Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP4 – Distracted, Displeased

Final episode of 2019! I must say, it’s been quite a ride. Having started this site in June, right after my exams, the support has been great. This is definitely the most successful blog I’ve owned in terms of stats and patronage, and I hope it long endures!

2020 is gonna be a very special year, no doubt, as far as special areas of my life are concerned. As far as State of Dabar is concerned, though… well, expect more riveting stories, as well as the continuation of MTD. I’ll work my way around how it’ll be done, but trust that it will be done.

Anyways, let’s get back to the story, shall we…

“Well well well, somebody’s been working on her corporate wardrobe,” Larissa said teasingly as Diamond stood before her, modelling her grey skirt suit.

“Oh, but of course. When I have the most elegant woman to learn from, I’m certainly gonna have to kill it,” Diamond responded in an equally teasing tone.

“You and your love for flattering me. Well, you look splendid, mini-me. As always. So it’s the insurance deals you’re scouting for today?”

“Yes. Daddy suggested five companies to me, so I’ll pass by those and see the best deal I can get, and I’ll talk it over with him tonight. And thank you, twinnie!”

“Good, good. For the documentation, it’s almost done. Just that I need to get ready. Takeover discussions this coming week concerning the Voltage Office.

“Oh, bless the Lord of heaven and earth! The moment the earth has anticipated is arriving. The grand meeting between Larissa Dolphyne and Emmanuel Adamtey!” Diamond gasped mockingly.

Larissa took a sip from the tea she was drinking and narrowed her eyes at Diamond. “I hope you know I don’t mind letting the rest of this tea find its way down your dress if you tempt me.”

Diamond laughed out loud. “Oh, but Maa, it is! You were supposed to meet him a while back, but he didn’t show up. So this is the moment. That long-expected moment.”

Larissa shook her head as she downed the rest of her tea. “You are not a serious girl.” She walked out of the kitchen, Diamond continuing to laugh and follow her.

There was a knock on the gate as the two ladies stepped outside. “That must be Edem. Time for me to go,” Diamond said.

Larissa looked at her with a sly smirk on her face. “Edem, eh? He’s been frequenting this place quite often. You sure it’s mainly just business?”

“Oh Maa! I beg, it’s just business. He’s a nice guy, and a good friend. But please, it’s just business.”

“He’s a pretty cute business partner, though,” Larissa added, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Maa!” Diamond protested, laughing. “I’m not looking at that for now. Let’s just get this business off the ground, then we’ll see what happens.”

“Ayoooo! If you insist, Madam Business First. Let’s go out to meet him.”

Edem, standing outside, leaning on the car, stood upright as the two ladies stepped out. He respectfully moved to greet Larissa, then asked Diamond if she was ready, to which she replied in the affirmative with a smile on her face.

“Alright, then. I’ll let Gracie handle the rest of the documentation during the week when I get to the office,” Larissa said as Diamond readied to join Edem in his car. “All the best, my love.”

“Thank you, Maa. Kisses!”

The Dolphyne Air Kiss followed.

“Why you so fine, ma?” Larissa asked sassily.

“Coz I got a fine ma!” Diamond replied with as much sass. They laughed as Larissa went back in, and Diamond got into the car.

“Don’t ask questions. It’s our thing,” she said in response to Edem’s puzzled look, smirking as she put on her seat belt. “Just be silent and drive, please. Na you and your long talks…”


“Yeah, I’m thinking I’ll need to add bags of sachet water now. Not everyone wants it in a bottle… yeah, that’s true… okay, Daddy… oh yeah, of course, I’ve been spreading the word around as much as I can. Squad is definitely interested. Smoothies and juices di33, it’ll be very popular here. If she gets a dispatch rider for campus, she’s good to go… of course, Daddy. Any time. Oh, by the way, how have the review meetings been going…”

As Toby busily listened to his father talk on the phone, filling him in about how work was, he looked at the ice chest in the corner and smirked.

Business was certainly going great. It just seemed like adding those bags would be extra helpful and bring in more customers. Maybe with time, he would consider adding something else. Like sobolo.

“Nice, nice… okay, Daddy. I’m just gonna go and read and prepare for my class at midday… no problem. Bye.”

As he put the phone by the side table, he looked at the books on his bed and groaned. It was sometimes annoying being one of the more clever students in that History course; so many people were almost dependent on him to help them, since their lecturers ended up leaving them more confused most of the time.

His following shrug, however, indicated how he really didn’t mind, though. After all, the aim was to manage to graduate. And if he could help his coursemates to pass their exams, there was nothing wrong. After all, if I play Mr. Selfish and help nobody and make it through all alone, wetin I gain? He’d always say to himself.

As he sat down and opened one of the books to begin, there was a knock on the door.

Another customer for him.

He jumped up and walked to the door and opened it.

It was the girl who had come a few days ago, when Kay-Bee was sharing his heartbreak story. She smiled at him and handed him a GHc5 note. “Five bottles, please.”

“Sure thing.” He took the note and moved to the ice chest, taking a polythene bag, opening the chest and taking out five bottles of water, putting them in the polythene bag. He walked to her, handing the bag over. “Here you go.”

She smiled as she took it. “Thank you, Mr…”

“Toby. Toby Dolphyne.”

“Nice. Anybody told you lately that you’re really cute?”

“Hehe, nope. Thank you, Miss…”

“Delphine Awittor.”

“Nice name, Delphine…”

He got distracted as he began to observe her, hoping to find something else to compliment her on. What his eyes beheld, however, had him wondering how he hadn’t noticed her properly the first time.

In a blue flowery jumpsuit, Delphine had some pretty devastating curves that were perfectly accentuated by her dress. His eyes moved from her pretty heavy bust to her hips, supremely curved. He found himself at a loss for words, mouth briefly agape.

Absent-mindedly, he murmured, “Damn, you so sexy.”

He snapped out of his trance a moment later, realizing she was still in front of him. “Oh! Oh crap… I’m sorry,” he stuttered, putting his hand over his face and shaking his head as he realized she most likely heard what he said. “I didn’t mean to do that…”

She stood there, a tiny smirk on her face. She simply gave a small “Hm” and walked away.

He shut the door, groaning to himself as he walked back to his desk. “Ugh! Tobias Nana Nyarko Dolphyne, what the hell was that? Chale! Man just messed up big time!”


“So, out of the fifty possible recipes, I’d say about half are plausible,” Akinyi said, taking notes on her little notepad as she and Kwame sat in the Uber on their way back from the aviation school he was attending. “I’ll continue to look out for the possibility of others being added, and if they can be prepared with high quality.”

“Great, great. I like the sound of that honey-tangerine smoothie, though. She should test it out and see how it goes.”

“Yeah. Sounds pretty interesting. Which of her recipes have you had? I’m in love with the pineapple-coconut one.”

“Watermelon. Pineapple-coconut. Apple-ginger. Now that third one is delightful to my taste buds. Whoosh! I am absolutely in love with it. She’s served that to quite a number of people, and they were all blown away.”

“Sweet! I’ll have to update my taste buds with that one. So far, so good. From the look of things, everyone is making progress at their end. Diamond is so blessed to have us as her team.”

“Oh, indeed. All things being equal, this smoothie trailer should up and running within the next three to four months.”

“Amen, amen,”Akinyi replied as she busied herself with making a comment on Instagram. “It’s so good to have a team that is all out for you. Look at us. You, me, Oscar, Toby, the Edem guy, her Naa friend… Diamond’s really got it made for her.”

“Oh yeah. You can just see how excited everyone is to be helping out. The new and the old. From her brothers and the bosom friend to you and Edem. Couldn’t be more fortunate, could she?”

“Yeah. And she has her parents behind her, too. I’ve been around for a short while, but I won’t lie, I am so proud of her and her ambitions. We all need to be encouraged in our quests to succeed. It’s unfortunate some people will prefer to hate and wish the worst for you for the dumbest of reasons, but forget them. Such people will always be exposed and disgraced.”

Kwame put his hands up. “Good Lord, the doll is preaching! Where’s the offering basket, please? This word hit me!”

She laughed and put her head on his shoulder. “Silly! Just speaking the truth. You get nothing profitable out of wanting someone to fail. I really don’t understand people who think that way.”

“It’s crazy. People have the most twisted minds out there in the world. Instead of getting encouragement from another’s success to find your own, you’d rather they stay down with you. Such nonsensical behaviour.”

Sad truth. But as Rudeboy said, thunder fire the person wey no want make we grow! Oh, by the way, you can send your offering to my Mobile Money account, however. Not less than 50 cedis will be accepted.”


“Serwaah?” Anasah said softly as he approached his sister, who sat at one of the benches on the school compound, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it…”

“Oh, leave me alone!” she snapped, pushing his hand away. “You were laughing with them. Don’t come and worry me.”

She stormed off, leaving him alone, looking quite miserable.

One of their classmates, Sadeeq, ran to him, guffawing as he watched Serwaah stomp away. “Don’t mind her. Let her go. Na what we were saying, isn’t it true?”

Anasah glared at him. “No! They’re not true. So stop saying those things about her! She’s my sister. Stop saying them!”

He too pushed away Sadeeq’s arm off his neck and marched off in the other direction, leaving Sadeeq confused.

What’s going on between the twins? And that gaffe by Toby, I wonder what it’ll lead up to.

Well, this caps off State of Dabar’s 2019 activity! Blissful New Year in advance to you all, and we continue this journey in 2020! God bless!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP3 – No Matter What

Another Friday is upon us, so it’s time for a new episode! As we saw last week, things went pretty dark with the Adamtey-Aniyah relationship, with the former raping the latter. The question is what’s gonna happen now that this has occurred. Well, we’ll see about that. And of course, see what’s going on in the Dolphyne household…

“I remember when we were in final year in the university. Your mother was not yet pregnant with you. This issue of investing for your childrens’ future came up at some group discussion. And many of the guys were like, no way. Na the way they’re hustling to make it through life, why should their children have it easy? They must suffer too. I did not agree with them at all. And as I speak, I’m glad I didn’t. Else I wouldn’t have opened that investment account for you, and you’d have had a huge burden by now.”

“Wow! Interesting,” said Diamond, seated beside her father.

He nodded. “Indeed. I mean, look at how money isn’t too big a problem now that you’re looking to do this smoothies business. All you need to do is work on the budget once you have all the information needed. It’s all about generational thinking. Chale, Africa will be a better place if we learn to help secure the generations ahead.”

“Indeed, Daddy. We need more of that. I guess we’ve not been taught that much about it, but sensitization on the issue is certainly necessary.”

“Of course. That’s why I’ve been advocating for more education on its importance at our meetings. The more we citizens are educated on these things, the more empowered we are.”

“Daddy! I’m ready!”

Serwaah entered the room with her tote bag, followed by her older twin.

Daniel turned to her. “Okayyyy! The dancing queen is ready now!”

She giggled and nodded.

“So Anas, you’ll be joining Diamond and I to check out the trailer for her smoothie business?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Alright. So, Serwaah, Diamond was around last week. Who’s passing by for your dancing lessons today, honey?”

“Kwame. He said he’ll come with Aki later on.”

An eyebrow rose. “I see. He seems to have bonded with that Kenyan girl so quickly and deeply. Is there anything we should know about?”

The three looked at Anasah. Of course, the family knew his knack for being up-to-date on current issues.

He laughed and shrugged. “I don’t know ooo. I think they’re besties or something. But I don’t know.”

“Besties. Me, I’ve heard those bestie bestie things, they can transform into something else ooo. Anyway, Inspector Bediako Junior has spoken,” Daniel announced as the kids laughed. “Alright, people, let’s get moving… wait. Anasah, what about this your big sister and that social media something something of hers?”

Diamond did the facepalm. “Daddyyyyyyy!! We’re just business partners, that’s all. And friends.”

The expression on Daniel’s face made it pretty obvious he doubted her. She giggled at his skeptical look.

“How again did you meet him?”

“That day I went to see Becky at her house, Serwaah and I were almost attacked by his dog on the way back home. He stopped it, then we got to talking, and he revealed he’s into social media management, and so I invited him on board. Purely business stuff, Daddy. Nothing more than that.”

“Well, whatever the case, here’s a reminder. For you and Serwaah. The boys that will come and fall for you and become your boyfriends eh, tell them they must needs go through the lions’ den. Remember ooo! They must needs go through the lions’ den!”

The children laughed once again.

“Alright, now we can go.”


“Oh, this cramp issue again?”

“Yes, Kwame. Been pretty bad this morning. But let’s see. Hopefully it’ll clear up by the time we’re to move. Addy’s gonna pass by soon to help me out.”

“Alright, alright. But this is worrying oo. And it’s not that time of the month for you?”


Wow. You said you’ve been tested for… what’s it again, that condition?”

“IBS. Irritable bowel syndrome. I should get the results in a couple of weeks, then I’ll know what to do. But I’m sure it’ll subside soon. I don’t want to be locked down by this. Very necessary that I see the baby Dolphyne do her thing.”

“Oh, you must. Come and see it for yourself that she is not your mate, so you can’t be sitting there thinking you have the ability to can her, when you cannot her.”

He grinned as she sighed over the phone and muttered, “Whatever, Kwame. whatever. At least I’m a dope spitter. Totally bested Edem last night.”

“Well, in terms of punchlines, yeah.”

“Ugh, you still holding that politically correct view?”

“But it’s true, lah! You two are crazy rappers. But when it comes to flow and cadence, Edem’s own just about beat yours. Not too surprising, considering what a huge Sark fan he is. Your wordplay though? Insane! Edem was not on your level. I mean, that double entendre you did with the misses/missus thing was… damn!”

“OK, Rap Martin Tyler, I’ve heard you.”

He laughed. “Oh, speaking of which, another gentle reminder: your fantasy team captain’s gonna mess you up. Just like last weekend.”

“May the gods of fantasy football put you to shame this weekend!”

He burst out laughing.


“How’s my beautiful sugar mummy doing this morning?” Oscar said brightly as he gave his mother a big peck on the cheek.

Larissa looked up at him from the couch suspiciously. “Young man, have you seriously finished your pocket money already?”

“Oh, Maa, why would I kiss you just because I need money? I just wanna show my sugarlicious lady some love this lovely morning, you know,” he responded innocently.

The sweet smile was hardly convincing Larissa, however, as she narrowed her eyes at him, silently demanding the truth out of him.

The sweet smile turned sheepish. He scratched his head. “Well, uh, I guess I… might have possibly run out of pocket money.”

“Oyiwa!” Larissa said aloud, giving him a look that spelled out ‘you see your life?’ “Well, sit down and let me watch the news. Then I’ll decide on what to do.”

Oscar silently obeyed, taking a seat on the other side of the couch. It was typical of her to ‘stretch’ the kids when they needed extra money from her. All you needed was patience; it would usually win you an extra 10 or 20 cedis.

He smirked, then started to sing, “Maa, don’t you know you’ll always be the most beautiful…”

“Hey hey hey hey! I didn’t ask you to sing. Keep quiet and let me watch the news,” Larissa retorted. The attempt to hide her swollen-headed smirk, however, didn’t go unnoticed by Oscar, who grinned mischievously. Not many things got Larissa as happy as Musiq’s “Dontchange”, which her husband sang for her at their twentieth anniversary.

Their expressions grew serious, however, upon seeing the topic for discussion on the breakfast show Larissa settled on.

“Ugh! Some of these stories just make my blood boil,” she said, shaking her head as the two journalists on screen discussed the recent rape of a young lady by two thugs on the run.

“Hmm. I read about it on the internet last night. The details are so disturbing,” Oscar added. “Horrific, to say the least. How are some people so wicked?”

They listened intently as the panelists dissected the issue. Then the head spoke.

“We have on the line Mr. Emmanuel Adamtey, CEO of the Voltage Office and outspoken politician…”

The two looked at the television in surprise. “Your darling Adamtey’s coming to speak about this?” Oscar asked incredulously. “What a surprise!”

“Ssshhhh, let’s see what he has to say about it,” Larissa hushed him as the journalist asked for his opinion on what ought to be done concerning the instant issue.

Well, I must say that I am very saddened by this issue, and I would encourage that the IGP ensure his men and women work assiduously to grab these filthy thugs. I mean, it’s absolutely horrifying when you listen to the details. They raped her, then beat her to a pulp afterwards. Look at how they stripped her of her humanity. Pardon my language, but only mindless beasts are capable of such a thing. I know we politicians can be extravagant with the language in these kind of situations sometimes, but in all honesty, I’m really traumatized by this. I can only imagine what her family is going through, hoping she makes it out of that coma. Nobody deserves to have their body violated. Nobody. No matter what.

“Once again, my personal plea is that the IGP takes this case very seriously. Whoever these monsters are need to be caught and dealt with according to the law. In any case, the past few years have proven what an incompetent and hopeless case we have for a President. He should at least get this one right before we can kick him out of power...”

Oscar and Larissa looked at each other, matching looks of exasperation at that last statement.

“Uh, Maa, correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s no need for the introduction of politics in this sensitive issue, is there?” he asked.

She simply shook her head. “To think this was gonna be the one interview of his I’d actually like. He was doing so well till he had to throw that jab. Especially with that one about no one deserving to be violated. Indeed. You’re one hell of a disgusting monster if you do that. Rapists, ugh, most despicable species on earth!”

She then quickly looked at the clock, then sprung to her feet. “Herh, I almost forgot I’m supposed to meet Mr. Adedeme and Akwetey Bruce this morning concerning the takeover of his business. Official talks begin after this weekend.”

“Oooooh, so you’re gonna be meeting your beloved politician from next week?”

She sighed out loud. “Yes. And I am soooooo looking forward to it.”

She walked away, then stopped. “Oh, by the way, check my drawer in the room. Where I keep my jackets. There should be an envelope in there. Take GHc100.”

Oscar sprung to his feet in glee. “Awwwwww! Maa, have I told you recently how much I love you?”

Larissa gave him that ‘you-see-your-life’ look again. “You just did.”

“Well, lemme repeat it again: I love you, Maa!”

“I love you too, baby boy. Now leave me alone. And stop engaging in tautology. It’s either ‘lemme repeat it’ or ‘lemme say it again.'”


If you don’t know, and you go and say it anywhere that Emmanuel Adamtey has raped you, eh… trust me, within 24 hours of that mistake, you’ll find yourself cursing your birth date.

Idiot! I need satisfaction, and you’re there flexing. Why else did I come after you? Kwasia!

These cruel words reverberated around Aniyah’s mind as she sat in the bathtub, shivering violently and crying as she struggled to come to terms with the awful events of last night.

After attempting to use the water in the tub to clean herself when she got in, she pulled the plug out, and simply sat in, trembling and weeping as Adamtey’s despicable actions replayed in her head.

She had never expected it would get to this. She knew he was no incarnation of Mother Teresa. In fact, she knew he was pretty much the opposite. Foul-mouthed, unfriendly, selfish, nasty.

But she never thought that what was supposed to be an aggressive and often-antagonistic politician had that evil, malicious side to him. She never thought that he would actually be…

…a rapist.

Yeah, as expected. She’s traumatized. And the absolute nerve and hypocrisy of Adamtey!! Sigh. Well, we wait to see. And other plots will soon be taking shape; be watchful for those. In the meantime, have a merry Christmas!! Enjoy the festivities as much as you can before we meet again next week!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP2 – Violare

Another Friday is here, so we’re back to business!! Now we get to see what’s up with the likes of Diamond and Toby. And like I mentioned, something major might be coming up. Let’s get into it!

“We’re in, and we got the pizza!” Aki announced as she opened the door to the Dolphyne house, her arms in the air as she walked triumphantly towards the squad seated in the living room. Behind her was Kwame, holding two pizza boxes.

“Great, you guys are in. so we can get this meeting-,” Diamond started, holding up the TV remote to turn it off. Until Adina’s ‘Sika’ music video came on. Which had her, Akinyi and Naa Shormeh screaming in excitement.

“Turn that volume up, Diamond!” Akinyi squealed enthusiastically, which was actually a moot demand, as Diamond had already increased the volume up and was already on her feet, ready to groove to the song, along with the other girls.

“Odo yɛ dɛ sen sika, odo yɛ dɛ sen bibiaa, enti Mr. Otua, show me something deeper!” the three ladies sang out in unison, super deep into the song. The boys sat around, amused by the excitement, but nodding their heads as the song progressed. Oscar in particular was singing along, while Edem and Kwame nodded their heads.

“Oh, Lord, I needed that,” Diamond said when the video ended.

“I know, right! That’s my song for the moment, chale!” Naa Shormeh responded enthusiastically as she took her seat in the sofa next to Oscar.

“Ugh, it’s so good. I wish I could put a verse on it,”Akinyi whined as she took a seat next to Kwame.

“Speaking of verses, our battle commences after this meeting,” Edem announced. “Time to lay down my Who Da Man bars! I got some ogya in my lungs; get ready to be singed!”

“Bring it on, Mr. Sark Stan,” Akinyi responded. “But be forewarned: you underestimate this cutie at your own peril.”

Ummm… Alright, guys, we’ll get to that at the appropriate time. Let’s get this meeting started. So we’ve been making some major headway, and things are looking good,” Diamond said, remaining on her feet. “So, as you all know, especially Naa Shormeh, I’ve been doing my research on the business, and I had you all helping out with those questionnaires and stuff just to ascertain the possibilities. So far, so good. Smoothie and fruit juice bar it is!”

A chorus of cheers followed in response.

“So, here’s some good news. My search for a trailer is complete, so I’ll be working on completing payment and all. My mother, the champion solicitor she is, is taking care of the paperwork. Incorporation, employee manual, licensing, all that stuff. Tomorrow, I’m going to check out various conducive spots for the business.

“There’s been a little blip, though. Becky told me just this afternoon that her boy who was planning the healthy foods business has pulled out. From what she said, it looks like he counted the cost and decided he’d rather not go ahead with it.”

“Oh, chale,” Shormeh said, “so the joint thing isn’t coming on?”

“For the moment, nope. Becky was saying there are some other options, though. Since I’m now starting out, she suggested I join the business to an existing healthy foods business, or find someone else who is willing to partner up. If those don’t work, I might have to go solo. So since I have a lot on my hands, I’m letting you handle that. You’re familiar with the business plan and all, so…”

“Not a problem, Dee.”

“Alright, then. So Edem and Oscar are still on the social media thingy, and I trust that’s running smoothly so far.”

“Yes, Diamond. The teasers so far are garnering attention. The way Edem’s managed to do it should be enough to hold people over while you settle the joint thingy,” Oscar replied.

“Thank God for that. I must say, I’m grateful to you all for helping out with these little tasks. This business is not a joke at all, and your input in reducing the pressure on me is totally appreciated. Soooo… I think Aki and Kwame are handling the extra research on the menus, right?”

The two nodded. “We don’t want to stress you out, but I’m sure having a pretty big menu would set you apart from the others. Having a large number of varieties,” Akinyi said.

“Of course, once you manage to get others on board with the needed skills, maybe you can look at what can be done. We’re taking into account the ingredients needed, and their availability on the market as well,” Kwame added. “There’s one colleague of mine at the aviation school who’s up-to-date on that, so we’re covered.”

“Great, great. Honestly, y’all are amazing. Even at this stage, look at how you’re going all out for me. Y’all are the best,” Diamond gushed delightedly, to the response of awwws and youre-welcomes.

“I believe I speak for the other siblings when I say we’re looking forward to this, considering how great you’ve been at creating those smoothies. I have no doubt this ambition of yours is gonna succeed,” Oscar said. “That forehead deserves global recognition, anyways.”

Diamond shot him an evil look as the others laughed. “Watch yourself, young man. I’m the daughter of a lawyer with world-class savagery, and I can definitely tap from that well and give it to you.”

“Ha! As if that savage lawyer isn’t my mother. Like we’ll ‘detty’ each other all night.”

“Ummm, we can eat all the pizza while we watch you guys have a go at each other, right?” Edem asked innocently.

Diamond’s evil glare immediately fell upon him. “Gentleman, you’ve never been stung by a scorpion before. Don’t let this be your first time!”

Edem held up his hands in mock surrender as the others laughed. “Sorry, mi lady. I won’t try.”

“Good. Alright, people. Reporting time! Time to let us know the full details, so we know the next moves!”

“And after that, y’all get to watch me beat Edem in the rap battle!” Akinyi added cheekily, drawing groans and eye rolls from the others.


“Ah, seriously? So you then Kwartemaa no dey again?” Toby asked in disbelief.

“Nah, chale. The girl give plenty excuses. Ɛna, she doesn’t think this is going in the right direction, she needs to find herself, it’s not me, it’s her…”

“Yieeeee! That last statement be killa pass! It’s not you, it’s me. Ahba!”

“Chale, Toby. Ibi today wey I shake myself, talk my body sey I no for kill myself over woman. Like three days this, man make basaa! Boy! I no go lie you, the studying then the hustling all, na ibi Kwartemaa I dey think about. Chale, I dey see am for my future then things. Now, suddenly. Out of nowhere. The girl say make we end am. Herh! The way my heart pain me these past three days, I never see some before!”

“Oh, chale, Kay-Bee. Kafra, wai.”

His next door neighbour in the hostel had come over to his room and shared his pretty devastating tale of how his girlfriend of about a year had broken up with him.

He had seen them together a number of times. They looked great together; Kay-Bee was a pretty good-looking guy, and Kwartemaa a very sweet-looking chic. One thing he admired about them was how they weren’t like most of the couples in the hostel, who got loud and busy most of the time when there were visits.

Makes my little infatuation with Nnenna look so trivial and silly, to be honest.

He had recovered from that little disappointment and moved on. After that tough love talk from Kwame, he had realized that brooding over her was pretty much a waste of time. They had spoken just once, and it was ridiculous to remain so emotionally attached to someone he barely knew, and who barely knew him, much less have interest in him.

He had started a little bottled water selling business upon the commencement of the new academic year. With an ice chest and a constant supply of ice, it was running smoothly so far. At least, he had a substantial number of people coming around to buy the water.

It was this evening that Kay-Bee decided to pass by and get one for himself. And ended up informing Toby of his heartache.

“Then times I dey see the heartbreak stories for Twitter, I go laugh saaa. Saa na inobi joke. Chale!”

