Love in word or love in deed 2.
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Love in word or love in deed 2 – Escaping temptation
Our conversation got deeper and deeper until it eventually turned intimate, and she started recounting to me her previous relationships. The sweeter the conversation got, the darker the day got. It was getting late, and the “independent” lady was panicking, trying to cook up an explanation for her mom so that she wouldn’t lock the gate. Worst of all, we were in somebody’s office whose closing time had passed.
I couldn’t afford to miss the most interesting part of the conversation. Missing it would have been like enjoying all the foreplay and at the point of penetration somebody bumps on you or working your way all through only to be distracted at the point of orgasm. I wasn’t just prepared for such a feeling at all, so the religious guy in me started to pray silently while the naughty part of me had my eyes fixed deep into hers. I could literarily see my whole face in her pupils–the level of concentration was exponentially high.
Just before I could say “amen” to end my silent prayer, the owner of the printing press yanked open the door and called out my name simultaneously.
Love in word or love in deed 2
Love in word or love in deed 2 – The Disruption
“Damn it!!! It is finished,” I bemoaned in my head while forcing a smile to accompany the response. The result was a funny look on my face like the confused emoticon on WhatsApp and a very scratchy response.
“I dey go meet my paddy come so make you guys watch de place give me…….I dey go come …..”, he added.
As impatient as I was, I wouldn’t even let him finish before I already burst out a consenting response, “no p…we dey…we go dey…no worries”.
By this time I had heaved a sigh of relief, which got me repeating my response unnecessarily. She gave me a fairly gentle push on my forehead as a form of resentment and started complaining about the tendency of being locked outside.
How I managed to get her to stay and continue the conversation is however history.
Love in word or love in deed
The needless conversation – Love in word or love in deed 2
Fast forward, we were back to our hearty chitchat, and she was obliged to continue from where she left off. She is one person who wouldn’t entertain any form of distraction when talking. She would suggestively demand an undivided attention.
Her latest relationship was the one with Kobby (real name withheld). Kobby, she said was a gentle sweet soul, a darling and a very good guy (as they put it in typical Ghanaian parlance). She had met Kobby way back and they have since been hanging out as friends for quite a long time but nothing official seemed to have happened (at least that was what she said, you and I were not there).
Anytime they went out for a public gathering and her chatty personality got her interacting with the opposite sex Kobby always demonstrated traits of jealousy. She said Kobby always introduced her as his girlfriend to his friends, workmates and family. She explained how romantic their playfulness will turn anytime she visited Kobby at home and how happy she always was in the company of Kobby.
Apparently, she was the only girl who could get close to Kobby because he was a very reserved person who hardly associated with peers, not even his own squad mates (clique). She confessed Kobby had everything that she ever desired in a man. He was the exact definition of her ideal man, but she seemed to have a problem with Kobby.
At this point I was stunned. I could neither breathe in nor breath out. My blood circulation too came to a standstill. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. They were numb.
I started blinking my eyes at a pace and irregular interval to help gain consciousness. All this while she had paused and was trying to send her mum a text.
Everything in the atmosphere sublimed into suspense.
The only noise that could be heard was the oscillating ceiling fan, the tick-tock of the wall clock, and our own breath. She eventually took a deep breath, cleared her throat, stole a flirty glance at me and tore the silence in the atmosphere:
“Denis, ………….. I felt Kobby was merely wasting my time and warding off my suitors. All that while Kobby had not been “man enough” to propose love to me, even though from his actions I knew he loved me”. “How could a guy be so mean”?, she emotionally quizzed.
“Mean, you say? I interjected sharply with an interrogative exclamation. She held her breath, at the same time thinking of an explanation. When she burst out her response, she missed her first word, the second and the third. No identifiable word was uttered. All that was heard was errrm….errrm….errm…She realized she didn’t make sense and had to explain better so she handcuffed me, pulled me closer to her and looked deep into my eyes hoping that I could see her pain.
Love wins, however, is it love in word or love in deed?
For a moment she agreed actions speak louder than words so she would rather explain in actions than in words. Unfortunately, I was too occupied with her presence than to see or feel her pain. I could only see a teasingly tempting gorgeous figure who was rather too idealistic for this century and that in itself was pain enough. In that compromising position, only one thing was most likely, and man had to be strong so I ………………to be continued.
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