“Hmmm, Kay-Bee. Love diɛɛ, ibi serious matter oo…”

A knock on the door followed.

Toby sprung up and walked to the door and opened it.

A light-skinned girl stood before him. “This is where the bottled water is sold, right?”

“Yes, please.”


“Voltic, Special Ice, Awake…”

“Oh, let me buy Awake, then. 5 bottles, please.”

“No problem. That’ll be 5 cedis.”

She handed over the note to him, and he immediately moved to the ice chest and took out 5 bottle of Awake drinking water, taking a polythene bag nearby and placing them in before handing it over to her.

“Thank you very much!” she said sweetly.

“You’re welcome.” He closed the door and turned to his neighbour, who was still taking time to wrap his mind around his heartbreak.

“Herh! Roselyn Nana Akua Adepa Kwartemaa Acheampong! The way I make my mind sey you go be my one and only wey you do me like this. Hmmm, inobi notin. God dey.”

Toby sighed.


A bag of Doritos by her side, Aniyah reached into it and took a few chips, munching on them as she watched reruns of America’s Next Top Model.

Living in a small but plush house with just two bedrooms, she was pretty comfortable with her shelter, which had been fully financed by one of her previous lovers. As long as she was far from her parents, where she could live her life as she pleased, she was fine.

She turned the bag over to take up the fragments of the remaining Doritos when she heard a banging on the door. Placing the contents in her mouth, she frowned as the person impatiently banged.

“I’m coming, lah! Ah, do you want to break down my door?” she snapped as she grabbed her morning coat to cover herself and rushed to the door to unlock it, ready to give the person a good blasting.

Upon the unlocking of the door, the person behind the door pushed roughly and forced his way into the house.

It was Adamtey. The last person she wanted to see.

“Look, what is the meaning of all this nonsense? Since I returned, you’ve refused to return any of my calls or respond to my messages. What sort of rubbish is that? Don’t you know at this point I’m in need of it?” he snapped as he stormed into the living room.

Aniyah, rushing after him, came to stand before him and looked him up and down, a total look of disgust on her face. “You have some nerve coming to this house, you know that? After those insulting words, coupled with the way you sacked me from the office, you think I’ll happily skip to your place and open up my legs for you? You are mad! Please, I don’t want to have anything to do with you! Leave this house right now!”

“Now listen to me,” Adamtey started, his index finger in her face, “what happened that morning was never a break up thing. I was simply putting you in your place. I still need it from you. And when I need it, I expect you to show up and let me have it.”

“Ugh! You really are mad! Such rubbish! Am I a sex toy to you? This body is mine, and it’s my choice who gets to enter my holiest place. I let you in when I wanted to, and now I say, you can’t get in no more. You don’t own me, Adamtey! Now get the hell out of my house!”

Adamtey looked amused. “After entering there many times, you now want to bar me from getting in? Do I look like a joke to you?”

“Well, if it looks like one, spews crap like one and thinks like one, it certainly has to be one. You most definitely are a joke if you think you can insult my very existence and expect me to come running back to you. You do not get to do that to me, then expect I’ll willingly be at your beck and call. You don’t!”

Adamtey took a deep breath, then exhaled, rubbing his temple as he spoke. “Listen, woman. We can be civil and gentle about this, alright? Now, please. Forget about whatever happened in the past. I’ve been horny for weeks, and it’s only you that can satisfy me. Please, I need it. Will you let me in?”

Aniyah put on a look of mock flattery. “Oh my goodness, I have an amazing fruit downstairs! Why, thank you, Mr. Adamtey, I’m so honoured my p**** is so sweet, it keeps you coming back for more. Guess what, though? I’d rather give it to a man who at least has a bare minimum level of respect for me. Which is something you sorely lack. Not that it’s surprising, though; I mean, you barely have respect for anyone. So hell no! If you need it, go drive around the red light district areas. Now get the f*** out of my house and close the door behind you.”

With that, she turned away from him.

He grabbed her arm roughly, and turned her back to face him. “Listen here, woman. I am not playing with you. You think I masturbated off your pics for nothing? You think I ignored all the sluts I came across in New Jersey for nothing? You think I left my office just for you to display like this? Stop playing foolish games and let me have it. I need it, and I need it now!”

She grew scared as she noted the psychotic glint in his eyes. The way he was getting rough was pretty frightening. “Let me go, Adamtey. Stop hurting me,” she groaned as his grip grew tighter with her efforts to break free.

“Then quit f***ing around with me. Take me to your room, take your clothes off and let me have my moment.”


“Look, are you listening to me at all? Let me have it, goddamn it!”

“No! Leave me alone!”



With that, she spat in his face.

In quickfire succession, Adamtey’s hand was raised, and in a matter of milliseconds, it made heavy contact with Aniyah’s face.

It took her by surprise so bad, she ended up sprawled on the floor, slightly dazed by the painful impact. He stood over her, a dark look on his face.

“Well, if you’re not going to let me have it, then I might as well take it by force.”

It took a little over ten seconds for Aniyah to figure out what that meant. By that time, however, Adamtey was over her, reaching for her morning coat to tear it off.

She struggled to push him off, but in return, two more heavy slaps were received. His palm happened to be pretty tough, so those slaps rendered her quite numb. She lay there in a state of blankness, too weak to defend himself.

Too weak to resist as he ripped off her morning coat.

Too glazed to prevent him from tearing off her bra.

Too weak to kick him off as he pulled off her shorts and tore off her panties.

Too weak to fight as he pulled down his trousers and, with a fierce passion, forced himself upon her…

Dark turning point, chale! Looks like Adamtey is more than just a belligerent politician. He’s got an unpleasant side to him. How is this gonna play out over the course of the season? Well, you gotta stick around to find that out!

*Kafra, wai – Sorry, okay

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP1 – Dolls, Sixes & Rejects

...annnnnnndddddddd, we’re back!!!!!!! 🙌🙌🎉🎊

Time to get back to business with Daniel, Larissa and their five kids. Including the cousin from Canada, Mr. Nasty Politics and his paramour. As has been stated previously, this season got some work in it. Take season 1 as an introduction; this is where the juice is at! Oh, and there are some new characters you’re gonna meet this time around…

Well, no need to prolong it too much. All I will say is that if this is your first time here, you definitely ought to get introduced properly, so find your way there, and get familiar.

Let’s get into it, y’all! A new season begins!!

Awww, how cute!”


“Addy. Addy was just gazing at him. The look on her face was so adorable. She really likes him.”

“Hehe, yeah.”

Kwame was seated at the back of the church, observing as the choir rehearsed for next Sunday’s service. Seated next to him, noticing the way Adelaide was casting glances at Oscar while on stage, was the newest girl in town, with whom he had struck up an instant close friendship.

Miss Akinyi Mwita.

A Kenyan young lady who was 24, but had a physique so cute, it would be easy to mistake her for a 16 year old. What she lacked in size, however, she more than made up for with her generally extroverted disposition. A self-professed ‘fun-loving, high-spirited, sometimes-tomboyish Luo doll’, she had been in Ghana for about a month, and upon joining the church where the Dolphynes worshipped, it didn’t take long for her infectiously affable nature to endear her to many.

Particularly Kwame, who was now pretty much her bestie.

“So they’ve made it official or something? She’s yet to say anything to me about it,” she asked as Kwame sat up.

He shook his head. “Nah. Talking stage, or something like that. He still needs some time after the whole Barbara spectacle.”

“Oh yeah. That was a pretty low point for him, wasn’t it?”

“It was. I mean, it was bad enough that I had to hear that silly girl and her bitchy friend insult him like that. But Lord knows I wanted to smash the crap out of them with a baseball bat when Oscar told me what happened. Ah! When he went to meet the Barbara girl afterwards, she brought her Maku friend, and they rained all kinds of insults on him.”

Akinyi put a hand over her mouth. “Oww!”

“Yes! They said he’s a world-class loser, a jon boy, a lame ass, among other things, and that even if there was no other man on earth, he wouldn’t even make it on her supplementary list. Oh, all sorts of nasty talk, just disgracing the boy. I didn’t have good vibes about her the first day we met, but this really angered me.

“I can imagine. I mean, if you don’t like him, just tell him you’re not interested. Being all nasty and stuff is so immature.”

“It’s that her stupid friend kraaa that annoys me, with that her face like a rotten watermelon. Making more noise than Barbara. Stupid elephant like her! Nonsense!”

“Whoa, easy there, gentleman! Watch your language,” Akinyi said, patting his shoulder.

“Hmmm, Aki, I was mad papa. It was he who told me to calm down and let it go, that he’ll just ignore her from now onwards. Serwaah too came and saw me angry, and started calming me down. Family peacemaker as always.”

“Awwww, how sweet! I love that little girl, you know. She just exudes so much sweetness and innocence.”

“Oh yeah. The baby Dolphyne. The way she calmed me down, then consoled Oscar and told him not to mind her was too precious. She’s such a sweetheart, that little princess of ours. Just don’t step on the floors she’s mopped. That’s one way to get on her bad side. The evil look alone…”

Akinyi laughed. “Can you blame her? I get pissed myself when people do that.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I won’t lie, though, the four months I’ve spent back home with the Dolphynes has been awesome. I’ve never been able to enjoy that big family thing before, you know, with being an only child, and my mother passing. That family has their moments, like how the boys especially can be a little too secretive, but, I love them.”

“Me too! The guys are so awesome. Oscar, Toby, Anasah. The ladies, all so amazing. Sweet little Serwaah. My beautiful tree Diamond. And Mrs. Larissa. Oh my God, that woman! I still get starstruck upon seeing her sometimes.”

Kwame laughed. “Yeah, Auntie Lari is a queen. No two ways about that. So sweet-hearted and loving, too. Just don’t get on her bad side. She will rip you up. Same with Uncle Danny. They’ve really managed to get that balance on being strict and loving.”

“And they’re so beautiful together!” Aki sighed, a dreamy expression on her face. “The absolute definition of marriage goals.”

“Oh, indeed. Twenty plus years, and they can’t get enough of each other. Just like how I’ve loved apple juice for years and still can’t get enough of it.”

Akinyi rolled her eyes. “Be serious, Kwame. And speaking of juice, you know we have to move in the next 10 minutes, right? The pizza for that meeting with Diamond later tonight concerning her upcoming business?”

“Oh, right, right. Got it. Ten minutes, then we move. Let’s hear Addy kill that Christy Nockels song first. I get the chills when she gets to that Hallelujah bridge…”


“… so when I saw the news article on Facebook, I was like ‘ahhh, Lari’s wish has finally come to pass!’ Now the Non-Custodial Sentencing Bill has been assented.”

“Oh, you know it, Danny. I mean, in all the time I was working at the Attorney-General’s Department, that was one thing I kept hoping for. Because it’ll help our criminal justice system papa. Danny, the kind of overcrowding in the prisons is not pretty. And it’s not like the judges can do what they like; they have to abide by the law. So most of the time, it’s either prison or a fine, and for the latter, if they fail to pay, it’s prison. So chale, this will make things better.”

Daniel nodded. “Indeed. Not every offence has to lead to jail time. The likes of community service will certainly help out.”

The Dolphyne couple were out on one of their regular outings. Seated in a private restaurant, they were busily discussing legal issues, particularly the assent to the Non-Custodial Sentencing Bill, which was a topic Larissa had given a talk on at the most recent Bar Conference.

“Exactly. Chale, Ghana needs a lot of cleaning up. If we have prisoners doing that, it’ll help. And they’ll learn sense too, hopefully. Prison diɛɛ, it should be for the ones who commit crimes that warrant such a punishment.”

Daniel nodded. “But you know, I still get baffled by some of these stories. Like some teenage boy bi sentenced to 20 years in an adult prison for stealing ten cedis. I mean, how, baby, how?”

“Hmmmm. That story still bosts my mind. Because it was so wrong on so many levels. As to why the complainant insisted on having the boy prosecuted is incredible. Ten cedis? Come on! And yeah, he was tried in the Circuit Court since he did it with an adult. But after he was found guilty, he should have been taken to the Juvenile Court for sentencing! For him to be sentenced by that judge is just inexcusable in our criminal jurisprudence. Totally inexcusable.”

“Hmmm. Ɛyɛ asem ooo.”

“For real, chale. Excuse me for a minute, Danny. Gotta go to the washroom.”

As she rose up, Daniel gave her a pretty naughty up-and-down look, loving the sight of her in the sunflower dress she had bought a few weeks after Diamond got hers. “Damn, I got a hot wife. Just look at you, babe.”

“Danny, behave yourself,” she retorted playfully as she walked away.

With her off to the washroom, Daniel took his phone and responded to some WhatsApp messages.

He was busy responding to one question posed on his Augusco Old Boys WhatsApp group when he heard a voice.

“Hey, Daddy.”

He looked up to find a young woman, wearing a short strapless rose sequin dress, standing by him, a very suggestive look on her face, as she bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Umm… who are you, young lady?”

“Only the sexiest lady you’ve ever seen in your life,” she purred, clearly ready to seduce him. She put her hand on his shoulder.

Daniel smiled and shook his head while taking her hand off. “Umm, actually, no. you’re not.”

The young lady seemed rather taken aback by that. “Wh-wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, yes, you’re dressed to kill right now, and any man wouldn’t deny how steamy you look right now. But to me, you’re not the sexiest woman I’ve ever set my eyes upon. I already saw the one who holds that title tonight. So, whatever it is you seem to have for me, it’s a no, please.”

The young lady looked genuinely confused at this point. “You-you dunno what you’re talking about. A woman sexier than me? You don’t see all this…”

Just then, Larissa appeared. As she walked towards the table, Daniel’s eyes were fixed in her direction. The young lady followed the direction of his gaze and upon seeing Larissa, sucked her breath in.

“Hey boo, I’m done,” Larissa said as she arrived at the table, her eyes on the young lady, who visibly squirmed at her hard glare. “Anything the matter, young lady?” she asked.

She shook her head. “N-n-n-no, no, please. I was, uh, just…”

Daniel gave her a little wave. “See what I mean? Have a good night, miss.”

Quite red-faced at this point, she briskly walked off.

“What the hell was that all about?” Larissa asked, the jealousy too obvious to cover up.

“Just one rare episode of ‘Not Every Man Is A Don Draper’, baby,” Daniel responded with a sigh. “The girl thinks she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever set my eyes upon. Clearly trying to make a move on me. Not knowing I’m looking at the rightful holder of that title right now and as such am not the least bit interested.”

Larissa chuckled, his statement extinguishing the little fire, although she attempted to keep a hard gaze on him.

“But hot damn, Lari, you are looking so irresistible tonight. I’m not even joking!”

“Danny!” she scolded, her attempts at a stern look failing as his flirtatious compliments broke down her defences as usual and she began to smile and look away.

“No seriously. Like, you’ve got me thinking out loud. Hehe. It’s been a while since I did something special to you. Did it to you in your 20s, did it to you in your 30s. Now I think it’s time you get served in the 40s. What do you say? Let’s talk about six, baby!

Larissa blushed as it occurred to her what he meant.

“Ohhhh! Herh, Danny!”


Aniyah stormed to her car, super embarrassed at how that had gone down. As she stood by her car, she was fuming at how effortlessly she had been rebuffed; not often did it happen, and she hated it when it did happen.

Calming herself down, she shook her head as she recounted the big beauty that had approached the table, turning out to be the handsome man’s wife. She couldn’t deny it, that woman was pure gold. “I know I’m hot, but damn, I gotta admit, that woman’s quite a bombshell,” she murmured to herself.

Just then, she felt a vibration in her bag. She opened it up and took the phone out. The caller ID on the screen made her curl her lips in disgust.

Emmanuel Adamtey.

After those nasty words the last time they met, it had been a while. She discovered a few days later that he had travelled out of the country for a while, and would be away for about a month. Of course, no word from him concerning that, but she cared less.

He had returned two weeks ago, and had been calling and texting her, informing her of his desire for some intense sessions. She had ignored him, still hurt deeply by all he had said.

Not that she never had disagreements with some of her past lovers, but she couldn’t remember being grossly disrespected by any of them the way Adamtey had. From that moment onwards, she knew she wanted nothing to do with him. No matter how good sex was with him, it wasn’t worth the utter disdain he had shown her.

She had considered the prospect of letting his secret life out to the public, but decided against it. With his political position and all, she felt it would be twisted into a political argument and at the end, the disgrace she’d want upon him would be futile. She decided it was better to forget him and act like they had never been intimate in the first place.

She had had a few flings, but she wanted a new sugar daddy. Which was the reason why she was around that evening. One who would at least treat her the way a human being ought to be treated. She thought she had found the perfect one, but obviously, he was nowhere near interested.

She pressed the reject button.

“Rubbish! After telling me I’m nothing and that you can finish my whole family, you now want to get your stick in between my legs. Idiot!”

She looked around, shrugged and opened her car door.

“Oh well, the search continues tomorrow. Let me go catch up on some Top Model episodes and get some sleep,” she said to herself as she got into the car, switched on the engine and drove off.


The number you are calling is busy. Please call back later. The number you are call-

He pressed the end call button angrily and slammed the phone on the table.

“Goddamnit, what the hell is wrong with her!! I’m tired of this nonsense already!”

Well, Adamtey is not happy. I wonder what’s going to happen next… I guess next week will give us the answer. No spoiler, but… it’s probably gonna be a stunner. As for the rest of the Dolphynes, we’ll catch up with them next week. Stay tuned!!

*Ɛyɛ asem oo – It’s a problem

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 7

Now that the boy has been found, it’s time for this little story to end…

“Oh, chale, so two of the kiddies die?” Illiasu asked.

Azah nodded sadly. “Yeah oo. Ibi sad. I no know which kind spirit go enter the driver make he flip over the truck like that.”

“Chale, that thing ankasa, ibi wickedness of the highest degree. Sey you go kidnap kiddies then take them go some far place then force them to work. Ah! Why?” Johnson added passionately.

“I shock. Ibi greed, chale. All because of money, you dey break up happy families then sell poor vulnerable kiddies to some cruel masters. God go punish all those them dey do that thing. Abi He start sef?” Stringazy declared.

“Oh, He start kraaa. See how them barb Jozi. So them all go fall!” Johnson continued to voice out.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and as usual, this little quartet was just hanging around, engaging in chit-chat. The news of Jozi’s accident, arrest and incoming prosecution had not taken long in spreading around town, and it took many by surprise. While some people chose to believe it was simply a case of ‘Ghanaians bringing down their own’ and speculated that he had been framed, many others were stunned and horrified that a successful young man like him would delve into such dastardly trades.

In making the announcement of his arrest, the police had chosen to keep the identity of the boys a secret, so as to prevent them from being victimized. Although they had not been formally informed about this, they deciphered that such was the reason why they had barely heard from the men in blue.

And as far as they were concerned, that was really not something to be bothered about. They were just happy to know they managed to help somebody out.

“But the way people shock give am eh, not easy. My old man insult am roff! He say he no dey understand the guy. How you get booming business wey you dey dabble in child trafficking. He just shock,” Illiasu said.

“Not just you ooo,” Azah added. “Those my two aunties at the end of this lane. Monday evening, come see condemnation! No be small thing!”

The boys laughed. They knew those aunties of Azah to be pretty quick in lambasting acts of the youth they considered reprehensible and unacceptable.

“So by now di33, he dey cells, right?”

“If them no bail am out by now, yeah. But chale, he mess up. The blastings he dey receive no be without merit. It was never necessary to do this,” Stringazy said.

“At all. Just do your normal thing. Ahaa, Stringazy, so Maa Adwoa say what?” Johnson asked.

Stringazy grinned. The mere mention of the name made his face light up. “Chale, her mind dey. Her mind dey kraaa. I know sey she go give me good answer soon…”

He was interrupted by the vibration in his pocket. His phone was ringing.

He took it out and saw an unfamiliar number, which Truecaller revealed to be the number of one ‘Sgt Jahara’.

His heartbeat increased upon seeing that. He had no recollection whatsoever of giving his number to the man. “Chale, Sergeant Jahara dey call ooo!” he hissed to the others, who grew silent as he answered. “Uh, h-hello, Sir?”

They might have been of immense help to the police, but that didn’t make the sergeant less intimidating to them.

“Ebenezer Dadzie! How are you doing?” the sergeant’s booming voice came through, sending chills down his spine.

“Fine, sir. Fine,” he stuttered.

“Good. I need you and your friends at my station as soon as possible. Be quick about it!”

“Y-y-y-yes, sir! Yes, sir! I-I-I’ll let them know. R-right away,” he answered obediently.

As he hung up, he looked at his squad. “Chale, the man say make we come the station.”


There was a knock on the door of the small office on the left side of the entrance to the police station.

“Come in!”

The door opened, and in stepped the quartet: Azah, Illiasu, Stringazy and Johnson.

Sergeant sat at a desk, and in front of him sat a man who looked like he was in his late 30s. Standing next to him was a little boy with his arm in a sling, looking excited despite having one good arm at that moment.

It didn’t take long for the boys to guess who that was.

It was little Benji and his father.

“Young men, meet little Benjamin Bart-Plange. The boy you helped save from the clutches of Jozi and Jerry James. One of them, at least. And this is Mr. Robert, his father. Sir, these are the youngsters who helped to find your son.”

Robert turned and smiled at the quartet, who looked delighted to meet him. One by one, they extended a hand to shake his as they formally introduced themselves.

“Reuben Johnson, sir.”

“Mohamed Illiasu.”

“Francis Azah.”

“Ebenezer Dadzie.”

“A pleasure to meet you all, boys,” Robert said, his face beaming with smiles. “Benji, these are the boys who helped the police to catch the bad guys that took you away. Say hello to them,” he ordered his son gently.

Benji responded by waving at the boys, a cute little smile while shyly saying hello. They responded with waves of their own.

“Well, obviously, there’s one reason why I’m here, and that’s to thank you guys so much for what you did. God knows how grateful I am to you all for the part you played in helping to find my boy. It was only a couple of days, but Lord have mercy, it felt like 50 years waiting and hoping for the best. Absolute torment. If it hadn’t been for you guys, my life would be in shambles, chale. I lost my wife a few years back, so losing him would have made me snap.”

The sergeant and the boys looked taken aback by the mention of his wife.

“Woow,” Azah gasped, shaking his head. “Then we really helped you out.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Johnson murmured in agreement. “Herh. The thought of it alone just gives me chills. Lose your wife, then son. Chale! I’d go mad myself.”

“Well, thanks be to God you guys were where you were,” Sergeant Jahara said. “It could have ended differently if it hadn’t been the case. And I guess it’s been a lesson for me, personally.”

Turning to Robert, he continued, “You know, to be very honest, these gentlemen in front of you are not exactly shining role models in this part of town. I’ve had some misgivings with them. Serious misgivings, in fact. So I pretty much wrote them off. But I guess this whole saga has taught me not to cast people aside like that. You don’t know who God can use to help others.”

“Oh, indeed,” Robert agreed, nodding his head. “We can’t tell who will be of immense help to us at the time we need it most.”

“Very true. Gentlemen!” Sergeant Jahara said, turning to the boys once more. “For obvious reasons, we can’t put your identities out there. This trafficking ring thing is more deadly, and the last thing we need is for you guys to be hunted and victimized. But officially, I want to say, congratulations for helping us to save this little man’s life. And the lives of the surviving two young ones. You boys did a fantastic job, and I must say, I’m proud of you all.”

The faces of the quartet beamed with delight. If you had told them they would receive high praise from a strict and stern-looking officer like P/W Sergeant Derek Jahara, they would have laughed hard at you and suggested you were overdosed on Tramadol. But here it was, right before them: a Sergeant Jahara giving them a pleased look and words of commendation.

They all saluted. “Thank you, Sir.”

“So Mr. Robert will take your numbers and you’ll get your reward later on. And hey, if any of you think you want to join us here to help take down more of the criminals in society, you can let me know. You never know. You might just have found your way to your calling,” he ended with a shrug.

They smiled among themselves. They may not have ever considered joining the police force, but maybe after taking down these bad guys, it was something they could begin to think about.

Azah in particular looked especially interested. “We’ll give it some thought and get back to you, sir. It’s certainly an offer I will personally love to take.”

And that’s a wrap, people!! Robert’s little boy returned safe and sound, bad guys will be dealt with, and the young boys will be rewarded. Satisfying conclusion! Now let’s get ready for season 2 of Meet The Dolphynes!!

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 6

The final month of 2019 is upon us already! Chale, time goes so quickly, doesn’t it? Well, all glory be to God for taking us through the year. It’s not been easy, but He’s been good…

Little piece of info for y’all: 25th June is SOD’s birthday. My baby growing, ain’t she?

Well… something nasty happened at the end of part 5. Are the traffickers and victims OK? Let’s see…

It was 11:28 pm when Robert’s phone rang.

Still struggling to get a peaceful, uninterrupted bout of sleep, Robert was lying on the couch when his ringtone blared loud. He sprung up and immediately grabbed the phone, ready to answer and unload all the questions he had on his mind.

He hesitated a bit, though. As anxious as he was, he felt maybe he needed to take his time and let the man speak. Flooding his questions on the superintendent wouldn’t better or worsen what he had to say.

His right hand shivering, he pressed the green button and answered, “Hello?”

“Mr. Bart-Plange… I need you to come over to the station as soon as possible. Your son has been found…”

“OH MY GOD, YES!!” Robert screamed with delight, punching the air with his free fist. Relief coursed through his veins with that statement. Oh, the joy! The euphoric joy!

“So is he with you right now? Can I speak to him? Is he OK?”

The excitement had him going back on his earlier decisions as he unloaded excited enquiries on the superintendent.

“Calm down, Mr. Bart-Plange.”

The response from him brought back the unease in Robert’s insides. He went mute, wondering what was next.

“Your son was found in the possession of a notorious child trafficker. A team apprehended he and an accomplice at the Kpone Police Barrier, but things took a bit of an unpleasant turn…”


“Oh God, oh dear God, please don’t let my son die,” he whispered to himself as he sat in the backseat with Nana, as Superintendent Larbi drove to the hospital where all the inhabitants of the truck had been admitted.

The superintendent shook his head. “It’s incredible. Just when we managed to find ourselves a step ahead of him, this happens.”

“Sooo… any word yet since the team last contacted you, SP?” Nana asked, his arm around his friend who had his eyes shut in prayer, begging God to spare the life of his son.

“Not yet. All we know is that the Jerry James guy passed on the way to the hospital. Suicide.”

“Oh wow!”

“Yep. According to DSP, after the team rushed in to retrieve those in the car, there was a sickening cutting sound they heard. Somehow, he grabbed a broken piece of glass and slit his throat before he was taken out. Didn’t make it.”

“Good Lord! Ei!”

“Hmmm. Some of these criminals eh. It’s like they’ll rather kill themselves than be captured. It’s crazy.”

“What about the other guy?”

“No word on his condition yet. None concerning the children either. Information given to me was that it seems pretty serious, though. Our hope is that they all survive. We need them all.”

“Hmmm, we pray so. But honestly, it sounds like it was intentional. Like he deliberately made that sharp turn just to flip the truck over. What kind of evil people do we have on this planet? Ei! Wicked and unreasonable men for real.”

“Chairman, this world has so many of them. Human beings who won’t blink at the opportunity to hurt another person. No matter how vulnerable they are. My brother, it’s amazing.”

“So-so, they were going to sell them off?” Robert asked quietly.

“Yeah. At the Afram Plains. That side of town has become a hub for that activity. We’ve caught a number of traffickers there in recent times. Released a lot of children who were being made to work under extremely dangerous conditions. It’s just amazing what the love of money can do. No wonder the Bible says it’s the root of all evil.”

Nana Kyereme shook his head. “Indeed. So in love with money, you’re willing to do the worst to little children. Goodness!”

“Hmmm,” Robert sighed. “Well, I just pray to God that my baby boy is OK. And the other children, for that matter. None of their parents deserve to lose their child because of these cold, selfish bastards. None of them.


DSP Bentil stood to his feet and saluted as his superior and two other gentlemen walked through the entrance of the Atlantis Clinic. SP Larbi introduced them to the deputy, who shook their hands and gestured to the seats nearby, asking Robert and Nana Kyereme to take a seat. As they did, he walked away with his superior, who gave him some needed information.

As they sat, Nana Kyereme looked around. “I wonder if any of the parents of the other children have been informed yet,” he mused.

“Yeah. Looks like the others are yet to be identified. Chale,” Robert responded, shaking his head at the thought of it.

“Hmmm. From the look of things, they probably might have been on their way to becoming child slaves if Benji’s issue hadn’t been put out there so quickly. Crazy.”

As Robert nodded, the two senior police officers returned from their discussion point and walked to the two. Robert looked up at them.

“Mr. Bart-Plange, Mr. Kyereme, I’ve just been given some information that is pretty… bittersweet.”

Robert’s heart jumped into his mouth.

“The latest news coming from the doctors attending to the victims and the surviving suspect is that three out of the five, Benjamin included, sustained traumatic head injuries. He also sustained a broken arm. They’re undergoing treatment at the moment. But from all indications, the conditions are not very critical. They should manage to pull through.”

Robert and Nana Kyereme gave huge sighs of relief. That was the most relieving piece of information the former had heard in a long time. “Oh, God, thank You! Thank You for saving my son! Thank You so much!” he whimpered, tears of joy in his eyes as Nana Kyereme lifted his hands in victory.

After a minute, Nana then asked, “But wait… you said three of them. You mean…”

DSP Bentil nodded sadly. “Yes, unfortunately, two of the little ones didn’t make it. Their bodies could not handle the resulting trauma. They’re gone.”

The two put their hands over their mouths. “Oh God!” Nana Kyereme gasped. “Owww!”

Robert shook his head. “Wow. Terrible. I’m grateful my son is alive, but… damn, someone else just lost his or her child. That’s devastating.”

“Indeed. At least, I get to give you good news. But once we identify the others and have to inform the parents of the deceased, it’s going to be something else. Been at this job for thirty-two years, and these things never get easy,” SP Larbi said sullenly. “To inform a parent that their child is no more. Hmmm…”

Robert saw the look of pain on the superintendent’s face and sighed. He felt absolutely relieved to know that Benji was safe, even though he had suffered injuries. Of course, he would choose that over him dying any day of the week. But he knew it would be tough for SP Larbi to tell the unfortunate parents of the two departed children the bad news. Indeed, it never would be easy, no matter how long he had been doing it.

“The remaining suspect is also on admission,” DSP Bentil added. “He sustained a broken cheekbone and concussion, plus various cuts on the face. He’s also not in a critical condition. We’ll have him face the full rigours of the law once he recovers.”

He sighed after that. “Jerry James, though. That man slipped through our fingers yet again. For good, this time. Well…”

“So… uh, when do I get to see my son?” Robert asked.

“I’ve informed the doctor of your presence, so when he’s done, he’ll come and meet with you. Excuse us for a moment, please.”

As the policemen walked away once again, Nana Kyereme took out his phone and called Godfred.

“Yeah, Godfred. Chale, by God’s grace, Benji is safe. Just some injuries bi he sustain in some accident. But chale, people be wicked for this world inside oo. Herh…”


An hour and a half later, the doctor attending to his son came to meet the two men sitting around, trying their best to while away the time by discussing different issues. Leading them to the ward in which Benji rested, he gave them an update on how the youngster was faring.

“He might show some extra sensitivity to light for a while, due to the head injury. And of course, his arm is in a sling, so please be cautious when you see him. He’s still in a bit of pain.”

“Noted,” Robert responded.

The doctor opened the door to the ward. He gestured toward the bed right ahead of him.

There, sitting up in his bed, right arm in a cast, was Benjamin Bart-Plange.


Robert didn’t need to be told to rush over. He immediately sprinted towards his son, tears in his eyes.

“Benji!!” he gasped as he embraced his son as tightly as he could, minding the broken arm. “Oh God, Benji, I’m so happy to see you again! I’ve been worried sick since you disappeared. I was so scared. Thought I’d never see my little boy again…”

The youngster sobbed as he flung his good arm around his father’s neck. “It was scary, Daddy. This bad man, he called me, promised me chocolate. Then suddenly, he carried me into his car and…”

“I can only imagine, Benji. But it’s all over now. Daddy’s here. Nobody’s ever gonna do anything bad to you. I promise. The police have the bad guys now. And you’re coming back home with me.”

Benji didn’t say much, choosing to shed tears of relief as he relished the embrace of his father. Indeed, the past few days had been frightening. From being grabbed just outside his school compound by a very friendly-sounding stranger to being transported to a place very far from home. Joining a group of little ones his age in a bare room in a mansion, equally as petrified and stricken by their plight as him. Spending nights soaked in tears, wishing he was back in his nice, warm, comfy bed, his father praying with him before saying goodnight, instead of the hard floor and a very unfriendly-looking gentleman who only ever peeked his head in to the room to see what they were doing.

Like his daddy said, it was all over now.


“You want a way out? I’ll show you a way out!”

Those were the last words he heard before Jerry James, out of the blue, did a sudden sharp turn.

With the truck moving at its highest speed, this caused it to turn over.

A frightened “JESUS!” scream sprouted from his lips as the vehicle flipped over. Somersaulting about two or three times, there were screams and cries from him and the children who had awoken.

As it came to a halt on its left side, he remained strapped to his seat, his belt having kept him from falling off.

His face throbbing with intense pain, he felt a blackness taking hold of his body. As he drifted out of consciousness, the last words he heard were a defiant whisper…

“They’ll never take me alive!”

Jozi’s eyes popped open. Sitting up on his bed, he gasped for breath, holding his chest as he inhaled and exhaled a couple of times.

The throbbing sensation was still present. He felt pains elsewhere. The light felt a little too bright.

But he was alive.

Thank goodness!

Just then, two neatly uniformed policemen entered his ward.

Jozi felt his heart sink once his eyes fell upon them.

This was it. It had been pretty rewarding while it lasted. But it was obvious; once he had been brought to the hospital by the police, nobody needed to inform him that this quest to become richer had backfired badly.

He may have woken up from that disturbing nightmare, a reminder of what had occurred a few hours earlier, but reality had a bigger nightmare in store for him. And there was no way to escape this one.

It was over for him…

So Robert and Benji are reunited, and Jozi’s gonna be dealt with. Appropriate, I think. Tomorrow’s the conclusion of this mini-series!!

© Qwamenah 2019

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 5

The culprits are on their way to the plains. Will they make it through or get caught? Let’s see…

“My queen! My love! Oh God, I miss you so much. Why did you have to go so soon? We weren’t done living life together. My life is so hollow without you, Sams. Why did you have to leave me this way?”

In a tight embrace with his wife, Robert could not stop the tears from flowing, as he held onto the beautiful human being who had departed a few years ago in the most tragic of circumstances.

Samira simply stayed silent, rubbing his back as her arms were locked tightly around his waist.

“Robbie darling,” she murmured. “Things don’t always go the way we expect them to. Life can be a cruel waitress at times, serving you with the most horrid of situations. But baby, the past can’t be changed. What has happened has happened, as awful and unfortunate as it was. And I’m at peace where I am now. So take heart.”

Still sobbing, he kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes. “Samira, it’s just not the same without you. Our Saturday mornings where we’d listen to The Big Issue and yell out our agreements and disagreements with the panelists. Our special Marwako dates where you’d buy fried rice, yet eat half of my chips. Babe, I can’t listen to any Celine Dion song anymore; all I’ll remember is your love for her music. And I can’t buy ice cream from Pinkberry anymore, your favourite. Honey, it’s just not the same without you! It isn’t! I’m a flipping wreck without you!”

She held his cheeks and looked into his eyes, from which many tears rolled out with that painful speech. She ruefully smiled. “Beautiful memories, I know. Sweetest of memories. But that’s all we get to hold onto now. The great divide between us is too large.”

He wiped his face, still overwhelmed with grief. “I know. But God knows I’d do anything to have you back, Sams. I’d do the ridiculously impossible if it meant I could spend another five minutes with you once more. I love you, Samira. I love you and I miss you so much!”

“Robbie, I love you too. I do. But you know it’s time to move on. It’s been three years, darling, and you need to find love again. Don’t spend the rest of your life mourning me. Besides, I love it here. Wouldn’t wanna return to earth for anything. Hehe.”

Robert shut his eyes, the grief still bubbling in his chest.

“Take care of our son, honey. You still have him. And he needs you to be strong for the two of you. Let him know I love him, and I always will.”

More tears streamed down his face.


Robert woke up with a start, breathing heavily. Nana Kyereme shook his head as he moved to his side. “Chale, this kidnapper person has messed you up big time. You’re crying in your dreams.”

Robert didn’t realize the tear strains on his face until he wiped his left eye. He sighed and shook his head. “It’s messed me up. I keep thinking about Sams, and Benjy. The two just..” he sighed as he ran out of words.

“Take it easy, Robert. Take it easy,” Nana said soothingly, rubbing his shoulder. “I can only imagine how awful a time this is for you right now. That’s why you’re here. We’re here for you.”

Taking his time to breathe, Robert reached for his phone. No sign of a call from the superintendent.

He tossed it back on to the table and sighed. “Still no word on where Benji is. God, this is torment!”

“Hmmmm.” Nana had no words. He knew there were many cases where it took months for the missing children to be found, but that would hardly be of any help to his distraught friend at that moment. “I know it’s rough. But we just have to hold on to faith and believe that the police are doing all they can to find him.”


DSP Ekow Bentil and a number of officers from the Anti Human Trafficking Unit sat in their vehicles, parked at the Kpone Police Barrier, waiting in anticipation for the arrival of a Hyundai Mighty truck.

The deputy Superintendent shook his head as he folded his arms. “Jerry James Biney. Such a slippery monster,” he muttered to the other officer in the car, ASP Enoch Johnson. “If I had a cedi for every headache that bastard has given me since he escaped, I’d be owner of half the properties in Trasacco.”

ASP Enoch chuckled in agreement. “Say it again. It’s like he’s always five steps ahead of us. As if he himself drops the intelligence just to make a fool out of us. I just pray to God he doesn’t slip through our fingers this time around.”

“Hopefully not. Since he’s on this journey with that Joseph Ampong guy, we should nab him. I personally can’t understand why that young man is involved in this wicked trade, though. I mean, young successful man. Your business is already flourishing. What again are you looking for? Ah!”

“Hmmm. Some of these young people, you just can’t understand them. They are never satisfied with what they have. It’s amazing…”


Jozi grinned as he busily typed certain messages on his WhatsApp. “De-graft and his love for sticker conversations,” he murmured to himself in amusement.

He couldn’t help but feel glad Jerry James was around. It meant he was spared from driving for the trip. Of course, he hadn’t been the one driving the first time he had some youngsters sold off, but the thought of driving nine hours filled him with dread. So he was relieved that he could catch up on some chats and hopefully also take a nap.

He sensed Jerry James giving him the side eye as he enjoyed his chats, but he chose not to pay him any attention. Inasmuch as he was grateful to the man for introducing him to a sharp means of making mega cash, he was pretty peeved at how he had been spoken to by him. So he wanted to ignore him as much as possible and only talk when necessary.

Now on the Accra-Aflao road, time check 10:11, they were approaching the Kpone Barrier.

“So we’re almost at the police barrier,” Jerry James began in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the road. “Remember what you need to do.”

Jozi nodded, his gaze fixed on his phone screen. “Yeah. Tell them we have an emergency delivery to make to Royal Senchi. Be charming and respectful. Tip them, if necessary. I got it.”


As the truck got closer to the barrier, the policeman at the side of the road raised his hand, the usual indication that they should slow down.

Jerry James stepped gently on the brakes as he drew to a stop. “Here he comes,” he hissed at Jozi as the policeman approached the vehicle. Standing by the right side of the truck, he waited as Jozi rolled down the glass. Once it was done, he flashed him a charming smile and warmly greeted, “Fine evening, Officer!”

The officer kept a straight, emotionless face as he responded, “Good evening, sir. May I ask where you’re headed to?”

“Oh, yes boss. Some emergency bi ooo. Royal Senchi needs some fish. Called me just this evening that it’s urgent. So I’m on my way with my driver to deliver them. Real inconvenience, but chale, it’s all part of the hustle!”

“Mr. Joseph Ampong?” the policeman asked, barely cracking so much as a slight grin.

“Yes boss! Owner of Jozi Frozen Fish stores. That’s me!” Jozi answered cheerily, the charming smile still plastered to his face.

The policeman stepped back, switched on his torch and flashed it at the side of the truck, where he saw the sticker for Jozi’s business. The two relaxed their tense muscles, anticipating his response that they continue with their journey.

“Gentlemen, please step out of the vehicle immediately.”

The two were stunned by that order.

“Uh, Officer,” Jozi began, “no offence or anything, but… I beg waa, please, can we just be allowed to go? We’ve been given a time limit and…”

“Please, gentlemen, don’t make my work difficult for me. Step out of the vehicle!”

“Boss, please, I beg! If I lose this contract, it’ll be a huge blow for me!”

“Please, please, please, it’s a simple order. Step out of the vehicle right now!”

As Jozi and the officer went back and forth on coming out of the vehicle, Jerry James’ eyes darted to the other side, where he noticed another policeman approaching the vehicle. He frowned and squinted as he noted the officer’s style of walking. I know this weird walking style. But from where?

It took a couple of seconds before it clicked.

That walking style was one he had noted when he was being arraigned for court the time he had gotten arrested. Belonging to some Fante man. He couldn’t remember the name, but he remembered which branch of the service he belonged to.

The Anti Human Trafficking Unit.

This was a trap. Despite their plan to sell the children off quickly so they’d be relieved of any immediate suspicion, it looked like the police had actually beaten him to it.

“… please, Officer!”

“Mr Man, for the last time, I said get down from your vehicle!”

“Jerry James Biney!”

The booming voice of the oncoming officer confirmed his worst fears. It was him! And somehow someway, he knew it was him in the truck.

Jerry James immediately switched the engine on, pulled the gear into reverse and moved from the barrier, doing a 3 point turn as fast as he could before speeding off.


“What the hell is happening right now?” Jozi wondered out loud in an irritated tone of voice, visibly shaken by the demands of the policeman, as well as the sudden turn. “How did he know it’s you?”

Not sooner had he spoken than the sounds of police sirens began blaring behind them. The deputy superintendent and his men were in hot pursuit.

Jerry James shook his head, looking confused as he kept his foot down on the accelerator. “I dunno, I dunno! I have no idea.”

“But I thought you were the slippery eel that can never be caught,” Jozi said sarcastically. “What happened? Suddenly lost your magic or something?”

“Look, will you be quiet?” Jerry James snapped. “I don’t know how this is happening. I didn’t expect this. I didn’t.”

“So as you’ve turned back, what are we doing? Going back to Prampram? Returning them to their families?”

SHUT UP!” Jerry James roared, already growing weary of the scornful words coming from Jozi’s mouth.

“NO, I WON’T SHUT UP!” Jozi yelled back. “I don’t know what kind of stupid brain fart you’re on right now, but I want my money. So I don’t care what’s happening out there, you better find a way out of this right now, or walahi…”

Jozi’s roars became a distant sound as his ears began picking up others.

The cry of a child. Looked like one of the children had not been given a strong enough dose, and was now awake and crying, obviously wondering where he was.

The police sirens growing louder with each passing second. Meaning they were getting closer to the truck. No surprise, considering it was no speed machine.

The sound of his own thoughts that day he broke out of prison. From that triumphant proclamation of freedom to the solemn vow he made.

… I’ll rather kill myself than let these brainless police guys catch me and have me sent back to prison!

The child’s cries. The loud thoughts. The ever increasing siren. Jozi’s angry rant.

All these bombarded his ears with a fervent fury, causing him to grit his teeth as he tried hard to focus on the road and go as fast as possible.

But they kept hitting at him.

Hitting hard.

“Herh, look, you better be finding a way out ooo. Hmmm! You don’t know me, eh. Yooo!”

Then he snapped.

“You want a way out? I’ll show you a way out!”


The police vehicle came to a slow stop, as DSP Ekow Bentil and his men in the car watched in shock and horror at what just unravelled before them in the course of ten seconds.

“Awurade Yesu!” one of them gasped, his hand over his mouth.

DSP Ekow blinked, inhaled and exhaled loudly.

“God Almighty! Men! Go get them! Be quick! We can’t lose any of them! Not a single one! Go, go, go!”

What just happened? And in all this, is Robert’s son OK? We find out tomorrow!

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 4

Well, the report’s been made. What’s left is for the boy and the other kids to be saved. Let’s see what’s next…

Awurade eeeeeeeeeeeeee!! M’awu oooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Ao! Ao! Ao!

Whyyyyyyyy? God, whyyyyyy??

Superintendent Joseph Larbi snapped out of his unpleasant reverie, eyes blood-shot.

It was 8 pm, and he had briefly drifted into an unpleasant doze, his subconscious deciding to replay the results of the last two cases he had dealt with that had not gone well. The first found the young girl dead after being raped, and the whereabouts of the second one was still a mystery.

To say it was worrying was an understatement. The wails of the murdered child’s parents were impossible to get out of his brain. Aside that also was the fact that these stories found their way into the media, and of course, that meant the public confidence was dropping with each passing day. It wouldn’t be long until calls for his head started making the rounds on social media and the like.

As he got up and walked up and down the office, mumbling prayers more to himself than to God, the phone rang.

Maintaining his composure, he calmly picked it up and answered.

After about a minute or so of listening, he exclaimed, “What??!! That Mr. Ampong guy? The one who owns JOZI Frozen Fish stores? My goodness!”

He listened further, then shook his head. “The voice note had Jerry James on it? Unbelievable!”

He rushed to his desk, taking out a pen and writing the details being given to him.

“Alright, excellent. Perfect. Thank you, Sergeant.”

Hanging up the phone, he went straight for his other phone and immediately called the Anti-Human Trafficking Unit of the Eastern Region Police Command.

“DSP! Intelligence reaching me indicates that the little boy Benjamin Bart-Plange has been located somewhere in Prampram, along with four other children currently unidentified. Currently in the possession of one Joseph Ampong, who is working with Jerry James. Yes, the notorious Jerry James. The intelligence further indicates that they will be moving to the Afram Plains. Plans to set off at 2100 GMT, so they arrive by 0600 tomorrow. We need personnel at your end to apprehend them as soon as possible. I repeat, as soon as possible!”


A few minutes to 9 o’ clock.

Jozi looked impatiently at his watch as he walked around the house. Dressed in a red lacoste shirt and jeans, he made his way to the guest room downstairs to check on the children and see if they had eaten the food they had been given.

He opened the door and peered inside.

The five youngsters, all between the ages of 6 and 8, including Benjamin Bart-Plange, were huddled together, shivering and crying, having picked at bits of the food. They may have been hungry, but terror and the desire to be back home with their parents outweighed that.

Jozi shook his head and shut the door.

The desire for wealth was something that had always driven him. From the days of his youth till date, some of his favourite mottos were Ɛnfa ohia nka nkwasiasem (don’t use poverty to talk rubbish) and wonni sika aa, wose kelewele ma jaundice (because you don’t have money, you claim kelewele gives jaundice). For him, money was an essential aspect of life, and he would do whatever was necessary to make lots of it. To proclaim that money is not everything was the talk of fools to his ear.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with his desire to be wealthy. The issue was that he loved money and the finer things in life so much, he had developed the willingness to do whatever it took to make it.

Even though he owned a frozen fish store which did very well and was the source of his money, he was not satisfied. He wanted more. The lifestyle of fancy cars, dapper suits, respect and all was too addictive to remain where he was.

This led him to discover about the lucrative business model of human trafficking. Finding it preferable to drug and illegal arms trade – trades he considered cliché – he opted to go for it. His first meeting with Mr. Jerry James Biney, a veteran in the trade who was highly elusive and could be super difficult to trace, was a smooth one, where the forty-plus year old man welcomed him on board and assured him he’d be swimming in wads of cash in no time flat.

So far, he had overseen the sale of some seven children to one boat master. The low-key nature of the job, coupled with the heavy proceeds that followed, left him pretty mind-blown and left him convinced that this was what he needed to keep his bank account and life comfortable. He had a good reputation too, with his humble, cool disposition and his regular acts of charity within the community, so being exposed was highly unlikely.

Did he feel bad about separating children from their parents and having them sold off into a life of hard labour? Sometimes. But he reminded himself of his number one aim in life whenever that happened, and that seemed to possess enough bullets to shoot down his conscience.

His phone rang at exactly 9 o’clock. It was Jerry James.

“I’m outside. The truck is ready. Have they eaten?”

“Barely. They just picked at the food a bit.”

The master trafficker sighed over the phone. “Oh well, I anticipated something like this. Good thing I have some anesthesia here, just in case.”

Jozi was stunned. “Huh? How the… where did you…”

“Never mind. That’s not what matters. Just come and open the gate and let me deal with them so we can move straight away. By the way, it seems you dropped your credit card outside…”


As Jozi walked out of the house, with the limp body of Benji on his shoulder, he locked the door and carried the little one to the truck, where Jerry James, clad in a T-shirt Jozi’s workers wore, took the unconscious boy and placed him beside the other children, also knocked out by the dosage administered to them. He then carried the few boxes of frozen fish Jozi had left outside earlier into the truck to conceal them.

Jozi shook his head. “I still can’t believe you didn’t just bring that up when we spoke earlier. Would’ve been easier to just knock them out with the anesthesia myself, instead of…”

“Gentleman, do you know not any idiot can just get up and administer this?” Jerry James snapped back as he zipped up the back of the truck, having placed a sticker of Jozi’s business on each side of it. “Do it wrong and you’ll end up killing them. In any case, feeding them was necessary. They need the little strength they can get. It’s gonna be a hard life for them afterwards.”

Jozi looked uninterested. “Well, you know my major concern is the mon…”

“Massa, we’re all doing it for the money. It’s not an excuse to do a lackadaisical job. If you’re going to do it, do it well and stop that ‘I only care about the money’ rubbish. Do I look like I do it for anything else? Have you gotten more out of this than me?”

Jozi was silent. No use arguing with the older and more experienced man. He had a point, after all.

Jerry James stood in front of him. “Now listen to me, young man. I’m helping you out because of how critical this situation is, with the way the Benji boy’s info is rapidly spreading. Once I’m with you, you better listen to what I say and follow my leadings. You’re only gonna go far if you humble yourself and actually learn. Can you slip through the hands of the police like me? Can you remain as elusive as I? Can you claim to know the tricks of the trade more than me? Huh?”

Jozi shook his head reluctantly.

“Good. Then we’re clear about one thing: you don’t know this business more than me. So no more misbehaviour. Follow my lead and stop questioning me as if you know better. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. Sorry for the sauciness.”

“I hear you. Now let’s get moving! It’s 9:07. Got to move immediately!” he barked as he unzipped the bag he was carrying and took out a fake beard and spectacles, fitting them on his face before jumping into the driver’s seat and starting up the car.

Hopefully the police catch them in time…

© Qwamenah 2019

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 3

Now we know who’s behind the kidnapping. What are the boys gonna do at this point? Let’s see…

The young girl giggled as she looked intently into the eyes of the boy in front of her. “You’re serious, Stringazy?”

“More than serious, Maa Adwoa,” Stringazy responded, secretly rejoicing at the current position he found himself in. his longtime crush in the corner of the wall of her house, him leaning towards her, spewing out all the romantic words he had been itching to tell her. “I’m crazy about you, girl. And I’ll do anything to make you my lady. Just give me a chance.”

Maa Adwoa smiled shyly, turning away from his loving gaze. She was clearly surprised at this proposal, but pleasantly so. “I… I… I want to think about it first.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, African queen. I know what I want and need, and it’s you.”

She giggled. No doubt, she was enjoying being wooed by Stringazy. All this was giving him hope that his dream of having her as his girlfriend was not far from becoming a reality.

He briefly took out his phone upon hearing the familiar message beep as she murmured something about needing to get inside the house before her parents came home. His eyes widened as he saw a message from Azah.


“Alright, alright, baby. I’ll catch you later,” he said rather hurriedly as he walked off, his eyes on the phone as he waited for the next message to arrive. Considering the words were in capital letters, it had to be serious.

The next message came up after about 5 minutes, and it had Stringazy screaming, “WHAATT!!”

The message after that was: Get Johnson and go to P/W Sergeant Derek Jahara’s place and inform him right now!

That next message didn’t make Stringazy too happy, and he knew Johnson would not be enthusiastic about it either. But considering the magnitude of the issue at hand, it would be ridiculously selfish to refuse to go to the Sergeant’s place.

He immediately called Johnson.

“Chale, Johnson! We get some serious emergency. From the look of things, we for go see Sergeant Jahara right now.”

Sergeant Jahara?!” Johnson asked incredulously over the phone. “Ei! Guy! What are you talking about?”

“Massa, I know! I know. But the issue at hand be serious. You, I dey come. I go explain everything as we dey go…”


“Hmm! You boys! What are you doing here?” Rose asked disapprovingly as the two of them stood in front of her.

The boys squirmed uncomfortably. This was undoubtedly like a lion’s den for them. Hostility from the very entrance to the ‘holy of holies’.

The two of them, while in secondary school, had been chasing one of the sergeant’s daughters and one of his nieces. The sharp police officer had caught wind of the pair’s advances and was not pleased at all. The fact that they didn’t have a glowing reputation around did not help their cause either, so when they passed by the area, hoping to see the girls, they had an unpleasant surprise when he met them before they even entered the flats and gave them a good dressing down. They immediately ran away, and since then, the thought of being within 50 feet of the police flats gave them nightmares.

“Please, Madam, we need to see Sergeant Jahara. It’s about a very urgent issue,” Johnson explained calmly.

Rose looked at him skeptically. She was never a fan of him chasing her little sister; she saw him as a non-serious being, and his failure to obtain university admission had only cemented that. “You want to see him about a very urgent issue,” she repeated snidely. “What issue is that, if I might ask?”

“It’s a serious case. Has to do with his work, please. Time is running!” Stringazy interjected politely. “If we don’t act fast, some people will be in trouble.”

The skeptical look had not departed from her eyes, and to an extent, she still had plenty misgivings about their appearance there. But she shrugged and said, “Wait. I’m telling him.”

As she closed the door, the two stood outside, waiting. She returned about a minute later, signaling them to come in.

They walked into the living room, where the sergeant was seated. Their hands behind their backs, they held their breaths. This sergeant was a big man, about 6 feet 3, with heavy arms, a bald head and booming voice that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. Memories of his super stern rebuke were far from distant in their minds.

He looked them up and down. “Reuben Johnson and Ebenezer Dadzie,” he said. “What do you want in my house?”

They felt shaken already. The way he said their real names was intimidating.

“Umm, s-s-sir. It’s… it’s about an urgent issue,” Stringazy started, his eyes on the officer’s steely gaze. “Our friend Azah just told me this evening about something he witnessed.”

“Mm-hm. Go on,” Sergeant Jahara responded, his facial expression unchanged.

Stringazy continued, “He said this evening, he was returning something to Mr. Joseph Ampong’s house when he saw him talking to another gentleman. And from what he heard, it seems like Mr. Ampong is involved in a trafficking ring.”

Sergeant Jahara looked stunned by that last statement. He sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, sir. In fact, from what Azah mentioned, it looks like he knows something about the Benjamin boy that’s missing.”

Sergeant Jahara looked even more stunned by that admission. He rose to his feet. “Are you sure of what you’re saying, boys?”

Stringazy nodded, feeling quite intimidated as the giant policeman stood before them, dwarfing them with his size. “He-he-he sent me a few messages to show to you. It has to do with the plans he and some other guy have.”

“Let me see them.”

Stringazy quickly took out his phone and opened the chat with Azah and handed it over to Sergeant Jahara, who squinted as he looked at the chats.


Chale, the Benjy boy them kidnap am, he’s with Jozi! He and some four other children bi lydat. And some trafficker bi too is here. They’re planning to take them to the plains. 9pm tonight. They’re hoping to get there by morning.

Get Johnson and go to P/W Sergeant Derek Jahara’s place and inform him right now!

Sergeant Jahara shook his head as he frowned at the screen, trying to digest what had been sent. A part of him doubted this was true; Joseph Ampong had a pretty high reputation among the people in their town, and to pin such an allegation on him sounded a bit like a stretch. But, inasmuch as he knew these boys to be lax and indolent towards life, surely they wouldn’t go as far as to tarnish another person’s name, would they?

Besides, the young men in front of him were terrified of him after he had properly lambasted them over their antics with his daughter. It was highly unlikely they would come around to play such a prank.

Or was it?

As he debated within himself, a new message popped up.

Update: Illiasu recorded the whole thing. He and the trafficker guy. Ibi like his name is Jerry James.

The name at the end of that message had Sergeant Jahara sucking his breath in sharply.

“Yehowa!” he exclaimed. “Jerry James?! Amazing!”

Jerry James was a notorious child trafficker, who had been active in the illicit trade for a while now. He had been arrested, convicted and imprisoned a few years back, but escaped from prison and had been on the loose since. The police force had him at the very top of their Wanted list, but somehow, it was virtually impossible to touch him. He was excellent at being evasive.

The message from Azah came a moment later. Sergeant Jahara quickly switched to the chat and downloaded the audio before hitting play.

“So we move at nine o’ clock, correct?”

“Nine o’clock. It’s a nine-hour journey, so we have to ensure we get the kids there around six in the morning. We’re using the Hyundai Mighty truck, not this one. The kids will have more space in there.”

“Fine. That’s settled.”

“Have you given them something to eat?”

“Uh, no. Should I?”

“Ah, Jozi! What kind of stupid question is that? Of course! Ah, do you want them to starve to death in the truck?”

“Alright, alright, I’ve heard you. Massa, me, it’s the money I’m thinking about ooo. All this charity charity…”

“Massa, massa, use your common sense. Long journey like that, they must have something to eat before we take them to their new workplace. You don’t just treat them basabasa like that. You think the people we’re dealing with will accept such things?”

“I’ve heard, ah! I’ll go and feed them when you leave. Hoh.”

The audio continued for about a minute. When it ended, Sergeant Jahara quietly handed the phone over to Stringazy.

There was no doubt about it, it wasn’t a silly prank or a malicious character assassination attempt. He recognized those voices very well. Indeed, Jozi was doing business with Jerry James.

Shaking his head once again, he murmured as he took his seat, “Jerry James. That man. Biggest pain in the backside we’ve encountered in a while. More slippery than an eel.”

Stringazy and Johnson continued to stand, waiting for a response.

Sergeant Jahara sighed, then looked at them. “Boys, I need you to keep mute about this to everybody else. What you’ve given me is very sensitive information concerning a criminal mastermind that’s been on the loose for a few years now. This stays between the four of you and myself, alright?”

The two nodded their heads obediently. “Yes, Sir. No problem, Sir,” they both responded.

“Good. I’m going to inform my superiors as soon as possible. And well done. You may well have saved some innocent children from child labour. You can go.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” they answered gratefully as they turned and headed for the door. Rose saw them out, the skeptical expression still etched on her face as she closed the door. Walking to her father in the living room, she asked cynically, “Paapa, those boys said something about some case. Were they serious or what?”

The sergeant, who was busily scrolling through his list of contacts, shook his head without looking up at his eldest daughter. “My dear, it is serious. Way more serious than you’d expect. Thanks to those boys, we know where little Benji is.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “What! You mean that six year old whose picture is all over Facebook and the like? Really?”

“Mm-hm. They’ve found him. What’s left now is the most crucial thing. To rescue him.”

Well, the boys have done the needful and reported to the police. Will they catch up with the traffickers in time? The remaining parts will let us know…

© Qwamenah 2019

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 2

So, poor Robert is in a bad place, with his little boy missing. Who’s behind it? Let’s find out if we’ll know the culprit…


As Azah pressed the tweet button on his phone, he looked at the tweet with satisfaction, turned the screen off and placed the phone in his pocket.

Time to meet with the boys outisde.

Stepping out, he met the usual suspects.

Stringazy, Johnson and Illiasu.

“Chale, what dey happen?”

As the homies huddled in a group, greeting each other with the various secret handshake combinations they had taught themselves, it was clear they were ready for another day of doing what they did best.

Roam the streets of Prampram as they always did, hang around and spy on the ladies that passed their way. If the timing was right, maybe attempt to pick up a number or two.

Having failed to gain admission to university, these four boys were SHS graduates who chose to go the easy way of just ‘chilling’. The complaints were many from their parents, but they were carefree. None of them did drugs, and showing up at bars and getting drunk wasn’t a constant for them, so they were convinced in themselves that they weren’t so bad.

As they moved along the streets, discussion topics centered on the latest social media trends, Azah spoke up and said, “Chale, you guys hear about the Benjamin kiddie?”

“Yeah, chale. Ibi worrying matter paa. I no sure sey the mommi then poppi fit bed. Ibi crazy, chale,” Illiasu remarked.

“Oh, I sure sey them go find am,” Stringazy responded.

They discussed the issue for a couple of minutes, then went back to arguing over who the best underground rapper was.

As they continued their rather loud debate, Azah’s side eye took note of the parked car on the opposite side of the road near the Pram Mall.

A sleek, white Chevrolet Malibu.

Meaning that Jozi was around.

Real name Joseph Ampong, he was well known by many in town. The classy young man who was often found at events looking super dapper, with a cute smile and a charming personality that had everyone attracted to him. With a calm, respectful demeanour to boot, he was one with a positive reputation.

He was on good terms with the guys, even though he didn’t really bond with them that much. Every time they met up, he was busy on his usual rounds, and had time for only a few wassups and I deys and small talk.

It was very likely it would be the same this time round, but that didn’t stop Azah and Johnson from heading in the direction of the car, just to admire it as they usually did.

“Chale, these customized rims eh, sizeless oo!” Johnson exclaimed as they got close. The windows were tinted, so it was difficult to look inside. They were sure it was his usual documents scattered all over the seats, as he often said when he spoke to them.

Azah nodded. Stepping back to take a look at the license plate, which read JOZI – 18, he said, “I see this license plate saaa, but still, edey bee me roff…”


The two, startled by that, looked up.

It was Jozi.

In a three-piece suit as usual, he was walking briskly towards them. The look on his face, however, was far from friendly.

“Hey, will you move away from my car? Get away from it! Hurry up!”

The looks of utter shock on the faces of the two, and the other guys at the other side were plain to see. This was not the first time Jozi had seen them admiring the car, and he had never flipped out on them and yelled at them before. With the way he was moving, though, they knew it would be wise to do what he said, so they quickly joined the others.

Jozi glared at them as he pressed the unlock button on his car key. “Useless boys! You won’t get something better to do with your lives! Do something useful with yourselves for once! Such rubbish!” he yelled before getting into the car, starting the engine and speeding off.

The boys looked confused.

“Ah, but this guy too, why?” Johnson wondered, clearly miffed by Jozi’s hurtful outburst. “Ah, have we damaged his car or something? This guy paaa…”

“See some trash he tell we too,” Illiasu fumed. “Ah. This guy, I shock give am waaa. Because of car, you dey use nasty words. Why, we no see this car before? Better ones no dey town? Hoh. He make I bore.”

As the others made their feelings about his vitriol towards them clear, Azah noticed something on the floor where the car had been. He quickly crossed the road and walked over to see what it was.

It happened to be Jozi’s credit card.

“Guys! Come see something!” he yelled to the others, who he realized within a second were already behind him. “Look, it’s Jozi’s credit card. Must have fallen out of the car when he opened the door, or something like that.”

“Good. We for damage am kraaa. Teach am lesson,” Johnson said, a smug look on his face, obviously relishing the prospect of wreaking vengeance upon Mr. Dapper.

“Oh, naaaa. Not a good idea,” Stringazy rebutted.

“Guy, you no hear the trash he just flow we?”

“Massa, forget that. He make I bore, but destroying the card no be right. Make we return am. Simple. If we do that sef, he go make shy.”

Johnson didn’t look convinced. “Chale, me, I no dey like nonsense. Left to me, he no go get that card back. Ah, we no touch the car sef, you come shout shout like we dey hold planks wey we dey come smash the windows. I no dey like that.”

“Ma guy, relax,” Azah ordered. “Make you no stress your body. I’ll go with Illiasu to his place to return it.”

“Ei, but what if he starts accusing us of stealing it?” Stringazy then wondered aloud.

Azah shook his head. “The car was locked. He pressed the unlock button in front of us, and it opened. There’s no damage on the car. There’s nothing he can use as a weapon against us, if he suddenly went down that lane. So forget that. Won’t work. Illy, make we go.”

Illiasu shrugged, then followed Azah as the other two were left behind.

Johnson shook his head. “Honestly, the thing go me waaa. Ah, from nowhere oo, Stringazy. From nowhere.”

“Boy, just forget am. You go stress your brain,” Stringazy ordered. “Make we go the supermarket inside. I get feeling sey Lisa go dey around.”

The big frown on Johnson’s face disappeared upon hearing that name. A big smirk on his face now, he nodded. “Sweet! As for today, I for get her number. The way I mean am, eh. Walahi!”


“But chale, Jozi too, with this big mansion of his, he no go get some people make them clear the bushes for this side?” Illiasu wondered out loud as he and Azah walked along a narrow road, the left turn leading to a resplendent mansion that belonged to Jozi, located in a rather remote side of town. Not too many people lived at that side, so he didn’t have neighbours.

“I dey wonder myself. Coz ibi dangerous. Squad dey there wey them mean am. Them go fit hide in those bushes then strike at any time,” Azah responded, looking at the overgrown bushes. “The ones just at the end of this road be big enough to conceal anybody. Biggie sef go fit hide wey nobody go see am.”

“Ah, seriously?” Illiasu asked. “You sure?”

“Of course! If you like, make we step inside then see. You naa, you go see sey these bushes be dangerous give am. Anyone fit to hide for there then time am.”

At that, the boys quickened their steps and found themselves at the bushes Azah spoke of. They gently stepped into the overgrown thicket and found a spot where they could crouch. Rustling through to ensure there were no dangerous pests, they crouched in the spot.

“You see? The place dey hide we totally. This one, Jozi no go see anything,” Azah said with a rather satisfied tone of voice. Nothing made him feel more pleased than being right.

Illiasu went on his knees and looked around. Noting a little space between some patches of weeds, he looked through them and said, “You go fit spy from here too oo. Just be sey you no go see the front gate. But I dey see some truck bi for here…”

There was the sound of a gate opening. The boys, realizing they were not in the best place to be seen by whoever it was that was opening that gate, kept themselves still and remained hidden.

Illiasu shook his head as he remained on his knees and hands to the floor. Leave it to Azah to think of something as hare-brained as this. And leave it to Illiasu to blindly follow and only realize he should have discouraged him when the suggestion was made.

The sound of loud voices could be heard. From what their ears could pick up, Jozi was with another gentleman.

And he was not happy. Which was very evident from the belligerent manner in which he spoke. Something that most people who knew him were unfamiliar with.

And the gentleman he was with was not happy with him making his unhappiness so aggressively vocal.

“Jozi, for God’s sake, will you stop this tantrum? Ah, what childish life is this?” the gentleman snapped irritably. “Did you honestly think it’ll remain low-key this long? Of course not! You know social media will get this issue viral. There’s no sense in all this shouting and throwing your toys out of the pram. Let’s just get work on getting them to the plains.”

“The plains?” Azah murmured. “Afram Plains or what?”

“Fine, fine. Let’s just do it. This Benjy boy has caused me trouble. With how it’s all over the place, and I’m keeping him and the others here. Might as well do what ought to be done quickly. Let’s draw up the plan…”

Azah gasped. As Illiasu turned to him, wide-eyed, he said, “Chale, ibi like Jozi get a hand in the issue of the small boy them kidnap oo. Herh!”

“The plains too be notorious for those trafficking things oo. Ei, this be serious matter!”

As Azah strained his ears to hear what was being said, Illiasu took out his phone. As nicodemusly as he could, he opened the recorder app, hit the record button and pushed it in between the space between the patches of weeds, hoping he would be able to catch something.

So we have an idea of who’s responsible for it. The question is, will they be caught in time. Let’s hope so…

© Qwamenah 2019

Where's My Little Boy

Where’s My Little Boy? Pt 1

So in a few days, season 2 of Meet The Dolphynes will arrive. And it is going to be pretty dramatic this time around. Definitely looking forward to 6th December to see what’s gonna be happening with Dabar’s favourite family for the next few months.

In the meantime, though, here’s a mini-series from the Original M & D library, set to run for the next 7 days. The title says a lot, I’m sure, but stick around and enjoy the ride…

Robert lay prostrate on the floor, absolutely stressed out.

Sixty hours now. Nothing good had come through.

His brain was an absolute mess of confusion and bewilderment. Terrifying thoughts. Scary thoughts. Nightmarish thoughts. Hopeful thoughts. All these thoughts muddled up his brain, and as he lay there on the floor of his living room, thinking straight was a straight impossibility.

Where is he? Has somebody cut his head off? Has he been shipped off to another country? Has he been used for rituals? How do I live without him? What am I going to do? How do I swallow yet another loss?

Even with the madness going on in his brain, his ears remained alert as he remained prostrate, somehow hoping to hear the excited, ever-enthusiastic shouts of a little six year old boy who resembled him so much.

Not a sound.

Thursday morning had been the last time the walls had heard anything close to such a sound. Little Benjamin was following his father out the door as another day of school beckoned. Robert had done the usual: bought the newspapers from the vendor right around their junction, bought the usual Kalyppo and Jack & Jill biscuits from the shop just a few metres away from the school, given his son the usual hug as he let him out of the car and reminded him, “Study hard and don’t get into any trouble!” before driving off.

It was one-thirty when the receptionist at the BUSAQ office in which he worked informed him of an urgent call from the school authorities.

After second break, Benjamin had not returned to his class, and he was nowhere to be found.

Upon arrival at the school’s premises, it took every ounce of self-control in him to not break out into a rage and verbally assault the teaching staff for their negligence. His calm countenance as the headmistress and other teachers walked and talked with him was an absolute betrayal of the boiling cauldron within.

Eventually, the police were called, and they sent out a search party to begin rigorously seeking the whereabouts of the young child. Night came, and there was no clue of where he was.

The next day was an absolute nightmare for Robert. If there was a word stronger than ‘distracted’, it would definitely be a good word to describe his state of mind. Try as he might, he just could not concentrate on the tasks handed out to him for the day. At eleven-thirty, he decided enough was enough. Walking to his boss’ office, he informed him of the unfortunate happenings of the previous day. His boss was not the soft type, but being a father of five children, his skin definitely crawled at the idea of having one of his children missing. Granting him permission to leave, he grabbed Robert’s hands and prayed with him and encouraged him before letting him out of the office.

By evening, most of his friends and other relatives had caught wind of the news, and a plethora of calls came flooding. Some came through with words of encouragement. Some annoying relatives were practically enacting the boy’s ‘funeral’ as they wailed uncontrollably. Robert was obviously ticked off by that, and either told them to shut up or just made use of the reject button.

Nothing got him angrier, though, than the call that came from an acquaintance, whom was known to the guys as T.K. This guy was a rather carefree spirit, loving the life of no responsibility, and that attitude somehow didn’t regard this occurrence as a big deal. Not that it was mandatory for him to feel that way, but calling to say ‘it’s not that big a deal’ and playing the ‘hard guy’ card was nowhere near wise. And Robert did not hesitate in offloading a barrel of fury upon T.K’s ears.

“It’s not a big deal??!! We be tough guys?? My friend, what kind of stupid drivel is this?” he snapped. “You expect me to just behave like nothing is wrong when my only child is nowhere to be found? You want me to pretend as if I don’t care that my little boy is out there, confused and scared? You think I’m more concerned about looking like a hard guy than my baby boy? Such rubbish! Listen, I’m so freaking scared right now! This is my son we’re talking about. I lost the love of my life three years ago, and the last thing I need is this! If you can’t say anything that has a hint of sense in it, then don’t even bother touching your phone with the intent of calling me! Keep your fragile, myopic, dim-witted crap to yourself!”

He tossed the phone aside. He’d delete the guy’s number later. No time for such clowns in his life.

Saturday morning, and there was no desire to take up his usual seating position in the living room while listening to the political discussions of Joy FM. He remained sprawled out on the floor, praying, hoping, despairing and panicking all at the same time.

He was yet to make an absolutely full recovery from the tragic, evocative memories of that tipper truck smashing into the black and yellow Kia taxi that had his wife, Samira, sitting in it right before his eyes. Despite numerous attempts, getting out there and dating was too difficult a task for him. He had given up at a point and decided he would just stay single for the time being. As to whether that would change with time, he didn’t know.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. In a crazied frenzy, he rushed to the table where it was, and upon seeing the number of the Chief Superintendent, he answered quickly, “Hello? Have you found him? Any good news yet?”

Considering the state of mind he was in, keeping a calm front was not an option. He needed answers ASAP.

The superintendent seemingly wasn’t too surprised by the onslaught of questions. Taking a deep breath, though, was already a signal to the distraught father that whatever was going to be said was not of an affirmative nature.

“Mr. Bart-Plange… not yet. We’re still searching…”

“Still searching??! Then why did you call me? What do you have to tell me?”

“Sir, please, I know you’re anxious and all, but please, calm down,” the superintendent calmly pleaded. “We’re working around the clock to find him. We haven’t given up and there’s absolutely no way we’re doing so. I wanted to assure you that there’s no bad news, and keep praying. We’re moving out of town to the other regions, because at this rate, the abductor may well have moved out of Accra…”

Robert was ready to vent, but the calmness and empathy in the officer’s voice convinced him to hold back the ether on his tongue. He didn’t hear the rest of the statement, but just placed his hand over his forehead and murmured, more to himself than to the superintendent.

“Oh God, please, please, don’t let my son die. I’ve already lost Samira, I don’t know what I would do if I lost Benjy. Please, please bring him home safe.”

The officer sighed over the line. This was no new case to him. He had handled so many of these missing children cases, and each case brought with it the emotions of panic, anxiety and thin hope. He had seen parents reunited with their lost children and felt that beautiful rush of relief pour over him like a pail full of cold water after hard work in the sun. He had seen mothers and fathers inconsolable as they discovered the bodies of their little ones, and the anvil of despondency dropping deep into his bowels. Thirty-two years into the job, and desensitization was not even an option. He still felt the pain when the lost child was found dead, and the joy when they were found alive.

“Sir, there’s not much I can do at the moment, but I think you should get yourself in good company right now. Family and friends that can hold your hand and pray with you through this.”


“We’re still working. Rest assured of that. His picture is on social media as well, so that should help our cause even more. I’m confident there will be good news. I’ll talk to you later, Mr. Bart-Plange.” The line went dead.

He placed the phone back on the table. The superintendent was right.

And he knew where to go…


“All is well, Robert,” Nana Kyereme said soothingly as he patted him on the back. “I am confident that the God we serve will help the police find Benjamin and bring him back home. This won’t be a negative end.”

He nodded. The tension hadn’t totally subsided, but the superintendent had spoken absolute wisdom when he told him to find himself among people who would hold him up. None could do that better than Nana and Godfred.

He had known them for a short period of time, not long after Samira’s passing, but they had already proven to be friends that stuck closer than brothers. Massive encouragers who knew how to get him to laugh, awesome uncles to the little one… they were God-sent friends. What he loved the most about them was the clear lack of haughtiness and stoic attitude in their character. It was rather unfortunate that most believers he knew tended to be so ‘highly spiritual’, being transparent was Lucifer-esque in their sight. These guys, though, were clearly so heavenly-minded that they were of earthly good. He knew that in meeting up with these brothers, they wouldn’t just leave the situation at some short, religious prayer, but would seek to lift his spirits as much as possible. They had done just that.

“Chale, thank God for the way the police make wild on this case,” Godfred said as he emerged from the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee for Robert. “If I go be very honest, I no dey trust GH police. After some trend bi I see for Twitter, the stories make I lose vim in them. But I go give them plaudits this time round.”

Robert cracked a slight smile and nodded as he took the mug. He had seen that trend, and some of the stories had been startling.

“Aside that, Benjy’s picture is pretty viral right now,” Nana Kyereme remarked as he looked at his phone. After a little bit of screen-touching, he announced, “1,786 retweets so far. And it looks like people are really talking about it. The news has gone far, ma guy. I’m confident. Wherever he is, he’ll be found.”

“I really pray so. Because it’s bad enough that the memory of my queen Samira’s demise is permanently engraved in my brain. If I lost Benjy too, I’d…” Robert drifted off, too pained at the thought of such an occurrence.

Placing the mug in front of him, Godfred rubbed his shoulders comfortingly. “Easy, Rob. It won’t happen that way. You’ve been afflicted enough; it’s not gonna happen a second time. You’re not gonna lose Benjamin. He will be found. I’m confident about that.”

Part 2 tomorrow!

© Qwamenah 2019

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP13 – Discoveries

So this is the final episode of Season 1 of Meet The Dolphynes!! It’s been quite a journey getting familiar with this big family and all the issues within. Thanks for sticking with me on this journey. Time to see what these ‘discoveries’ are…

“Well, I might not like him. But I certainly can’t blame him for that little exchange,” Larissa said, having observed the video her husband showed her on his phone. “That Hanson guy can be very stupid with the way he asks questions, to be fair.”

“Yep. Hanson definitely was out to embarrass him with those personal questions about marriage and relationships. We all know Adamtey is nasty, but anyone would react to those line of questions the same way.”

Larissa shrugged. “True. Especially considering it had nothing to do with politics. As for political questions, our man was shockingly calm. There was no need to attack him personally. He’s lucky he didn’t unleash his usual savagery on him.”

“That’s what surprised me the most mpo. A whole Emmanuel Adamtey being questioned with subtle scorn, and he resisted insulting Hanson’s whole ancestry and just used the word ‘dumb’ on him? Ei! Indeed, our God is alive! As for this one, I stand with Adamtey!”

Diamond, sporting a flowing black sunflower dress, entered the living room as Larissa laughed at Daniel’s comment.

“Hey Daddy! Hey Maa! How y’all doing?”

“Baby girl! Oh my goodness, this sunflower dress is beautiful! Where did you get it?”

“This lady on Instagram had it for sale on her boutique. Got it earlier this week, and I just wanted to try it out and see how it looks.”

“It’s amazing, Dee! Gimme the IG details ASAP. We so have to be twinning in this!”

“Oh yaaaaaaaaas, Maa!! Gotta slay the world with that Dolphyne dazzle!! By the way, umm… I wanted to remind you both that since national service is gonna end soon, I’m going to start working on what I told y’all I had in mind.”

“Oh, alright. So you’re going to see the Becky lady tomorrow morning?” Larissa asked.

Diamond nodded.

“Alright, then. Just let us know all the necessary particulars once you’re through with it. You have our full support, honey. Never forget that.”

“Indeed. Go get your dream fulfilled! Whatever you need to get it going, we’re here for you,” Danny added.

“Thank youuuuu! You’re the best!” Diamond said gratefully.

“By the way, I hope that silly boy hasn’t called or anything since.”

“No, Daddy. No call. No text. Nothing. He even avoided me the last time Shormeh and I passed by the waakye joint he often sits around. I guess it’s safe to say I’m free now.”

“Oh, thank God. What a relief. May only the correct kind of guys walk into your life, in Jesus’ name,” declared Larissa.

“Amen, twinnie!”

Oh, by the way, please be informed that concerning what you’re gonna be working on, you’re paying for all legal advice you get from me.”

“But Maa…”

“No arguments, child. Now give me that lady’s details. Danny, send me MoMo for the dress. And make it snappy!”

“But Lari…”

“No arguments, boo.”


“So what’s going to happen to that man?” Serwaah asked as they walked back from the house where Diamond had gone to meet the Becky lady, enjoying the sights of the gated community they were in.

“Mr. Adamtey? Oh, I’m sure nothing will happen. His party people will write some mechanical apology bi for him to put out there to appease the journalists, so they don’t decide to ban him from appearing on their shows.”

“But why will the party do that?”

“Because nobody else is able to give it to the government like he does, and they like that.”

“But isn’t Yaw Manu also a dangerous one?”

“Ha! You’ve been hearing a lot when Daddy takes you guys to school, eh?”

“Yes. He also likes using heavy words. Just not as heavy as Mr. Adamtey.”

“Baby, ‘heavy’ is too nice a word to describe what Mr. Adamtey does. As for him, ‘nasty’ kraaa is a compliment. Somebody that can demean his opponents with such savagery. But forget him, let’s talk about Uncle Baafi and Auntie Jayla’s upcoming vow renewal ceremony…” 

She stopped as they both heard a growl.

A house nearby had its gate slightly open, and a rather unfriendly looking German shepherd had taken the liberty of stepping out of the house and watched them, not looking too happy with their presence.

Serwaah held tightly to her sister, terrified. For some reason, she had heard a lot of stories of her friends getting chased and bitten by dogs, so it had triggered a form of cynophobia in her. Clearly, this was looking like a nightmare forming itself into reality.

“Diamond, I’m scared,” she whimpered.

So was Diamond. But she held her little sister closely. “Let’s just move slowly, honey. He shouldn’t be moved by -“

The dog suddenly sprung into motion, running full speed towards them.

Serwaah screamed.

Diamond, in a panic, half-carried her while looking for a stone to throw at the oncoming dog.

Oh my God, oh my God, what do I do to make it stop? She frantically wondered.

The dog drew closer. Serwaah’s screams turned into a wail.

Then suddenly…


The dog stopped.

Both hearts pounding, the two looked in the direction from where the shout came.

A young man stood at the opened gate, looking rather irritated.

“Boochie! Get back here!”

The dog, suddenly mellow, turned away from the girls and trotted back to the house.

“Get in, you idiot!” he scolded, hitting the dog on the head. “Goodness. Almost caused me big problems.”

Closing the gate, he rushed over to the girls.

“Ladies, I apologize profusely for that. I am really sorry,” he pleaded. “I admit, it was quite careless of me to leave the gate open. Big error on my part. I’m really sorry.”

Diamond folded her arms. “Well, you certainly caused us some emotional distress with your carelessness, didn’t you?” she responded with a thick hint of sarcasm.

“I know, I know, Miss. And I’m really sorry. I’m just thankful I realized it in time before Boochie attacked you. Please, I beg.”

“Well, you can issue the major apology to my sweetheart first,” she said, gesturing toward Serwaah, who was already wiping away her tears.

The young man bent down. “I am so sorry, little Miss. I can only imagine how much my dog scared you. Please forgive me for allowing that. No dog’s ever gonna hurt you, OK?”

Serwaah wiped away her last tear stain and nodded.

“Thank you so much. What’s your name?”


“Delighted to meet you, Serwaah. My name is Edem.”

Shaking hands with her, he stood up. Giving her an apologetic smile, he asked, “Am I forgiven now?”

“I guess. Well, gotta be going now.” She briskly turned away.

“Oh, mi lady! Sounds like you’re still mad at me.”

Diamond sighed as she turned to face him, inwardly rebuking herself for the little show of unfriendliness as she noticed Serwaah looking surprised at her actions. Get it together, girl. You’re done with that Desert Eagle guy now. Don’t start acting unfriendly towards every guy. Taking a deep breath before giving him a small but genuine smile, she said, “Excuse me for that cheekiness. I’ve had a few issues recently, but never mind. You’re forgiven. For real.”

“Perfect! Name is Edem.”



Toby laughed as he followed the conversation ongoing on his class WhatsApp chat. People were bringing up memories of the past academic year, and they were all loving it. Toby was one of the laid-back people in the class, but he had had his fair share of memories and stories.

As he wiped his tears from the intense laughter at a prank played on one of the girls concerning postponement of exams, one person sent a message with a name that got his stomach in its fiery element.


Eric Ewusie: Chale, but that Nnenna girl is fine oo. She’s fine roff.

Jozie: I know, right. Girl so damn fine.

Toby smirked as he saw those two messages. Indeed, his love interest was one heck of an outstanding babe. Can’t wait to proudly display her as my queen to the world.

Mervyn: Guys, have you heard the news about her?

Toby’s interest was piqued by that. Ei, why, what’s wrong?

Confidence: Yes oo.

She’s gotten married now. And she might not come back next academic year.

Toby instantly felt like he had just had a golf club slap him in the face.

“WHATT!” he screamed at the phone screen.

Shaking his head, he said to himself, “Nah. This has to be a joke. Confi has to be joking. This can’t be.”

Jozie: Ah, Confidence, are you serious?

Confidence: Yes oo. No jokes.

My cousin is in Port Harcourt. She went for the traditional wedding. Some seriously loaded oga bi.

She sent me some pictures mpo.

His heart sank as pictures appeared next. Looking at the couple happily staring into each other’s eyes, there was no denying it. That was Nnenna.

Looking so glorious. So beautiful. So taken. For life. By another man.

He shook his head again. “Naahh, I’m not gonna believe this. I didn’t see anything on Facebook. Let me check it out. This has to be a mistake.”

Grabbing his laptop, he opened it up and went straight to Google Chrome, and typed in The first few images he saw on the home page were the same pictures Confidence had sent to the page, plus a few others, with her name tagged.

This was no joke. The girl he had been dreaming about had been betrothed to someone else. It had all been nothing more than a silly fantasy that was never going to come to fruition. It was over.

He sank into his seat. Suddenly, the group chat didn’t appeal to him anymore.

“I can’t believe this,” he whispered. “I can’t believe this…”


Kwame sat at the back of the trotro in the 37 bus station. He had insisted it was time to get acquainted with proper GH life. His command of the Twi language wasn’t the greatest, but at least, he could pick a trotro at this stage. The family had given him hints and tips on what to say, and warned him to be assertive. “When they see you’re from uptown, they’ll try and drain you, so be careful!” his auntie had warned him. So he was at his sharpest.

The trotro was virtually empty. Looking round every now and then to see if anyone else was coming, he only saw the numerous sellers flaunting their wares, as well as the drivers and mates around. At a point, he got bored and just put his head down, reading some articles.

After about 10 minutes of reading, he felt some movement in the trotro. He looked up. Two young ladies had taken the seats on the second row. He nodded and said to himself, “Finally,” and went back to reading.

With no earphones plugged in, however, he couldn’t help but hear their conversation.

“Aha, so you as were saying. How was yesterday with Chief Tay?”

“Girl, Chief Tay is a boss. He handled me well well last night. Stop! Herh! The guy is good!”

Kwame stopped. Wait. Chief Tay? Isn’t that one of the guys supposed to be chasing Barbara? And isn’t that Barbara herself?

“Eeeeissshhhhhh! Eeeeeissssshhhhh! Chief Tayyyyyy nono!”

He looked up at the girls conversing. Indeed, the girl in the ponytail was Barbara!

Wow! So what Chief Tay told Oscar was not a lie!

Gyae kraaa! It’s not a joking matter. He’s the man ampa!”

“The main man! So it’s settled now?”

“Yeah, I’m going with Chief Tay. A guy that knows how to treat a lady well and handle her like a real man diɛɛ, we don’t waste time with them ooo.”

“Abi I told you. I told you Chief Tay is the best choice. So what are you doing about JJ?”

“JJ?… aaaah, Oscar! Hoh, forget him kraaa. He’s not even an option.”

His eyes widened in shock.

“Told ya! Why else do you think I call him JJ? Jimmy Johnson. Jimmy for gyimi, Johnson for jon. You say he said what? I know what I bring to the table. Sia! Ibi waiter you dey search?”

The two girls laughed.

“In any case, look at Chief Tay’s Range Rover. Compare that to his 2×4 Toyota. I mean, Barbs, who still uses manual in these modern times? Let’s be serious! We want niggas who will spoil us silly these days.”

“Don’t worry, Maku. He’s out of the running kraa. He’s been relegated out of the league. Top half mpo, he won’t get… hold on, call.”

She answered. “Hiiii, Chief… nothing much oo, you?… Oh, I’m with Maku at the 37 station, we’re going to Madina… oh really? Oh, then we’re coming. Give us 5 minutes, OK. Alright, bye… eish, Maku, he says he’s at Max Mart, and we should join him.”

“Ahhhh, you see? Chief Tay diɛɛ, sizeless!” They exited the trotro, excitedly making their way out of the station.

Kwame sat at the back of the trotro, stunned and furious.

I can’t believe it! So those bad vibes were real…

Well!! As to what happens with Oscar, now that it’s been revealed what his love interest thinks of him, as well as Toby’s little disappointment, that’ll have to wait a bit.

Thanks so much for the patronage. If you have any personal review of this first season, or any recommendation or somtin lydat, don’t hesitate to get in touch. In the meantime, while season 2 is worked on… get ready for #14Days…

God bless!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP12 – They Were Shaken Up

We’re almost at the end of this first season of Meet The Dolphynes. Quite a journey it’s been these past few weeks. It’s been good having y’all around. One thing I can say for the next season, though: a lot more drama gon come!

But let’s focus on what’s ahead of us now. As the title suggests, there’s some shaking up to occur. We know one, but who else is included? Let’s find out…

It was an early Friday morning. About 7:30 am. It was a public holiday. So the Voltage Office, as you’d expect, was empty, as all the workers were happily enjoying the first day of their three-day weekend. Those kind of weekends certainly weren’t to be taken for granted, and they certainly weren’t slacking in the least, grateful to be away from work.

Well, all the workers, except for Emmanuel Adamtey.

Now deciding that hours outside of work was a better time, he had Aniyah come around for another one of their regular steamy appointments. Now he could concentrate solely on ‘tearing her apart’ without having to worry about the possibility of a worker hearing all the groans and grunts that usually characterized their heated sessions, sometimes peppered with a bit of colourful language from Aniyah.

After half an hour of enjoyment, the two were hot, sweaty and satisfied. As he pulled on his trousers, he walked over to the table and opened a drawer, taking out a wad of cash.

“Here,” he grunted, tossing it at Aniyah, who was still getting dressed.

The manner in which he threw it at her, though, was quite offensive. As the bundle hit her, she scowled at him.

“Ah! Manny, what is the meaning of that?”

He looked surprised and annoyed by the question. “Ah, but what is your problem? Don’t you need the money?”

“I do, but you could have given it to me in a less demeaning manner.”

“Oh please!” he scoffed dismissively. “Demeaning or not, don’t you have the money with you now? Don’t come and behave like those twerps I have to endure on radio and TV.”

“This isn’t about behaving like a twerp, it’s just decency.”

“Look, what at all is your problem? You need money, I’ve given it to you. How I gave it to you is irrelevant. Stop making noise about a trivial issue. Hoh.”

“Manny,” Aniyah started, stopping to pull on her blouse before continuing, “honestly, you have to be nicer to me. That’s not too much to ask, considering how I let you inside every time you need me. It’s the least you can do. You’re extremely cold towards me and I don’t like it.”

“Woman, I didn’t ask you to come here to give me lessons on etiquette for boys and girls. I had you come here because I was hungry and needed to be fed. Don’t bring this emotional foolishness my way.”

Aniyah looked shocked. “Wow! Really? That’s how it’s going to be? So I’m nothing more than just a piece of meat that you can treat just anyhow?”

He looked at her incredulously. “Ah, but aren’t you here for just the sex? Now you want me to see you on the same level with my President? Are you OK at all?”

“Look, I am here for the enjoyment, but there’s no reason why you shouldn’t at least treat me nicely. I’m not some piece of trash like those so-called hawkers on the street. I give you what you want.”

“Please, please, please, you’re just saying nothing sensible. As if you ever do, in any case. If you know you don’t want the money, return it and get the hell out of my office!”

Aniyah glared at him. At this point, she was really beginning to harbour strong feelings of aversion towards him. She shook her head, and placed the bundle of fifty cedi notes in her bag.

“Ah well, you can keep it if you want. I don’t care. Just get out with your brainless entitled self. You’re outstaying your usefulness here, anyway.” He turned away from her and proceeded to put his shirt on.

At this point, Aniyah was livid. His disrespect had touched a nerve. Now it was out in the open, and it was clear to see how lowly he thought of her. And she wasn’t going to stay and tolerate this nasty talk anymore. She had never been with a man who had shown such levels of contempt for her, and she certainly wasn’t going to stick around with such a person.

As she walked to the door, she said out loud, “You know, Manny, I hope you’re aware that I can easily bring you down if I want to. Don’t underestimate a woman you choose to scorn. She’ll destroy you with no remorse whatsoever.”

Adamtey burst out in scornful laughter.

“Seriously? You think if anyone is going to have the power to tarnish my image and bring me down, it’s you? Please!! Do you know the kind of person you are dealing with? Do you know who I am? If you ever thought of trying to do such a stupid thing, I would have you and your irrelevant family wiped out in seconds. You must be beyond daft to even think of such a thing. You’re a nothing, woman! You can’t do anything to me, you hear me? Now get the hell out of my office! And don’t come back here until I need it!”

Taken aback by that violent outburst, Aniyah felt tears well up in her eyes, as she quickly opened the door and ran out, angry and sobbing as she exited the office and made a beeline for the car.


Desert Eagle sat in his room, changing the SIM card in his phone, ready to send some more abusive messages to Diamond. It looked like her phone had been off for the whole of the previous evening. He was hoping she would have her phone back on by now. He certainly hadn’t grown tired. He was giving her all the ammunition he had.

“I think it’s time I start bombarding her social media as well. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Herh, walaahi, the Desert Eagle dey fire on all cylinders. Should I maintain it at the dissing level, though? I’m tempted to start giving threats, but chale, that one too go fit cause some legal implications ooo. Hmmm, what to do…”

There was a knock at the door.

He looked up from the living room table, wondering who that was.

He got up, walked to the door and opened it.

A tall man stood in front of him. A gentle-looking giant with a stern look on his face.

“Uh, good morning, sir,” he greeted.

The man looked unimpressed by his polite greeting. “So you’re the Desert Storm or Bullet or whatever?”

He felt slightly peeved at the dismissive nature of his words, but he held back a retort and said, “Archibald Ayembi, aka Desert Eagle, sir.”

“Hmm. I see. So… you happen to know this young lady?”

Gesturing behind him, Desert Eagle looked, and his eyes widened in horror.

It was Diamond!

Damn! She’s reported me to her father.

“I asked you a question, young man. Do you know her?”

Desert Eagle swallowed nervously. “Yes, yes, I do.”

Mr. Dolphyne’s menacing look suddenly changed to a smile. A sinister smile that made Desert Eagle uncomfortable.

“Well, I don’t have much to say right now. I’ve been reliably informed about everything that’s going on, and I’m a man of few words. Just about three things, then I’m out of here.

“Number 1. Young man, you really need to get over yourself and your fragile little ego. Understand this, not every girl will like you, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Everybody has their preferences. Maybe you’re not this girl’s preference, or that girl’s preference. That’s nothing to get super salty over. Just move on and believe you’ll find someone who actually likes you for who you are and everything you’re about. No need to demonize the one who rejected you. That’s some unnecessary pettiness right there.

“Number 2. Main reason I’m here.”

Desert Eagle swallowed harder. The manner in which Diamond’s father narrowed his eyes and wiped the sinister smile off his face was very scary. Before he knew it, the giant had grabbed him by the shirt, and shook him hard twice.

Fright gripped him like a crocodile holding on to its meal for the day, leaving him too limp and scared to resist.

“Now, about all the torrents of abuse my beautiful daughter has had to endure from you. I’m just here to tell you that all that nonsense ends today. When did I say it ends?”

Desert Eagle was too petrified to respond at that point.

“I said, when does it end?”

“To-to-today, sir,” he fumbled nervously.

“Good. Do you know why?”

Desert Eagle shook his head in a stiff and cautious manner, as if shaking it the wrong way would get him into more trouble.

“Simple. Because the next time you harass my daughter in any way, by the time I’m through with you, your body will forget what it’s like to be supported by a skeleton. Oh yes, if you come after my daughter again, I will find you, grind your bones into powder, mix it all up in your bloodstream and sing ‘Oh Happy Day’ while doing it. Because nobody touches my daughter and gets away with it.”

Dangling like a ragdoll, Desert Eagle felt like he’d pee on himself. He loved acting like a hard guy, but this was certainly the day he had ‘met his meeter’, as Ayitey Powers would say.

“Don’t. You. Dare! Worry my daughter ever again. Or I will make sure your face is all over this neighbourhood on ‘What A Shock’ posters. Do you understand me?”

“Y-y-y-y-yessir, yessir!”

“Good. Now apologize to her.” He let him go and moved to allow Desert Eagle face Diamond, who stood there, arms folded.

Scratching his head, he lowered it and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? Young man, be specific,” her father snapped.

“I-I’m sorry for insulting you… and… and disturbing your life. It was bad of me. I won’t do it again.”

“Good. So now, you’ve acknowledged that it won’t happen again. So if you think you’ve got balls, send her another insult. And see if you won’t feel like a helpless antelope at the mercy of a pride when I find you. Have a good life!”

He turned, then waited a bit before turning to the door again.

“Oh yeah, and number 3. Just because you’re not going anywhere near my daughter doesn’t mean you can take your infantile foolishness upon another girl. Get updated on what it means to respect a woman. Educate yourself. Take off that cloak of entitlement. It’ll help you. Before you get your legs broken. Good day.”

Desert Eagle slowly closed the door.

Crap! What the hell was that?

He looked at the SIM cards scattered on the table in the living room.

He recounted the frightening threats he had just received.

Nahhh, chale. I no go fit to risk my life like that. See this giant! Chale, I dey cut top.


“Wow, Daddy! Just… wow!”

Daniel turned to his daughter, a smirk on his face.

“This is only because your barrister mother put a leash on me and insisted I restrain my fists from doing the talking. At least she said I should give him very stern warnings. And very stern warnings I gave him. If he likes, he should try me.”

Diamond stayed silent, a small smile on her face as she moved to wrap her arms around him. “Daddyyyy! Why are you such a hero to me?”

“Because you’re my baby, and I love you, you silly girl,” Daniel retorted playfully, holding her tight.

Giggling, Diamond relished the moment as she and Daniel locked themselves in that brief father-daughter embrace. Now she understood the folly of downplaying this abuse she had suffered. If only she had opened up earlier about it…

Well, at that point, ‘if onlys’ were of no use. What mattered was that Daddy had come to the rescue, just as he had done for her many a time from her infant days till now.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“Come on now, let’s get out of here. Before I consider breaking my promise to your mother and turning that boy’s skull into a puzzle board.”

Diamond laughed out loud as they walked away from the compound. “You’ve learnt Maa’s savagery very well, haven’t you?”

“Girl, we’ve been married for more than two decades. Of course I’ve learnt her art of making all those crazy and ridiculous threats. Did I ever tell you kids about the time she threatened to perforate my tongue with a pencil, and I responded by saying I’d wash her mouth out with pen ink?”

“Oh wow! Fire for fire!”

Moral of the story: do not mess with Daniel Kwadwo Dolphyne’s girls!

Well, the final episode is next week. Time to draw the curtains on this part of the journey! Let’s see what happens with the boys and their issues!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP11 – Rescue Dee!

We’re back, people!! And at this juncture, it’s necessary to note that this first season is almost done. It’s been a pretty exciting journey so far, and there’s more to come from this tribe and the people around them.

But in the meantime, let’s focus on the here and now. So Desert Eagle’s foolishness is no longer known to just Diamond. Will she let her parents know? And what will their reaction be? Let’s find out right now!!

“Ohhhhh, Lord! This reminds me of Sister Act!” Larissa squealed excitedly as the sound of ‘Rescue Me’ by Fontella Bass started up in the car. Snapping her fingers and moving to the beat, she cleared her throat and went unapologetically high-pitch in her little car karaoke session.

Rescue me/Take me in your arms/Rescue me/I want your tender charm/’Cause I’m lonely/And I’m blue/I need you/And your love too/Come on and rescue me…

“Come on, baby, and rescue me,” Daniel added his voice to the song, also choosing to employ a high-pitched voice. Although his attempts were less impressive as that of his wife.

In the comfort of their Toyota Fortuner, though, who cared? All that mattered was that Mr and Mrs Dolphyne were having fun.

If there was one piece of advice regularly given to married couples that Daniel and Larissa complied to with a religious adherence, it was the advice of constantly dating each other. At least, once a month, they went on a date and just made sure they had as much fun as possible. It was one of the major reasons why their love for each other stayed so strong, after spending their whole adult lives together.

For tonight, they decided to do something different: park at a slightly secluded area in the Accra Mall and have their own little karaoke night. And the theme for the occasion was ‘Songs We Loved In The Past’, with all music being provided by Deezer.

“Oh Lord, this has made me wanna go and watch Sister Act so bad!” Larissa commented, still snapping her fingers after the song had ended.

“Oh yes! We certainly have to do that soon,” Daniel agreed, his eyes on the phone screen as he looked for the next song. “Classic movie. But for now, let’s move on to the next track, shall we? For this song, it’s the only one that motivates us to become rockstars!”

Larissa squinted her eyes, trying to think what song it was. Daniel grinned at her as he found what he was looking for. Pressing the play button, he started, along with the song.

Step inside, walk this way, you and me, babe…”

“HEY HEY!” the two of them yelled in unison.

And for the next four minutes, rocking to the sounds of Def Leppard’s ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’, the Dolphyne couple had a jam, with silly expressions and guitar impressions included.

As the song ended, Daniel looked in stunned amusement as Larissa played her imaginary guitar rather violently, along with the ending riffs.

“Lari, in real life, you know you’d damage the guitar, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that part of the whole rock star thing? Weren’t they always wrecking their guitars? The Who and all those peeps?”

“They certainly didn’t sacrifice their hands while doing it. As for yours, I can only imagine how badly damaged your fingernails would be.”

“Whatever! Allow me to rock out! I need to let loose every now and then, you know. I cannot let stress come and knock me down,” Larissa responded.

“Well, you got a point there. Although your hands wouldn’t be pleased with that level of rocking out. But never mind. On to the next one,” Daniel said, the smirk appearing on his face as his quick diversion clearly deflated the desire to argue in Larissa. “Aha, next one coming up: Right Here by SWV. Only Human Nature remix we respect and acknowledge.”

“I’ll attack you over that annoying diversion later. But for now, so on point!” She started snapping her fingers and humming the chorus as she waited for Daniel to hit that play button.

Just as he was searching, Larissa’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID.

“Hm, it’s Diamond.” She pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear. “Hey, honey. What’s up?”

A sigh greeted her, followed by a rather bland, “Good evening, Maa.”

Larissa immediately sat up, a tense feeling arising in her chest. Diamond rarely ever greeted her over the phone in such a dry tone. It was way too obvious that something was wrong.

“Dee, something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

Another sigh followed. “Umm, yes. I know you and Daddy are out on date night, but… I really need to talk to you…”

“Say no more, baby. Your father and I are on our way home. Just hold on. We’ll be back in a jiffy.”

She hung up and turned to Daniel. “Danny, something’s wrong with Diamond. I know we were having fun and all, but let’s get home and find out what’s going on.”

Daniel nodded as he started the engine. “Let’s go home and see what’s wrong with her.”


“Game of thrones? Coveted trophy?” Kwame wondered, his left eyebrow raised. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or unimpressed by that.”

“Oh, please. It was one of the lamest speeches I’ve ever heard,” Oscar scoffed, his legs propped up on Kwame’s bed. “Nigga must have thought he’s Walter White or something when he cooked that up in his mind.”

“Well, if that’s the standard he’s looking at, then that certainly does not hold a candle to ‘I am the danger’ in any way,” Kwame, a serious Breaking Bad fan, responded. “Geez, boy, those lines are iconic! I am not in danger, Skylar, I am the danger!”

A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!” Oscar completed the quote.

“Too much fire in that. Too much!” Kwame said enthusiastically. Then his facial expression changed. “But on a serious note, Oscar, you don’t think there’s anything wrong somewhere concerning these things he came and said to you?”

“Oh, nahh, Kwame. Like I told you before, he’s a braggart, a pure egotist. He’s just displaying the colours he’s always had. Thinking so highly of himself and trying to convince others to see him on the same throne he’s enthroned himself on. It’s just talk. Nothing more.”

Kwame still looked concerned. “But have you heard from Barbara about this? Has she said anything to you about making a choice?”

Oscar shook his head. “She asked for time. That’s why I’m not impressed by his statements. She’s yet to make a choice. And like I said earlier, I know she’s not into all that unnecessary display of expensive stuff, which is what him and a few others constantly do. So if there’s anyone in a comfortable lead as we know it, it’s him.”

“You’re sure she’s not playing with you guys?”

Oscar shook his head. “Kwame, I know you’re looking to be extra cautious about this whole thing, and I appreciate that. But trust me, I know Barbara enough to know that she’s not gonna leave us hanging. I’m certain of that. Chief Tay is just bluffing. That’s all there is to it.”

Kwame sighed. “Oh well. If you say so.”


The expressions on the faces of Daniel and Larissa were palettes of anger and unhappiness as Diamond recounted the whole Desert Eagle saga to them. Hearing about it was one thing; but upon seeing the horrible text messages, the fires in them were flaming hot. As they sat there, they were doing their best to stay calm.

Daniel sighed. “Diamond, baby, I really wish you had told us about this earlier. You didn’t have to go through this alone, for this idiot to send all this bile.”

Diamond nodded silently. “I know, Daddy. It’s just… I thought it was just one of those reactions to rejection that’s slightly extra but fizzles out over time. I guess I… I thought it wasn’t so big a deal.”

“Diamond, trust me, it’s a big deal. A very big deal,” Larissa corrected, her arms folded. “Maybe you may have encountered guys who just get upset and stop talking to you when you say no, but not every guy is like that. So many guys out there feel so bloody entitled to a woman, and it’s sickening. And silence doesn’t help. Don’t you hear of stories of guys going physical on girls who ignored or rejected them? Baby, don’t think every man walking on the face of this earth is as amazing as your father. Some of them are stupid monsters who won’t bat an eyelid if they have to hurt you to satisfy themselves.”

“Yes, Maa,” Diamond responded, her head down.

Daniel gently tapped Larissa on the knee, giving her that non-verbal ‘calm down’ message. He could tell memories of her encounter years back was coming to mind, and it usually made her charge up and sound like she was mad at you when that wasn’t the case.

Larissa nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her rising nerves. “Sweetheart. Did you think this was insignificant compared to my experience with Mr. Lomotey?”

In all the periods Diamond had considered reporting the issue to her parents, she had actually considered the past experience Larissa had told the children about. In her late 20s, she had been working with another law firm, and a top client, in a meeting with her, groped her backside. The first time, she had assumed it was an accident, but the second one was certainly deliberate. Mr. Lomotey received the nastiest of slaps after that, and after being reported, was severely dealt with.

Yet, she deemed Desert Eagle’s actions to be low in rank to Mr. Lomotey lustfully grabbing her mother’s booty.

She nodded. “Yeah, I guess. I thought that this was just words. I mean, yours was physical, and…” She trailed off, not sure what to say.

Larissa shook her head. Rising to her feet, she went over to Diamond and sat by her. “Diamond, listen to me. Whether in words or actions or whatever, harassment is not acceptable, and it’s never a good idea to be silent and think it won’t pass. Whether it’s a disgusting old man squeezing your ass or a dumb idiot dissing you for saying no, all forms of harassment are just plain wrong and should never, ever be tolerated.

No man has the right to feel like he owns you in any way. No man has the right to touch or treat you in any way that makes you miserable. None. Do not stand for it. When you need help, come to us. Please, let us know. We love you, Diamond, and we want the absolute best for you. Please…”

Diamond held her mother’s hands. “I promise I’ll never hide these kind of things from you again, Maa. I promise.”

“Thank you, darling.” A tear of relief ran down Larissa’s cheek as they hugged. Upon separating, she held Diamond’s cheek. “Our beloved first fruit. My precious mini-me. You’re an amazing girl, do you hear me? Don’t let some insignificant piece of trash make you feel otherwise. Ever.”

Daniel was tempted to wince at the low-key passion with which she said ‘insignificant piece of trash’. If there was one thing that could not be denied about Larissa, it was the fact that she was an absolute lioness in matters concerning the children. She was the sweetest and most pleasant of personalities, but if you wanted to meet the monster in her, all you had to do was touch one of her lovely five children.

He got up from his seat and walked over to them. “Diamond, your mother has said it all. Don’t take these kinds of abuse lightly. He may not have hit you, but dissing you is just as bad. Don’t accommodate it in the least.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She got up and hugged him.

“My little baby,” he cooed as she held him tightly. “Daddy will always be here for you.”

“Thank you so much.”

As she continued to hold on to him, a mischievous thought crossed her mind.

“Hey Maa!” she called out slyly, turning to look at Larissa. “You know, I’m thinking I should start competing with you for Daddy’s warmth. Are you ready?”

Larissa sat back, arms folded, eyes narrowed. “You want to spend the rest of this evening removing forks and knives from your forehead, eh?”

Daniel and Diamond laughed.

“Well, before you and your mother start battling over who gets to turn me into an icicle first, there’s one thing I’d like for you to do, honey,” Daniel said as she let go of him.

“What is it, Daddy?”

He cracked his knuckles.

“Wherever that Desert Storm or whatever guy is staying, please find out for me as soon as you can. I believe it’s time to pay him a visit.”

“Oh, Danny,” Larissa protested, her phone in her hand. “Let’s get Jayla and her girls to deal with the boy, eh. I was just about to call her.”

“No, no, no, no, honey. Let’s keep your sister and her squad as a backup option, where it’s clear the police have to intervene. For now, somebody’s harassing my little princess. And he needs to know that Daniel Kwadwo Dolphyne doesn’t take kindly to such foolishness.”

Well, with that last statement from Daniel, the following meme couldn’t be more appropriate…

Ha! Can’t wait to see what the Dolphyne daddy is gonna do next week!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP10 – No Use Hiding It Anymore

Another Friday, another appointment with our beloved tribe! Time to see what’s going on, particularly with the elder kids.

By the way, in case you might be wondering what happened with the Citi Voice Factory finalist… She won!! Yep, she’s a superstar now 😩 Looool. Let’s get into it, y’all…

Oscar switched off the engine of the Toyota Camry as he stepped out to buy the provisions his mother had tasked him to get for the house. Walking to the small store, holding the list as he glanced through it one more time, he shook his head as he noticed ‘Cowbell tin’ as the third item to be bought.

“As for Toby and Anasah, the way they heap spoonfuls of the Cowbell whenever they’re making gari soakings,” he muttered to himself as he arrived at the entrance of the shop. “No wonder Maa gets annoyed with them over it. Third time we’re buying this in six weeks.”

A few others were standing around, also buying a few provisions. All familiar faces. But he was looking out for one person, and as his eyes fell on him, he smirked.

It was Dennis Fafanyo Tay. Also known as Chief Tay. One of the few suitors for Barbara’s heart.

Standing at about five feet eight, with slightly overgrown hair, dimples and a full goatee which was well-kept, Chief Tay was quite a charming character, and seemed to be quite wealthy. For Oscar, however, he was of the opinion that Chief Tay was a major showoff, especially in the light of the pursuit of Barbara’s heart.

As he waited for the person in front of him to take her purchased goods, he could sense he was being keenly observed. No guesses for who it was doing the observing.

Unperturbed, he went ahead and gave the list to the shopkeeper, who he was familiar with. The shopkeeper immediately went to get the named goods, and within two minutes, he had two bags full of provisions in his hands.

His walk back to the car, though, was a rather interesting one. As he opened the car door to put the provisions in the back seat, he heard a voice. “Yo, my guy!”

He looked up to see Chief Tay standing by the car.

The look on Chief’s face was a rather cocky one, which made him slightly irritated, but he was certainly not going to act hostile. He nodded and said, “Yeah, boss. What’s up?”

Chief Tay walked towards him. “Yeah, chale. No malice attached to this brief word I have for you. Just something I’ve said to all the others.”

Oscar knew whatever it was he had to say, had to do with Barbara.

“Chale, I have nothing against you for falling for Barbara. We all dey like fine girls, so chale, I never bore. I just want all my competitors to know that once I’m in the picture, they’re in a comfortable lead. And in GH, when you’re in a comfortable lead, you know what that means.”

Oscar just stayed silent. He knew this was what Chief Tay had for him, and as far as he was concerned, it was just bluffing.

“When it comes to Barbie, please understand this: I’m the lucky sperm that enters the egg. I’m the bird with the coveted worm in its beak. I’m the last man standing in this game of thrones. And I am the one who gets his hands on the coveted trophy. You guys had a good run, no doubt, but there can only be one king of her heart, and that king is a chief. And that chief’s name is Chief Dennis Fafanyo Tay.”

Oscar had an amused look on his face, which was a mask covering up the utter contempt he had for the little discourse he had just heard. Lamest victory speech ever! Or whatever it’s supposed to be.

Chief Tay had that same cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, though. It’s not the end of the world. After all, you’re a fresh boy. By all means, you go get fine girl wey she go love your matter pass. Just not Barbie. She’s my girl.”

He tapped him Oscar on the shoulder as he moved away. “Have a good evening, boss. And regards to the family. Especially your little brother.” 


Diamond stormed into the house, breathing heavily in frustration. Nobody was in the living or dining room. She tossed her bag on one of the chairs and threw herself in the two-seated sofa, rubbing her temple as she tried to process what was going on.

Taking out her phone, she saw the SMS icon on her phone with the number 6 on top, indicating she had 6 text messages.

She knew exactly what those messages were.

Messages of abuse from the different numbers Desert Eagle had acquired.

It looked like he had stepped up his madness and was now becoming a cold-blooded jerk, becoming extra abusive with his words.

She had seen a little part of the fourth message sent. You’re a good-for-nothing piece of trash. Aboaba! That happened to be the most decent of all the messages.

She dropped the phone and looked up to the ceiling, clearly frustrated. It was starting to look as if she had underestimated the guy’s horrible attitude. He was clearly nothing like the other guys she had rejected. And not in a good way.

“At this rate, I owe Nelson an apology, I really do,” she muttered to herself. “Here I was, thinking he’s the most childish human being for refusing to talk to me after I said no. he’s starting to look so mature in my eyes now. I’ve never seen this kind of pettiness over a no before.”

She didn’t hear Serwaah walk into the living room, holding a mug with great care.

So as she pondered over what to do next, she sprung to her feet just as her little sister was passing by. Obviously unaware of what Serwaah had in her hands, she bumped into her.

Serwaah, stunned by the sudden movement, let go of the mug, its contents falling on to Diamond’s dress as it fell to the floor and broke.

“AH, what is wrong with you? Can’t you watch where you’re going? Are you blind?”


“Mmmm, interesting,” Kwame murmured. “So Singapore Airlines is the world’s top airline? I definitely need to check them out at some point.”

He scrolled down. “Best cabin crew, won by Virgin Australia. Haha, just remembered that sweet air hostess on Ethiopian Airlines. Kia. Man, I think I still have a crush on her…”

The sound of something breaking snapped him out of his reverie. Then he heard shouting.

It sounded like Diamond. An angry Diamond.

He put his laptop aside and sped out of his room, rushing downstairs to see what was happening.

He stepped into the living room and saw the two young ladies.

Serwaah was frozen where she stood, looking like she was about to cry, but didn’t know how to begin. On the floor next to her lay the pieces of a broken mug. Diamond on the other hand, was on the sofa, face in hands, looking like she was sobbing.

A confusing sight for Kwame. Before he could move or say anything, Diamond raised her head and blurted out, “God, I wish I weren’t this beautiful sometimes!”

That statement startled him. Diamond was no vain girl, but being a spitting image of Larissa, she took delight in being a clone of her mother, who she often called the most beautiful woman in the world. So such a statement was weird. Why would she say that?

It shook Serwaah out of her frozen state, however. Clearly seeing how distressed her sister was, she rushed over to her, saying, “No, no, no, no, Dee. Don’t say that. Don’t say that. I don’t know why you said that, but whatever it is, don’t feel bad about being beautiful. You’re the most beautiful sister in the world, and I love you so much.”

Kwame’s heart warmed at the sight. With all the stories he had heard about how Diamond doted on the twins, it was clear the love was mutual, especially on the little girl’s side. The way Serwaah had Diamond’s face cupped in her hands was too sweet. It was almost as if Diamond hadn’t just yelled at her.

Diamond smiled as the little girl wiped her tears. “Awwwww, thank you so much, Serwaah.” She hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry I snapped at you like that. I don’t know what came over me, but forgive me. You know I love you too, baby girl. I love you with all my heart!”

As they faced each other again after the embrace, Serwaah cupped her chin again and smiled. “You know what time it is.”

“Oh, I know.”


Kwame smiled as he watched the sisters do the famous D.A.K.

“Alright, baby, go get a polythene bag and let’s get rid of this broken mug. Pass this way, before you step on one of the broken parts by mistake.”

“Alright, Dee.” Serwaah passed the other side and ran to the kitchen.

As Diamond wiped the rest of her tear stains, Kwame stepped into view.

“Umm, Diamond? I heard your outburst just now, and I just wondered… is somebody harassing you?”

She looked taken aback by that. “Umm, why? Why do you ask?”

“Well… For a girl like you, I know one thing that comes with the genetic blessing you have: numerous guys falling over themselves just to date you, or just have sex with you. Many of whom will not take it lightly when you say no, and will most likely get nasty. Is that what caused you to say such? Is some guy harassing you?”

She felt a bit nervous. “Uhh, it was just a silly outburst. I never should’ve said that,” she said, trying to dodge the question.

Kwame stepped forward. “Diamond, I know. But there’s a reason. Dee, don’t keep it to yourself if that’s the case. If there’s someone worrying you, don’t hide it. You don’t need to suffer in silence.”

Diamond sat there, silently. Kwame walked over and crouched in front of her, saying nothing. He knew it was best to avoid being forceful.

After a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath, staying silent for yet another moment before beginning. “Alright. I guess keeping it to myself hasn’t helped. There’s this guy around my workplace that wants to sleep with me, and I said no, and for a while, he’s been tormenting me with calls and texts, just to insult me for rejecting him. I thought he was just being petty and that he’d get tired quickly, but now I don’t think so…”

She drifted off. Kwame shook his head, moving to let Serwaah pass by to sweep up the pieces of the broken mug.

“Diamond. Uncle Danny and Auntie Lari need to know about this. As soon as possible.”

The harassment is out now! Boy oh boy, Mr and Mrs Dolphyne will NOT be happy, that’s for sure! Can’t wait to see what happens next week!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP9 – Hope, Love & Vexation

For today’s episode, two special shout-outs are in order for two regular readers…

First, to my sister Efyah, who turns a year older today. Happy birthday, sista geh! I’m still super jealous of how you are enjoying mohm, but I’ll be quiet. Looool. And second, to Araba, the Citi Voice Factory finalist. You know you got my support, Genny love! Make us proud tomorrow!!

Alright, so after the family moment we had last week, we’re slowly easing back into the ongoing distins. Lezz go!

“Maa? We’re home now,” Oscar said gently, tapping his mother, who had slept through most of the journey.

Larissa opened her eyes. She smiled as she saw the familiar surroundings of the house. “Oh, thank you, dear Lord Jesus,” she said. “Home sweet home.”

Home sweet home indeed. It had been a stressful, malaria-parasite-induced stay away from home since she had been admitted on Wednesday, having to deal with late night injections and drips and medication. The nurses were super friendly, but of course, nothing would even begin to compare with the comfortable and exquisite six-bedroom house the family had acquired just before the twins had been born. That was home indeed, and she knew her presence had been sorely missed.

Opening the door, she stepped out. Oscar quickly moved to her side to help her back into the house.

“Oh Maa, let me hold your hand and help you back in. The queen must be accompanied as she makes her way back to her palace.”

Larissa smiled and rolled her eyes at his teasing extravagance. “You people and your azaa plaudits.”

“Oh, but it’s only fair we give you a grand welcome. Hehe.”

Shaking her head, she grabbed his outstretched hand and proceeded to take her time with her steps.

“Ahhhhh! That’s right! The only sugar mummy we know! Our Claire Huxtable, wati! My God, what a sugarlicious barrister!”

Larissa laughed out loud at the heavy accolades. “Ah, this boy paaa! You’re mad!”

Kwame and Toby, who were taking her stuff from the car, laughed at Oscar’s adulations as he and Larissa entered the house. “Man, it’s good to have Auntie Lari back home. It’s like she just brings this… this light and warmth to the house,” Kwame said as he picked up one of her bags.

“Tell me about it. Maa is our one and only goddess. An African amalgamation of Princess Diana and Benazir Bhutto,” Toby agreed.

“Ei! More heavy accolades!”

“Ha! Those are some of her role models, so chale…”

“Oh okayyyy. No wonder. I’ve always thought she had that Princess Diana vibe about her. Well, we should all pray we get wives as almost-perfect as her… oh, speaking of which, the Nnenna thing…”

Toby smiled. “Well, after rehearing that story on Friday, I’m pretty much pumped up in belief.”

“Oh yeah, the story of how they met. Well, that was definitely something special…”

“It was! And I’m sure they’ll tell you more as time goes on. From their first date, to when he officially asked her to be his girl. It’s an awesome story! And it just filled me with so much hope that this could be the same for me.”

Kwame shrugged. “Well… I definitely can’t say it’s impossible. I already told you that when you admitted it to me. Let’s just see once school reopens.”

“Oh, I didn’t mention. So… I found her on Facebook, and… I sent her a friend request.”

Kwame raised his eyebrow. “I see. And has she responded to it yet?”

“Nope. She’s got a lot of requests in there. But I’m not worried. I know she’ll respond once the time is right. Trust me, Kwame, this is gonna be just like Daddy’s union with Maa. And you’ll be the first to know!”

“Alright, Toby. Let’s see what happens. In the meantime, let’s follow the honourable matriarch back inside.”


Monday morning.

Diamond was off to work as usual, the boys were out to town quite early, and the twins had been taken to school. As Daniel drove into the house, only Larissa was home, still needing to recuperate fully before returning to work. Good timing that he was still on leave. She needed no other nurse to treat her good.

He entered the house and walked over to the living room. He found Larissa sitting on the couch, with the television on. She saw him and folded her arms, turning away.

“Lari?” he walked over, in concern.

She gave a “Hmph,” refusing to look at him, a big pout on her face.

Daniel shook his head and grinned.

Larissa was in her ‘spoiled princess’ mood.

In the two and a half decades he had spent with her, he had become pretty used to some of the funny ways she could seek his attention, and this was one of them. She would sometimes act like she was mad at him and didn’t want to talk to him, and that silly pout was what usually made him know that his only wrong was not being quick enough in giving her a cuddle or a foot rub.

It was pretty obvious that she was looking to take advantage of her day off from work, Daniel’s leave and the children’s absence to get as much pampering from her man as possible.

And did Daniel have a problem with that? Absolutely not. After that nasty bout of malaria, his wife definitely deserved some extra loving. Besides, he had sorely missed her while she was on admission, and to be able to spend the day with her, with none of the youngsters around, was simply perfect.

He got onto the sofa, her back still facing him, and pulled her close, murmuring, “Come here, you fine sassy mami, you…”

Mission accomplished for Mrs. Dolphyne. She pretended to resist for a couple of seconds, but relented and giggled uncontrollably as her husband drew her closer to himself, whispering sweet words in her ear, punctuating every romantic compliment with a kiss on the cheek or shoulder. Within a minute, she was in that giddy mood only her lifelong partner was allowed to see. She had her head on his lap, looking up at him with the most childlike of expressions on her face, occasionally swinging her feet in the air gleefully.

Daniel shook his head. “Ugh, you’re such a spoiled baby sometimes.”

“As long as I’m your spoiled baby, I don’t mind,” she responded, still giggling.

He smiled. She wasn’t wrong. In his presence, she was fully entitled to be a big baby who would be satisfied with nothing else but every single drop of attention possibly extractable from him. In any case, to say this hadn’t been on his mind would be false.

Stroking her chin, he asked, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I just wanna stay in your arms all morning and watch TV with you.”

“Oooooh, nice. Well, get comfy, baby. I know just what you’d want to watch.”

She sat up and rested her head on his shoulder as he switched to the recorded programs on their DSTv decoder.

Scrolling through, he found what he was looking for. “Aha! Here we go. For your enjoyment.”

It was the classic romantic comedy, My Best Friend’s Wedding. One of Larissa’s favourite movies.

Larissa looked at him lovingly. “Honeyyyy! What would I do without-“

“Wait. As you mentioned honey, I just remembered I left something in the car,” Daniel interjected. “Gimme a minute and lemme go get it.” As Larissa grabbed his arm and began to pout again, he laughed. “Lari, what I’m going for will enhance your morning treat, I promise.”

She pouted even harder and tightened her arm around his. “But I don’t wanna let you go,” she said in her most childish voice.

Daniel laughed. Giving her a deep kiss for a couple of seconds, he said in an equally babyish voice afterwards, “But what if issa little surprise for my big beautiful queen?”

“Surprise? Oh, sweet! Alright, then.” She let go of his arm, looking extremely happy with the mention of a surprise, as well as that brief lip lock, and he rushed out.

A minute later, he returned with a black polythene bag. She took it from him and looked inside.

It was nkate-cake. Her favourite dessert!

She looked at him again. “And this, Mr. Daniel Kwadwo Dolphyne, is the reason why you rock my world more than anyone else ever could!”

She kissed him and returned to resting her head on his shoulder, taking a bite of the nkate-cake as the movie began.


“Hahahahaha! Oh my goodness, what a propagandist idiot!”

“Lawrence, do you hear what he is calling me? Did you hear that?”

“Hoh, massa. Like I should say what? I should say something politically correct to massage your silly little ego? My friend, I’ll say it again: you! You, Benoni Foster Gidi, are a propagandist idiot!”

“Mr. Adamtey, please! This program is in the public domain. Exercise some decorum. Please!”

“Oh, get away with your big English! You think you’ve said something big or what? Decorum for the where? Gentleman, I speak the truth with no censorship. You know he’s an idiot, but you are just being fake. Don’t pull me into your hole of pretense and hypocrisy!”

Aniyah switched off the television, bored at this point. It wasn’t as if she had had any intent of watching Adamtey do his usual thing; she had been flipping channels and just happened to chance upon him in a morning panel discussion. She couldn’t even be bothered about whatever it was they were discussing.

As she saw him, though, certain thoughts that had been at the back of her mind started running around once again.

The truth was, she had not experienced a man like him. Being a self-professed ‘sexual liberation advocate’, sleeping with others was not a big deal for her; she regularly scoffed and ridiculed those who believed in the sanctity of sex within marriage alone. And after about two months of this intensive fling with Adamtey, there was one thing she could say about him.

Damn, he knows how to work my body to the mountaintops of ecstasy!

In addition to that, he was pretty liberal with the cash. She had had a number of partners over the years, some of whom were good sponsors, but weak in bed. And some who knew how to get her squealing and squirming and scratching, but could barely afford to buy her a small-sized pizza. Only a few were in the region of achieving both sexual satisfaction and financial generosity, and yes, Emmanuel Adamtey was one of them.

The problem was, she was starting to get frustrated with his cold attitude.

For the past few weeks this relationship had been in existence, it was dawning on her how it seemed he was interested in the sex alone. Everything else seemed to be a nuisance to him.

Even Nicholas was sweeter than this guy. At least he showed some concern for me. This guy is just… so aloof and uncaring.

She knew they were in this for just the satisfaction all right, but the cold shoulder treatment was so unpleasant, and she was growing weary of it. She didn’t exactly need him to be all lovey-dovey and cute on her – after all, their relationship was hinged entirely on sex and money- but some level of concern and respect would be appreciated. She was a human being, after all.

“Never calls to ask how I’m doing. Never tells me anything nice. Doesn’t even bother to make conversation with me. He just tears me apart, gives me money, asks for hot pics and that’s it. What kind of man is he?”

Shaking her head, she briefly checked her Instagram page. Her DM, as usual, was full of messages from a whole lot of guys who were allured by her tempting pictures. She looked with disdain at many of them, leaving some on read, and blocking others. After going through about 42 of the messages, she got bored, exited the app and turned the TV back on.

Adamtey was no longer on the panel. Given the look on the host’s face, he had most likely sacked Adamtey for his attitude. Something that would make him the envy of many a host who had had to deal with him.

Aniyah shook her head. “That man,” she said to herself as she walked to her room. “If it wasn’t for the money and the fact that he’s a fusion of Ronaldo and Messi in bed, I would’ve left by now. Always giving him all my sweetness, but none in return. Well, maybe I’ll talk to him the next time we meet. Hopefully, things will change. Things just have to change.”

Well, considering his thoughts in episode 6, will Adamtey turn over a new leaf and treat her better? We’ll find out in time.

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP8 – Stealing My Warmth

My first State of Dabar post as a tricenarian!! Hehehe. I learned this word on Monday, as God gifted me with a grand entry into the 30s. All praise to Him for that!

And it seems quite appropriate that this week has my personal favourite chapter of this season. We’re taking a brief break from all the ongoing wahala and seeing the Dolphyne family as they are. A loving, tight-knit clan. Enjoy this one, y’all!

“My one and only twinnie!” Diamond cheered as she entered the hospital room, closely followed by Serwaah who also enthusiastically called out, “Maaaaaa!!”

Already sitting up on her bed, Larissa’s face brightened as she saw her girls enter. “My babies!” she gushed, hugging them both tightly. “Awwww, my beautiful babies!”

Oscar, Toby, Anasah and Kwame entered.

Upon seeing the way his mother had her hands on the girls’ cheeks, Toby said, “Here comes another episode of D.A.K.”

Kwame, looking confused, asked, “What’s that?”


Larissa, Diamond and Serwaah all blew a flurry of air kisses at each other.

Toby gestured towards them. “That is D.A.K. Dolphyne Air Kiss. Special love language of the Dolphyne ladies. Exclusive to them alone.”

“Oh, OK. Got it.”

The past three days had not been very good for the Dolphyne matriarch. She had been feeling pretty dull and lethargic when she woke up on Wednesday, but insisted she’d be OK and went to work. By midday, however, her temperature was high and the active Mrs. Dolphyne her colleagues was in total inactive mode. Her immediate junior, Mrs Gracie Allotey, immediately sent her to the hospital and informed the family.

It had been two days of visits to Barton Hospital, where she had been admitted, the children and Daniel taking turns to check on her during visiting hours. For Friday evening, however, everyone was around.

As she embraced the boys one by one, Daniel entered, on the phone.

“Yes, yes… she’s looking better now… I knoww. She rarely ever falls sick. Gotten us all ruffled and stuff. But she’s doing better now… alright, alright, I’ll let her know. OK. OK then, bye bye.”

Ending the call, he walked over to his wife, who welcomed him with a peck on the cheek.

“Feeling better, Lari?”

“Yeah. At least the metal feeling in my mouth is gone, along with the chills. I’m getting better.”

“Thank God.” He sat on the bed, putting his arm around her shoulder as she put both arms around his waist, hugging him real tight.

The children giggled among themselves as she clearly tightened her grip around him. They knew exactly what that action meant.

Daniel shook his head. “Always stealing my warmth, you this big girl. After all these years, you never get satisfied. The day I turn into an ice block, just know it’s all your fault.”

“Quiet, boy. Lemme take what’s mine,” Larissa gently retorted, attaching herself firmly to her husband’s body.


“… so at this point, taking your absence into account, I should say I’m in a pretty comfortable lead,” Diamond said tauntingly, her arms around Anasah and Serwaah as she gave her mother a teasing look. “Or what do you think?”

Larissa stared at her blankly. “I think you’re very lucky I don’t have an open sardine tin to throw at you. Nonsense girl!”

The children all laughed, as did Daniel.

“Awwww, my love!” Diamond responded, smiling sweetly at her. Then she added, “My only banana cake!”

Everybody burst into laughter.

Except Kwame, of course. Who didn’t get the joke.

“Oh, Kwame, sorry oo,” Larissa apologized, still wiping the tears from her eyes as she noticed him looking at sea. “I think we need to update you on that running gag in the Dolphyne household.”

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s connected to how your auntie and I met,” Daniel added.

Kwame sat up. “Ooooh, this should be interesting.”

“It most certainly is,” Toby assured him. “Need some popcorn?”

Daniel gave him a hard look. “Toby, eh.” His son snickered as he shook his head, then he started.

“So, it all began one Wednesday morning, after my mother dropped me off at the STC station. I was on my way back to boarding school. Final year in Augusco at the time. I was waiting for my boys to come, so we could hang around and talk about boyz-boyz things. I waited for about fifteen minutes, but none of them came around, so, I went to buy myself a drink. After buying it, I was just looking around that area where the bar was, and what did I see? This extremely beautiful young girl in Holy Child attire sitting down, reading ‘The Firm’. Lord have mercy, Kwame, I was blown away. I looked at her about 5 or 6 times, then she noticed me watching and started acting all shy, putting her hand over her mouth. Like she’s doing now.”

Larissa laughed, putting her hand down.

 “I went back to my seat. I thought I was just checking her out, but… damn, I was awestruck. I knew I had to talk to her. But guess what? Just as I decided to do so, my boys came. So I had to see them, help one of them in carrying his luggage and all that. And by the time I was a little free, the glorious beauty I had seen was gone.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” the children all gasped.

Daniel did the facepalm. “Do you guys always have to do that when I reach that part of the story?”

“It gives the story a dramatic effect, Daddy,” Anasah replied, giving his little boy smile as the others co-signed his statement.

Daniel shook his head. “Whatever. So I was pretty disappointed. I mean, when you see an absolute babe and miss out on the chance to really move to her, it sucks. But chale, man had to move on. So I went back to school and the normal way of life. Then one day…”

“ONE DAY!!” Oscar and Toby repeated dramatically.

“I’ll just act like they didn’t do that. Hehe, yeah, so, one day, the boys had this magazine from her school, and chale, they were going gaga over the girls in the pictures. But the major focus was on page 8. Crazy hype about some three prefects bi. Sally Hayford, Khadijah Hausa and Larissa Darteh. Took a little while, but I managed to get the magazine. I decided to take my time and go through.

“Then, when I got to page 8, I saw Sally. Lovely girl, no doubt. I saw Khadijah. Oh Lord, that girl was fine!”

“Too fine,” Larissa agreed. “Way too fine. I think she’s married now. Working in Abu Dhabi, the last time I checked.”

“Oh nice, nice. So yeah, I saw those two and I certainly saw why so much hype. Then I saw Ms. Darteh. And to my utter shock, I realized: that’s the bombshell I saw at the STC station!”

“Indeed, we serve a God of second chances!” Oscar exclaimed, on his feet with his hands up in the sky.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Drama prince,” he muttered. Oscar laughed and sat down.

“So straight away, I noted the name and house, and I went to write a letter. By the way, this was a low-key movement. The way some five guys had targeted her eh. My whole dorm was teasing them with her. As for me, I kept quiet and wrote to her. Little did I know I wasn’t the only one writing to her. Babe, how many letters did you receive within that week again?”

“27!” Larissa laughed.

Kwame’s eyes grew wide. “Wait, what? 27 letters?! Ei!”

“It wasn’t easy oo, Kwame. I became an instant hot cake. And I was so busy, I had to stash them somewhere in my cubicle. It was one night, after lights out, that I decided to take them all out and go through one by one. Some of them, bland and boring. I didn’t even finish reading; I just tossed them somewhere kraaa.

“Then there were those with the compliments. One guy, I think his name was Edmond, was like ‘girl, you are a goddess’. Somehow, that’s stuck with Bra Toby and he likes using it.”

“But Maa, it’s no lie, though. You are a goddess. It’s just who you are,” Toby responded, shrugging.

She shook her head and smiled at him. “Hmm. Thank you, my love. Then there were the cliché ones that had me rolling my eyes. About me being an angel that fell from heaven and all that nonsense. Then the classic one. What he did say?”

“OHEMAA! YOU ARE THE BANANA IN MY BANANA CAKE!” the whole family chanted, bursting into laughter and cheers after that. Kwame keeled over in laughter.

“Honestly, Maa, that man deserves a reward wherever he is. Whaaatttt!” Oscar said, clapping his hands. “Ohhhh, I stay impressed at his ingenious line.”

Larissa shook her head, still laughing. “You eh. You better not go and use that line on any girl oo. Yoo! So yeah, Kwame. That’s how the banana cake thing came about. But of course, I’m not done.

“So I opened this letter. The name on it was Daniel K. Dolphyne. I found the name a little funny, at first. This guy, he seemed quite down-to-earth and less interested in being all flowery with his praise and stuff. But there was one thing that got me fluttery. He mentioned being the tall, handsome boy that saw me in the STC yard reading ‘The Firm’. Truth be told, I had been stealing glances at him after he left, and I was captivated. So that very evening, I wrote a reply, giving him my details out of school. On any normal day, I never would’ve done that. But, there was something about this fine, amazing, sensational man that just had everything in me throwing caution to the wind.”

“And dear Lord, throwing caution to the wind has been the theme of our time together,” Daniel said. “After meeting and falling in love, the decision to make her my wife was another crazy risk. I mean, I had the funds and all, but we were 20 years old, still in university. Everyone thought we were being stupid. Chale, even I thought sometimes I was just being ridiculous. But there was this urgent feeling in me that told me to do it. And she felt the same way. So we managed to do it.

“It was nowhere near easy, though,” Larissa added. “It took a long time for my parents to adjust to it, even after they permitted me. My dad thought being a wife so early would derail my ambitions of becoming a lawyer, and that we were rushing.”

“Oh yeah,” Daniel agreed. “Kwame, I’m sure your dad has told you how strongly he disapproved of our marriage.”

“Yeah, he’s told me a number of times,” Kwame said. He grinned as he added, “He’s told me about your fight one particular evening. How he called you ‘a hungry dog trying to legitimize satisfying his libido’.”

“Ouch! That’s a nasty shot,” Diamond winced.

Daniel laughed. “Yeah, that night was pretty ugly. But he came to apologize. About a week or two after your mother’s burial. The first five years were tough, and not because Lari and I had issues. It was those outside making things tough, and of course, it sometimes caused friction between us. After Lari got called to the Bar, though, the families seemed to cool down.”

“A bit. Even to date, some of my relatives think our early marriage was an error. Murmuring behind our backs and all. But guess what, honey? I’m not bothered one bit. I’ve loved every bit of this God-ordained path of my life.”

Daniel nodded. “So Kwame, it’s been a beautiful journey with this woman. We’ve been through so much. Enduring criticism over our early marriage, seeing Lari balance pregnancy and school work, watching her get called to the Bar, building our careers and this beautiful family, travelling the world, learning to adjust to each other’s changes. It’s been amazing. We took a crazy risk, and it’s worked out perfectly. God’s plan, no doubt.”

“Exactly! That’s what I tell a lot of young ladies who hear my story and think they can jump to the same thing. Not so, honey. No guarantee that marrying when you’re just stepping out of your teens will last this long. You’ve got to know what God’s plan is.”

“Indeed. In all, I doubt we’d have attained the levels we’re at if we weren’t together,” he said, looking lovingly at Larissa. “We’ve done a pretty good job, haven’t we?”

“We have, boo. And I thank God every day that I got to spend my days with you. I’m so blessed to be loved by you, and to be the mother of your wonderful children. This evening just reminds me of that blessing. I’ll happily do forever with you, my king. I love you, Daniel Kwadwo Dolphyne. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Larissa.”

“Awwwwwwwww,” was the chorus from the children as their parents stared into each other’s eyes and smiled, reaffirming their intense love for each other.

“Alright now, I think it’s time for some more heat extraction,” Larissa announced, then attached herself tightly to Daniel once again. The young ones laughed as Daniel let out a sigh. “Ugh! Here we go again.”

Then he smirked, and put his arm around her. “But hey, I wouldn’t have any other person stealing my warmth. Only you, my love.”

See why this is my favourite? Danny and Lari are the definition of #relationshipgoals in this State, aren’t they? And they have a beautiful family too!!

I knowwwww, Marie!!!

Now that we’ve had a lil family time with them, it’ll be back to finding out what happens with Diamond, Oscar and Toby thems next week. Stay tuned!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP7 – Offer, Acceptance & Consideration

We’re halfway through this first season of #MTD, and it’s certainly been quite a journey. For today’s episode, I couldn’t help but give it a law-related title. Although it has nothing to do with law. Loool.

Let’s see what’s going on for today. Dealing with the 3 older children of our beloved tribe and their lil issues. Enjoy!

“Oh, how I’ve been waiting for midday to approach!” Naa Shormeh said delightedly. “If you knew how I’ve been fantasizing about the beans today, eh…”

Diamond looked at her and laughed. “Ei, Naa Shormeh! You and gobɛ! You don’t joke with it at all.”

“Of course, lah! We gobɛlines are faithful.”

“Oh yah, yah! Faithful to the end. Well, I’m in an internal debate at the moment. Fried yam or waakye?”

Naa Shormeh shrugged. “Do whatever makes your stomach happy, boo. At least I know it’s my darling gobɛ that will make me happy. I’m off now.”

“Alright, baby girl. I’ll make my decision in the next couple of minutes.”

As Naa Shormeh stepped out, she shook her head, looking at her phone. 43 missed calls. She sighed and turned it over.

The torment was not over.

She had blocked his original number all right, but it seemed like he had a supply of SIM cards ready. She had made the mistake of answering one of them that morning, only to receive yet another barrage of insults from Desert Eagle. She quickly ended the call and blocked the number, only to have a different number call about five minutes later.

Nothing was more frustrating than the fact that his incessant and unnecessary calls were provoking her to switch her phone off, yet she couldn’t, because there were a couple of important calls she was expecting.

“Lord, why? Why do I have to deal with the epitome of stupidity?” she muttered as she stepped out of the office, deciding to go for fried yam. She had had enough rice that week, a change in diet was necessary.

As she stepped out of the gate, she wondered briefly. I was thinking this is a small matter, but I’m not so sure at the moment. Should I tell her? I mean, looking at her experience… but that’s on another level, when you think about it. That was plain disgusting, what Mr Lomotey did. Nah, this stupid boy doesn’t deserve that much attention. Forget it.

Walking along the route to the bus stop, which led to the fried yam seller’s little kiosk, she decided to take out her earphones and listen to one of her numerous Deezer playlists. As she fixed the earphones in and opened the app on her phone, a sound beside her had her briefly startled.

“See am!”

She turned in the direction from where it came, and her expression darkened a bit more.

It was Desert Eagle, giving her the most disdainful stare he could muster up.

In that moment, a multitude of thoughts came rushing into Diamond’s mind, accompanied by a rush of wrath waiting to be released.

She really wanted to punch him right in the eye, scream down on him and let the world know what an idiot he was. She also really wanted to ask him why he found it necessary to be as ridiculously petty as he was being, calling just to insult her. She wanted to tell him to get a life and grow the hell up. She wanted to get into the gutter and humiliate him as badly as possible.

All at the same time.

But what would Maa do? She quickly thought to herself. Picturing her mother in all her elegance and authority and class, there was one decision she came to.

She decided to ignore him.

Fighting and getting into the gutter with him would definitely soil her reputation, considering her workplace wasn’t too far, and at this point in time, she didn’t see him to be a reasonable person who would stop and think about his actions. It was best to just act like he didn’t exist. That would surely be a huge slap in the face to him.

He’s just some pathetic, unemployed dude with nothing to do. I better not allow myself to descend to his level. Just like my American mama Michelle will say, when they go low, we go high!

“Na you, you figure sey what?” were the only words she heard, as she found the playlist she was looking for, and hit the Play button. The sounds of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Go Your Own Way’ were blasting in her eardrums as she became oblivious to his speech.

She walked away without a care in the world.

Oblivious to the anger written on his face.

“Herh, so she bluff me? Oh saa? Ok. No problem. This is just the beginning. You this girl! I swear my father Kanto, you go smell pepper!”


“Aww, how cute. So he gave each of you GHc50?”


“Sweet! Then it’s settled. You two are taking me to KFC this weekend.”


Toby was busily listening to the twins narrate the day’s events of how they helped return the wallet of one gentleman who had come to visit their headmaster, and how he had rewarded them through the headmaster.

As he laughed at their resistance to his demands, Diamond, having returned from work, walked into the kitchen where they all were.

“Hey Forehead.”

“Hey loser.”

Standard greeting between her and Toby.

“DIAMONDDDD!” the twins exclaimed upon seeing her.

“My hunniessss!” she gushed as they rushed to embrace her. She hugged both of them tightly as Toby turned to give her a disinterested stare.

“Gentleman, what is your problem? Haven’t you seen a girl showing love to her babies before?” she scoffed, noting his blank gaze.

“Nope. And I’m definitely telling Maa what you said. As well as point out your emphasis on ‘her’. I can’t wait to see the goddess glue your eyelids together, like she said last week!” Toby’s response had them all laughing.

“Ah, Toby, I think your phone is ringing oo,” Serwaah said.

He strained to listen. Indeed, his phone was ringing. So he rushed to the dining room where it lay, but the call ended just as he picked it.

Just as he lifted it, he noticed there was a Facebook notification.

His stomach immediately experienced an ignition of flaming excitement. Is this it? Has she finally accepted my friend request?

He eagerly pressed the notification to open Facebook… only to see that it was one of those annoying notifications about a posting in one of the groups.

Ugh! This is slowly taking over my brain, for crying out loud! All I can think about is that moment she accepts my request. I need to cool it down before it consumes me.

Indeed, ever since he had sent the friend request, all he seemed to be obsessed with was the expectancy that she’d respond. The excitement of building a relationship with his heart’s desire was way too overwhelming, and it had him scrambling to the phone every time he heard a beep. It had been going on for a while, and he was getting tired of it.

He put the phone down and stood where he was for a moment, taking in a few quick breaths. When he was done, he said to himself, “Take it easy, Toby, take it easy. This is nothing to get worked up over. Just relax. Take it easy. She’ll reply when the time is right. No stress. No stress.”

Another deep breath followed, then a smile. “When it’s my time, nothing can stop me. Absolutely nothing!” he said aloud.

“Oh, Lord, he’s talking to himself. The problem is worse than I thought!” Diamond, coming out of the kitchen, taunted behind him.

Toby turned, ready to respond, but stopped. Diamond stuck out her tongue at him and went upstairs with a victorious smirk on her face as Toby stood there, ruing his lack of an equally savage response.

“Ugh! Damn! I’m out of forehead jokes!”


“Thank you for this ride, Oscar. I really appreciate it,” said Barbara, giving him the sweetest of looks.

“You’re welcome, Barbie.”

After spending half of the day in Osu, he happened to chance upon his dear crush at the Osu Mall on an outing herself. Perfect timing for him. They had spent a bit of time at Shoprite before deciding to leave for home.

“So this is where your friend stays?” Oscar asked, looking at the house which he had parked in front of.

“Yeah, Makuyo. She’ll be meeting me in a moment. OK, so thank you once again…”

“Umm, before you go… what I mentioned last night.”

Barbara looked down, seemingly flushed in the face. “Oscar… I… I’m not sure yet. There’s so much in the way right now and…”

Oscar held her chin and looked her in the eye. “I know, Barbs. I know. I’m not going to say much concerning all that, but I will tell you this: you know what I’m bringing to the table.”

Barbara looked at him silently.

“We’ve had quite some time to get to know each other, haven’t we? You have a fair idea of who Oscar Dolphyne is. From the beginning, that’s all I wanted; for you to know who I am, and not to just try impressing you with all sorts of nice things. That’s why I say such. And everything about you tells me that you appreciate me, so… I don’t need to say too much.”

Barbara’s eyes darted elsewhere, nodding rather reluctantly. “Well, it’s true, though. I know you’re a genuine guy, and that you don’t do fake things. I know you’re all about authenticity. I really appreciate that in a guy. But please, just give me some time.”

“I will, Barbie. Don’t worry. Take your time.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

His hand still propping up her chin, he lovingly stroked it. “You’re such a beautiful girl, you know. Too beautiful.”

She started to laugh. “Ei, you, you want to make me shy this evening, eh?”

“Nah, just want to be truthful with you, that’s all.” He winked at her.

A small smile on her face, she looked outside and saw a familiar figure open the gate. “Maku is out now, I have to go.”

“Alright, Barbie. Had a good time. I’ll talk to you later, ayt?”

“Sure. Good night.”

He started the engine as she shut the door, and waved one last time before moving off and heading home.


Barbara and her friend Makuyo stood and watched as the white Toyota Yaris sped off and turned at the second right junction.

“Hm. So JJ say what?”

“He says I should consider him ooo.”

JJ? What kinda code name is that? Is Toby wasting his time with his beloved Naija babe? And this Desert Eagle boy kraaaa, why? Well, these situations oughta be resolved speedily. Let’s see what goes down in the second half of this first season of the Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP6 – Authenticity

Time dey move, chale! I guess the Monday holidays made the weeks go faster than usual. Ah well, the earlier Fridays come, the better, right? We get to know woiz going on with Dabar’s beloved tribe!

For this week, let’s see a bit of one minor character who y’all probably haven’t had much encounter with. The sharp-tongued politician. Loool. Enjoy!

Transaction complete.

Emmanuel Adamtey nodded as those words showed up on his phone screen. He then put the phone on the bedside table and put his hands behind his head as he waited for the next 5 minutes to be up before stepping out of bed to prepare for the day, which included a discussion at one of the radio stations.

He had just sent some money into the account of the lady sleeping by him.

As he patiently awaited for the next set time of his alarm to arrive, he shook his head as he looked at her, deep in slumber.

I really marvel at how I encountered this girl.

Truth was, Adamtey, now in his late 40s, was an unashamed player. Only two things mattered to him: sex and dirty politics. He had been married about a decade or so ago, but his lust for young ladies was something he never sought to rid himself of before taking that walk down the aisle. Within sixteen months, he had already broken his vows, and his wife got tired of having to share him with others. She quickly filed for a divorce and left the country afterwards.

Given the way he dived right back into the player’s lifestyle, though, one didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that he had zero regrets. He did his possible best to keep his promiscuous lifestyle away from the spotlight, well aware that somebody could easily use it to tarnish his image, which undoubtedly wasn’t the best, considering his fiery attitude.

It’s sad how everyone wants to be a ping possy pipsqueak. Being all nice and cute when we need the straight hard truth. I do it, and everyone says I’m a horrible person. To hell with all them politically correct cowards! At least I have the party faithful solidly behind me…

And journalists! The way most of them annoy me. Always asking questions to subtly discredit you. Always trying to be smart and insinuate silly things. They’ve been pissing me off since I entered this political game. Idiots, all of them!

He had encountered Aniyah at a restaurant one evening. She was sitting by herself, a bottle of Coca-Cola on her table, looking like she was waiting for someone. As to whether she had been waiting for anyone or not was immaterial to Adamtey; once his eyes fell upon her ever-displayed cleavage and her legs which the short yellow dress failed to cover in any way, he knew what he wanted, and he had duly moved to her and flirted with her, and the rest, as they say… is history.

Two major thoughts about Aniyah ran through his mind…

One. Definitely one hell of a daft woman…

Adamtey had come to the conclusion a while back that Aniyah was a person whose intelligence controls had been set to permanent brain fart mode. So much of what she said made little to no sense to him. He often marveled at her statements pertaining to general knowledge of national affairs, as well as the factually inaccurate things she brought up regularly in their attempts at conversation.

It’s so funny how you still manage to display such lack of knowledge in this Google era. Goodness! Such a dumb slay queen.

Two. But, damn, is she just what little Emma needs…

The only reason why he hadn’t tossed her aside was the fact that not many women satisfied him sexually as well as Aniyah. He had been attracted to her body for a reason, and his expectation certainly hadn’t been disappointed.

As he lay there, he smiled as he thought of what an intense and satisfying time he had been given just a few hours ago. He had come to her house for the usual, and for him, at least, it had been a mind-blowing session. When it came to the real reason he had her around, she more than delivered.

Goddamn, that thong had me up in my levels. And that mini crop top. Set a fire in me like I’ve never known. Best night of enjoyment I’ve had this year, without a doubt. And I thought Karen and Haji had all the fruit I needed…

As the alarm went off, he grabbed his phone and pressed the silence button. Lifting himself up and stretching, he nodded with satisfaction at hearing the necessary bones crack.

“As for this one, I’ll just keep her around. I can’t let one of the sexiest toys go just like that. She might not have sense in any way, but then again, it’s not sense that keeps tiny Emma satisfied. So chale, I’ll just not engage her. Just keep her quiet with money, and when I need it, I’ll have it. Time to get back home so I can get to work,” he murmured to himself as he proceeded to put on his clothes, doing it quietly so as to not wake Aniyah up.

She stirred and opened her eyes as he was putting on his shoes. “Manny boo,” she murmured, reaching for his hand. “Do you have to leave so soon?”

“I have a radio discussion in a couple of hours,” he replied curtly. “I have to get going immediately. Talk to you later.”

Without so much as a look at her, he got up and exited the room.


I mean, it is so obvious and plain to see that this hospital crisis ongoing is solely the fault of government. This is an absolutely ineffective and useless government that has done next to nothing to advance the plight of Ghanaians. We need a change. We need competent leaders who will take our dear country to the next level. Not these bunch of crap jokers!”

“Hmmm,” came from Kwame as he sat in the car, listening to that fiery speech. As the panelists applauded, Oscar said, “Well, the prophet is celebrated in his hometown.”

“Ozzy, is that Mummy’s friend?” Anasah asked from the back seat.

“Yes oo, Anas. That’s Mr. Adamtey. He’s at one of his party’s radio stations. That’s why there’s no fighting.”

“Aha! That’s why. He should have been fighting by now.”

Kwame laughed. “It’s that bad?”

“Papa!” Anasah responded, moving forward. “Sometimes, we hear him when Daddy is taking us to school. He fights with the others 7 out of 10 times.”


“Kwame, it’s serious oo,” Oscar added. “I saw him on TV the first time a few days back. This guy practically told the other panelist that his girlfriend doesn’t know the difference between perfume and mosquito spray!”

Kwame put his hand over his mouth. “Oww! That’s just below the belt. Can’t he just stick to the issues without being so abusive?”

“Hmmm, this guy. His sticking to the issues includes being a nasty bastard. Nasty and unapologetic. And as for him being dealt with… it happened once. You should’ve seen how it turned into another political discussion altogether. His party claiming it’s a political witch-hunt and all. So now he has some freedom, so to speak.”

“Wow, that’s crazy.”

“Hello, guys!”

Oscar turned to look at the person who said that.

It was Adelaide. One of the lead singers at church. The girl his father had recently asked about.

“Hey Adelaide! What’s up? On an errand?”

She smiled, nodding. “Yes oo. Doing something for Pastor Lois as always.” Noticing the young one in the back, she waved to him. “Hey, Anasah! How are you?”

“I’m fine,”Anasah responded.

“Good, good. Send my greetings to Serwaah, okay?”

“Alright, I will.”

She turned her attention back to Oscar, the smile on her face a little too sweet. She looked like she had been fantasizing about chancing upon him throughout the day, and her little daydream had just come true.

“So what are you guys up to?”

“Oh, uh,” Oscar started, slightly unsettled by the bright expression on her face, “we’re just getting some stuff for the house, but we’re waiting a bit for the traffic to subside before we move. Early morning choke-up.”

“Oh yeah, this place can be crazy around this time. Oh well, nice seeing you,” Adelaide said, touching Oscar’s arm which was rested on the car door as the window was rolled down. “I’ll see you on Wednesday, OK?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Oscar responded, looking a little surprised by that brief brush of her hand against his arm. As she walked away, he had a puzzled look on his face.

Which changed as he looked in the rear view mirror and saw the mischievous look on his younger brother’s face. His eyes narrowed. “Anasah, don’t say anyth…”

“Adelaide likes you!” Anasah gleefully blurted out loud.

Oscar did the facepalm. “Ugh, I knew this would happen!”

“Well, Oscar, it does look like she has some affection for you,” Kwame said. “I mean, that smile on her face as she looked at you. We’ve seen her smile a couple of times, and none of them were as bright as this.”

Oscar shook his head as he held his forehead in his palm. “So Daddy knew what he was talking about when he asked me about her. Ugh! Well, she’s not a bad girl. But… you already know.” His eyes narrowed again as he looked in the rear view mirror. “And apparently, so does Sherlock Holmes Junior.”

Anasah giggled. “Yeah, we know it’s Barbara you want!”

“Kwame, trust me, it’s almost impossible to keep secrets from this boy. If he was alive in the 60s, he’d probably know who killed JFK.”

Kwame laughed. “Anas knows too much.”


“But, about Barbara, are you sure about this? Because from what I gathered, thanks to the incarnate Inspector Bediako sitting behind us, you’re not the only one interested in her. And that didn’t give me a good vibe at all.”

“Oh, I know. I know what’s going on. But trust me, that’s nothing to worry about. When you know what you have distinguishes you from the others, you don’t have to worry.”

“But Oscar,” Anasah interjected, “the other boys are doing a lot oo. Buying her gifts and the like. Chief Tay giving her lifts in that Range Rover of his, among others. Aren’t you concerned about that?”

Oscar smiled as he turned to look at Anasah. “Anas, Anas. I’m not concerned about that at all. You know why?”

Anasah shook his head.

Oscar then switched off the radio and turned to face the two.

“It’s simple. When it comes to the pursuit of women, too many of us guys have got it badly twisted. We think it’s all about splashing the cash and impressing the ladies. And that’s all these guys are doing. Chief Tay and the others. Behaving as if that’s all there is to relationships. Just showing her you have money.”

Anasah and Kwame watched him silently as he spoke.

“We all know there’s more to relationships than just the financial status of the guy. I mean, that can even end up being a veil that covers what really lies underneath. At the end of the day, all that cash can’t atone for him being a sensational drunkard, a habitual cheater or an abusive guy. What matters is authenticity. And that’s what I bring to the table.”

Anasah nodded.

“I can do what they do, can’t I? I mean, Daddy and Maa are well-to-do, and we’re a very comfortable family. I’m no poorer than the rest of the squad. But I present a real version of myself to Barbara. The real Oscar Paa Manu Dolphyne. Because I like her and I want her to be my girl, and it’ll take more than the greens and the purples and the browns to keep her.”

“But you know you still need to spend on her, right?” Kwame asked, a smug smirk on his face.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “You think I’m gonna walk into Pizza Hut with her and order a pizza and tell them my authenticity is enough currency? Is it not beating they’ll beat me?”

They all laughed out loud.

“Balance diɛɛ, it’s necessary. But all I’m saying is, the others are just following the ideas of this society to the extreme. Money sweet, money nice. But that’s not all there is to this thing. And I’m just looking to keep from that. The name of the game for me is realness. Authenticity. Letting Barbara see who I am and who she’s gonna be with once she says yes.”

“Well, I guess your mindset is in the right direction,” Kwame said, shrugging. “I just hope Barbara appreciates that, and that she’s not the kind of girl who is money-conscious, because those kind of girls will trash all your ‘authenticity’ sermons.”

“Oh, she’s not like that. For that, I’m sure. I’ve seen those kind of girls in operation before, and I know how heavily they’ll insult me for the truth I just spoke. Barbara is far from that. So I’m confident. She’s all about authenticity.”

“Umm, Oscar, brief distin I want to say,” Anasah requested.

“Yes, Anas?”

“Can you please stop mentioning that word ‘authenticity’? I’m getting tired of hearing it!”

Oscar looked at him with narrowed eyes once again. “You know, I was thinking of buying you white chocolate after this speech. I’ve changed my mind. And even if I do, it’s only for our little princess.”

“Oh, Oscar!”

“No ohs, boy.”

“Kwame, beg him for me.”

Kwame gave him the side-eye. “You’re on your own, please.”

So Oscar’s all about being real with his love interest and not being an unnecessary show-off. Interesting. Will that work in his favour? Only time will tell. See y’all next week!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP5 – Chale, Is It Worth It?

We’re already a 100+ views deep in this series! I appreciate the fact that y’all are into this little tribe. Keeps me going. So it’s another Friday, and another episode of Meet The Dolphynes!

At this point, the major thing is, we’re all wondering what’s wrong with Desert Eagle. Such an infantile twat, chale! Well, let’s see what happens next…

“So you gave him my number?” Diamond hissed furiously. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Leonard, one of her fellow national service colleagues, stood there in the storeroom, a very sheepish expression, clearly unaware of how what had seemed harmless was sparking up such a rage. He had been approached by Desert Eagle, who spoke with such eloquence and a convincing tone of voice that the young man was easily lulled into his deception and gave Diamond’s number to him, believing he was one of the company’s numerous clients.

That morning, as Diamond was busily brooding over how Desert Eagle managed to get her number, after the numerous times she had flatly refused to let him have it, Leonard approached her in the storeroom, innocently asking if she had heard from the gentleman she was working with concerning a motorcycle. Immediately suspicious, she probed further, pushing past the fake identity Desert Eagle had given Leonard and discovered that it was him.

Needless to say, she was pissed, and was not happy that of all people, it was Leonard that had to be approached by Desert Eagle. She was never one to cast people in a bad light, but since the day she had set foot in that office, Leonard had done nothing to disprove her notion of him being a dull, bumbling doormat who was too easy to manipulate and deceive. And with this mistake, that impression of him was definitely indelibly stamped on her brain.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry, Diamond,” he stuttered. “H-h-he told me it had to do with business, and that he had your number, but had lost all his contacts. He seemed so genuine, I had no idea! I’m sorry.”

Diamond sighed, turning away from the stuttering colleague in front of her, muttering to herself.

Of all the stupid things to do! You know you’re supposed to direct all clients to the company, no matter what. You know how inappropriate it is to give one’s number to a stranger unless you’ve checked with the other person and it’s totally OK. Ugh, this guy!! Now he’s made himself the reason this fool had leeway to disturb my life.

“Umm, but… if I might ask, is he a pestering client or something?” Leonard asked nervously.

She shook her head, giving him the side eye. She could tell he was totally clueless when it came to issues of girls being harassed by guys, and she was already annoyed enough. Engaging him further would provoke the lioness in her. “Never mind. What’s been done has been done. I’ll deal with the issue myself.”

She walked out of the storeroom, leaving him perplexed even further.

As she returned to her seat, she looked at her phone in satisfaction. She had successfully blocked his number.

With time, he’ll see what a foolish boy he is, and grow up, she thought to herself as she got to making the entries for the day on her computer. As for that Leonard boy… let’s just pray he doesn’t cross my path again for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t like to rip him up and make him cry like the jon he is…


Nnenna Amadi.

Ever since the day he first set his sights on her, Toby was smitten hard.

It was during the exam season, while he and two of his colleagues were studying for their World History exam in one of the lecture halls. They had been hard at work, exchanging information and all. Then a gentleman by name Kumi entered the room, briefly seeking to see one of the colleagues Toby was studying with. And standing by the door, waiting for him, was this lovely girl by name Nnenna.

Truth was, Toby noticed her and was attracted, all right, but he thought it was just one of those things. It took a few more sightings of her during the exam period for the feelings to really get deep. By the time he was convinced that he had strong feelings for her, he was done with exams, and the likelihood of seeing her again before he left campus was quite low.

Until he decided to just snoop around the same area where they had been studying one particular morning before moving back home. He had had a strong inkling that she would be around. So the day after his last paper, he did such.

And lo and behold, when he entered the lecture hall he had been studying in, there she was, studying for her final paper.

It had taken a bit of strategic positioning and planning, but after she briefly stepped out to attend to some matters, Toby managed to find her and, for a couple of minutes, briefly engaged her. She was apparently two years ahead of him, and had quite a lot of struggles with the course. She was grateful for the little encouragement Toby had for her, thanking him, asking his name, and walking back to the classroom to continue her studies.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to ask for her number, and he preferred not to, feeling she would not be into giving her number to a stranger so quickly. But having gotten her full name, he knew of a good way to fish her out and find a way to be in touch with her.


So that afternoon, in the comfort of his room, he decided it was time to begin the pursuit the best way he could at that moment.

The search complete, the first profile he saw had the picture he was looking. And it brought that familiar fiery feeling in his belly. The same one he had experienced when his strategic positioning on that day they spoke was on point, and he came face to face with her.

He smiled as he opened her Facebook profile. I’ve found her. I’ve found the woman of my dreams!

That warm feeling in his gut maintained a comforting steadiness as he scrolled down her profile. Even though there wasn’t much to see from her. The last time she had posted anything on her profile was about five months ago.

No worries. I’m sure she still checks it every now and then.

He did the routine browsing through the profile, checking out her photos and the like. Afterwards, he noticed the left side of the screen. One little line caught his eye.

Followed by 2,433 people

“Herh, chale! This is serious!” he exclaimed. It was evident most of these followers were actually people who had sent friend requests, and were yet to get a response.

A wave of doubt swept over him at that point. Chale, Toby, is it worth it? See how sought after she is. Are you sure you stand a chance?

As he sat in front of his laptop on his bed, he struggled within himself. All these obstacles seemed to be telling him that Nnenna was not a girl he could get any time soon. A fine dime like her probably had a minimum of 7 guys proposing to her on a daily basis. At this rate, you’re at the back of the line kraaa ooo. In any case, how sure are you that she’ll want to settle down in Ghana with you? And she’s even older than you. You’ll be disappointed in the end, boy. Let it go.

But what if it actually does work out? You shouldn’t be discouraged by what you see. What if it actually works out, and this glorious Naija honey falls in love with you and commits wholly to you? And who said age is that important? Do you want to throw this away because of assumptions? Really? If your daddy had had that mindset, would you be here?

The second voice, as you’d expect, gingered Toby up. He nodded as he replayed the thought in his mind, especially the last question. Was he willing to throw away the opportunity when there was a potentially huge reward at the end?

He shook his head. “Definitely not throwing this away. Imagine if Daddy hadn’t made the move when necessary. This family wouldn’t be together. Man must rise to the challenge!”

Scrolling to the top of the profile, he took a deep breath, then clicked the Add Friend button.

“Besides,” he reasoned to himself as he got up from the bed, “we’ve met before. Just once, but it’s still a meeting. So she knows me. I know it’ll work. Most definitely!”


The door opened.

“Yo, D.E., here the SIM card dey.”

“Yoooooo, Agege! Agege! Thanks, chale. The way I dey hia this thing eh.”

“Why, MTN dey mess up, eh?”

“Ibi serious oo! The network be bad for here. I no dey buy data of late, coz e just go make waste, wey chale, money too no dey the system inside. Every pesewa be crucial.”

“That one diɛɛ, e never be lie. Things make tight, chale. Anyways, now that I manage get the thing give you, abi you make set that?”

“Yeah, chale. Everything be cool now. Thanks, chale.”

The two shook hands. Agege left.

The door was shut.

Desert Eagle held the SIM card with glee as he walked over to the dining table. Arriving there, he tossed it on the table.

Next to the six other SIM cards his other friends had brought to him.

He smirked as he rubbed his hands together.

“Oh yes. She might have blocked my number, but I prepare the backup long time. Ahh! A whole Desert Eagle, then you dey shout my top. Such nonsense! It’s not the small blocking that will stop me. I dey come give am hell make she see. Just waiting for the last piece of the puzzle…”

His soliloquy was interrupted by another knock on the door. He got up and rushed to it, opening to see his friend, Mawutor, holding a small phone.

“Yeah, Desert, chale, I find this small phone for my room inside. I charge am small before I on am. Everything dey work perfectly.”

“Sweet! Chale, thanks a lot.”

“No problem. So as your phone loss, this one go fit serve as backup. Na your neighbour diɛɛ, sey you go depend on am no be lie.”

“At all, chale. The way he dey bore me sef. Inobi desperation, anka I no go biz am for phone make I call you mpo.”

“Chale! Yawa guy first class. Anyways, forget am. This go sort you out for now.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, chale.”

“No problem. We go talk later.”

The door was closed as Mawutor left.

A big, stupid grin on his face as he walked back to the table, he tossed the phone onto the table. The little fibs he had told his friends had paid off. Now he had everything he wanted.

“The final piece in my plan of revenge is complete! Now, I have two phones with which to torment the crap out of her. One to call and give it to her, another to give it to her via text. I swear my father kanto, she go regret big time. I no go give am breathing space sef. No mercy. None at all.”

Oh boy, this clearly isn’t ending just yet. This is beyond petty. We do have guys who can be that emotional and butthurt, though. Right? Well. This wahala gotta be dealt with soon. We’ll see…

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP4 – Who Starts A Call Like That?

First Friday of my favourite month (for obvious reasons) has arrived!! Praise the Lord, somebody!! Alright, so the Dolphyne tribe is back yet again!

By the way, I’d like to show my lil appreciation to all of you who have shown support and enthusiasm at this series. It’s most definitely highly esteemed how y’all look forward to each episode. This will surely be an interesting ride! Anyways, let’s see what’s going on with them, shall we?

As the congregation shared the grace to signal the end of the service, Daniel shook hands with those around him, a big smile on his face.

“God bless you all, and see you on Wednesday!” the pastor announced as he placed the mic on the pulpit and walked down the stage to interact with a few of the members.

As he noted his colleagues from the bank, Mr. Woledzi and Mrs. Amankrah, moving with their individual families, he nodded and smiled.

Being the last born of three children, Daniel Dolphyne had experience of what it was like to be in a family truly united and present at all places. His parents had been one of the most respected couples in their church, and if social media hashtags were a thing back in the days of old, that Dolphyne family and #familygoals would have been synonyms. They were loved by many for being such a lovely reminder of how tight-knit a family should be. And it wasn’t just a matter of keeping up appearances; the bond was real.

Now a husband and a father, he certainly hadn’t failed to follow the trend, and somehow, every Sunday seemed to remind him of how blessed a man he was. Being the Chief Compliance Officer of one of the biggest banks in Ghana was an awesome thing, for sure, but juxtaposed against being the husband of the most amazing woman in the world and the father of five wonderful human beings? It definitely fell flat on its face, just like the statue of Dagon before the ark of the covenant.

So it was always a heart-breaker when he had to hear stories of broken homes and children split between either parent. It was a major reason why he had chosen to become a counsellor; to play his part in helping such issues minimize. And from the look of things, the two workers, who had come to him for help a few months earlier, were slowly but steadily getting their once-wrecked homes in order.

And that was enough to put a smile on Mr. Dolphyne’s face.


“Daddy! They said Kalyppo is finished!” Anasah yelled, running to his father, who was seated in the passenger seat of the car.

“Oh, then what do they have?”

“Vimto and the small-sized Ceres Apple Juice.”

“Hmmm, Vimto is too sweet. Go and buy the small-sized Ceres, alright?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Anasah replied obediently, receiving the GHc10 note. Of course, he would have preferred the Vimto, but his father wouldn’t bend, and anyways, Ceres was just as good. He sped off just as his mother showed up, yelling, “Hi Maa! I’m coming, Maa!!”

Larissa looked at her little boy in amusement as he ran off, then walked over to her husband. “Hey Daddy.”

“Hey baby,” he greeted. “Still can’t get over how big our Royal twins have become?”

“It’s serious, Danny! To think they were such cute little beings a while ago. Now look at how big they’ve become. Goodness, Danny, we’re getting old!”

Daniel laughed. “Twenty-four years have come by quickly, haven’t they?”

“They sure have… hmm… aha, why I’m here. You know that girl in the choir who usually leads when it’s time for offertory?”

Daniel nodded. “Adelaide or so, right?”

“Yes, Adelaide. You know, I’ve been observing her for a few weeks now. You know Oscar has to work with the choir every now and then. I’ve been watching her movements and all, and I think she has feelings for our son.”

Daniel looked pleasantly surprised. “Really?”

“Yep! The way she reacts to him, her body language, her smile whenever she’s looking at him or in his direction. I know when a girl likes a guy, and she’s ticking all the boxes perfectly. Plus I’ve overheard her in conversations with some of her friends and when Oscar is mentioned, plenty of giggles, and trust me, I’m well versed in the art of giggling. I know what fuels all kinds of giggles, and those giggles are definitely fueled by a crush.”

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes while looking sideways at his wife. “Lari, this isn’t just an observation thing. You’ve done a full-blown audit on the girl, haven’t you?”

She smirked. “You know me, babe. I’m all about that due diligence life!”

“Ha! Don’t I? I know you too well. So, you think Adelaide has a thing for Oscar?”

Larissa folded her arms and tapped her feet in mock impatience.

“Sorry, I mean, so you’ve successfully discovered that Adelaide has a thing for Oscar?”

“Better! Yes, I have! And I must confess, I’m personally all for it. She’s a good girl. If Oscar likes her too, hey, they have my blessing.”

“Well, I guess I’ll speak to the boy concerning it, then. Just in case he may or may not have noticed.”


“Mmmm, Adelaide? Well… sure, she and I are cool,” Oscar said, shrugging as he straightened himself in the sofa. The family was home now.

“But you don’t feel any… special vibe between you two? Or at least from her end?” Daniel asked.

Oscar shook his head. “Nahhh. We’re not tight like that, so I definitely don’t feel any kind of vibe. Much less a special one.”

“Oh well, just your old man being inquisitive. I was just asking. And don’t worry, I’m not trying to put any ideas in your head or force anyone on you.”

“Oh, no worries, Daddy. I know.”

“Good, good. Just don’t hesitate to talk to me when any of those issues come up. You know you don’t have dinosaurs as parents, right?”

Oscar burst into laughter. “Oh, Daddy!”

Daniel grinned. “Abi it’s the dinosaurs who are so old-fashioned, they don’t want to hear about anything pertaining to sex and relationships till you’re about 30. You know your mother and I could never be like that.”

“Oh yeah. For very obvious reasons. No worries, Daddy. I will when it’s time.”

Indeed, when it’s time. As for Adelaide, she’s cool, but nah. There’s only one girl my heart beats for, and it’s Barbara all the way!


“Neighbourhood what?” Kwame asked in surprise, looking at his little cousin.

“Neighbourhood hot cake,” Anasah answered. “The way most of the boys in this neighbourhood are chasing her.”

They were walking back from a shop in the neighbourhood having bought a can of starch spray for Daniel, when they noticed a Range Rover parked nearby, and a familiar figure stepped out and waved to the driver before walking off.


Upon seeing her, the 10 year old had exclaimed, “Eish, the neighbourhood hot cake!”

An interesting revelation.

“I see. She’s that wanted around here?”

“Most wanted girl here. I hear a lot. I know a lot of the boys who have been making moves on her. Chief Tay, that’s the one with the Range, Viper, White Tiger…”

Kwame looked at his cousin in bewilderment. “Viper? White Tiger? What kinda nicknames are those? She’s got wild animals chasing her?”

Giggling, Anasah shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know their real names. All I know is that, and how they’ve meant her. Buying things for her and the like. And from what I see, she likes the treatment, so I wonder who will win.”

Kwame nodded. Is this why I felt aloof about her? Because she has many guys competing for her heart? Does Oscar know about this?…… Can’t be too sure. Maybe… maybe not…

“And you know,” Anasah continued, lowering his voice, with a bit of a mischievous look in his eyes, “I know another guy who is chasing her. Someone we know very well. He thinks nobody at home knows. But I do.”

Well! This youngster really knows stuff around here!


“YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!” Diamond and Serwaah jumped up and down in the latter’s room, excited at having perfectly executed their own video of the dance moves at a recent fashion show which had gone viral. Having used the whole weekend, including Friday evening, to polish up on their moves, they were delighted to see their numerous practice sessions pay off with a flawless video of them doing the shaku shaku.

“Perfect job, Serwaah! If we upload this, it’s going viral, I tell you!” Diamond said delightedly, triumphant fist in the air.

“I know, I know!! Thanks to you! Best video director in the world!” Serwaah replied, still hopping excitedly in front of her big sister.

“Thank youuuu!” Diamond said, cupping her little sister’s cheeks in her palms. “And you’re the best 10 year old dancer I know. I love you too much, my darling. Kisses!”

The two blew a flurry of air kisses at each other.

“OK now, can you go and get me the bottle of sobolo I bought yesterday?”

“OK, I’m coming.” She ran out the door.

As Diamond laid back on her bed, her phone rang.

Looking at the number, it was unfamiliar, and had no Truecaller name. she frowned, wondering whether it was a wrong number or one of those Mobile Money scammers. She shrugged, however, and decided to answer. She pressed the answer button. “Hello?”

Silence on the other side.

“Uh, hello?”

Then she heard a scoff on the other end.

“Stupid girl.”

She was taken aback. Who the hell would start a phone call that way?

“Excuse me?”

“Idiot. You thought you could disgrace me and get away with it. You are mad. Sick in the head. Cheap trash. I sure sey your ass sef no be genuine. Botox things nkwaa.”

Then it clicked. It was the Desert Eagle guy!

She shook her head in disbelief. What kind of childish buffoon was this?

“Oh my God. Are you that immature? To call me and just rain all sorts of abuse on me just because I have a choice as to who I like and who I don’t like?”

“Get away! You’re a foolish girl. You no get sense. You fool pass. Imbecile!”

She immediately ended the call, already pissed off. She had encountered a couple of guys who took her rejection hard, but this was a whole new level of stupidity. “Goodness, imagine if I had said yes to him. Would’ve been one of the biggest errors of my life,” she said to herself.

The phone rang again. Same number.

She looked at the screen incredulously. What the hell does he want?!

She grabbed the phone, pressed the answer button again and spewed, “Listen, you immature little boy. Grow the hell up and learn to respect the opinions of women for once in your life. And if you have nothing better to say to me, stop calling me!”

She cut the call and tossed the phone back on the bed.

The phone started ringing again.

Diamond threw her hands up in frustration. “Oh my God, what is wrong with this guy?” This time, she pressed the reject button.

Unbelievably, he called yet again.

“Will you just leave me alone?” she shrieked, chucking the phone off the bed and throwing it at her open wardrobe.

“Dee, what’s wrong?”

She turned to see Serwaah looking at her, holding the bottle of sobolo in her hand.

She shook her head. “No, no, no. nothing’s wrong, baby, I just… had a bit of an issue with the editing. Those ad things.”

Serwaah nodded, although she looked slightly unconvinced. “Okay.”

Don’t stress yourself out, Dee. It’s just one infantile fool showing how much of a baby he is. Don’t sweat it, he’ll stop eventually. “Yeah, don’t worry. Just get my phone for me. Let me get back to editing and we’ll see what goes on from there.”

As Serwaah obediently walked to the wardrobe to retrieve the phone, one major question popped into Diamond’s mind.

Who the hell gave him my number?

Well, who did give him her number? And what kinda immature attitude is that? Sigh. And this Oscar-Barbara thing, is there hope? Well, I guess we just live to see another Friday, right?

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP3 – Office Sessions & Vengeance

Another Friday, another #MTD episode! So we’ve had 2 encounters with the lil Dolphyne tribe. Time to go deeper and discover warris gonna be happening in the next couple of weeks. In the meantime, can I give a couple of shout-outs? Special shout-outs to Aseye (Adzo baby!😘😘), Edwina (my only golden lady💛💛) and Yvonne (one of my favourite foreheads😍😍), who celebrated their birthdays this week. Some of my beloved No. 9 gehs, hehe. And a special one to all my people that wrote the Law School Entrance Examination. Y’all did your part, God will definitely give you the victory!!

OK, I’m done with that. Let’s get into the story now…

“Look at her. Inhale fineness for the where?” Toby said scornfully, looking at his phone as he viewed his big sister’s status. “As for Diamond and her bathroom selfies…”

“She likes those things too much. If I wasn’t driving, like she’ll tell her something,” Oscar added, a grin of mischief on his face as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Don’t worry. I’m giving it to her right now.”

Kwame, sitting at the back of the car, shook his head in amusement. “You guys don’t like being nice to your sister, do you?”

“Nah, too boring,” the brothers said in unison.

Kwame stifled his laughter.

It was a lovely Monday morning, and the boys, being free, decided to take Kwame out to see the few malls in town. For starters, they were heading to the Palm Squares. Someway somehow, that was their favourite mall. Something neither their parents nor Diamond really understood, but they weren’t bothered.

As the traffic light turned green and Oscar stepped on the accelerator, Toby mischievously read out the response he was sending to Diamond. “Forehead reflecting the lights too much. Punctuated with a couple of emotionless face emojis!”

Kwame shook his head again. “You guys won’t leave Dee’s forehead alone anytime soon, will you?”

“In this season where girls with big foreheads are a target? No please,” Oscar replied. “Like we said, it’s too boring being nice to her. The twins will do that. She gushes over them 25/8, anyways.”

“Yeah. Our ‘Red Dress’ twins,” Toby added with a smirk on his face.

“Red Dress?” Kwame asked.

“Oh yeah,” Toby responded, turning to give him a mischievous grin. “The Red Dress twins.”

“I’m confused.”

“Haha. Well, legend has it that one night, Daddy and Ma had a little date night, and Ma showed up in this absolutely stunning red dress…”

Toby was cut short as the engine stopped, and the Toyota Yaris ceased movement in front of the Palace Mall, just as Oscar was turning in. The manual car it was, he had misjudged the half-clutch after slowing down, and the engine had stalled.

“Aargh! Little error in judgment, guys. Hold on,” Oscar grunted. He quickly switched on the hazard lights and put his hand out the window to apologize for the sudden stop as he readied himself to start up the engine.

The white Mercedes C250 behind them however, was not exactly sympathetic.

Oscar was startled and confused as the driver in the car beeped its horn relentlessly, showing a ridiculous level of impatience.

“Ah, but what’s wrong with the person? Can’t they see the hazard lights are on?” Toby said, surprised by the show of unreasonableness behind them.

“I don’t know!” Oscar responded, clearly disoriented by the incessant honking, unable to start the car.

Toby rolled down his window and put out his hand to indicate that the car couldn’t move and the driver could pass by, while Kwame turned to look at who it was that was acting so petty. He noticed a young lady behind the wheel, looking rather incensed.

“Oh, but can’t she just pass by without all this unnecessary noise?” Kwame asked, unamused by her actions.

Suddenly, she turned to the left and moved to the side of their car, windows rolled down.

“You stupid idiots! Do you think the road is your grandfather’s property that can be wasting my time? Fools!” she shrieked furiously at them before speeding off. From the looks of it, she was so impatient, she blatantly crossed the red light ahead, almost knocking down one of the hawkers around that area.

The guys were stunned, to say the least. Oscar managed to start up the engine, and moved on, shaking his head. “Some people in this country really don’t have sense.”

“Seriously. For goodness sake, the hazard lights were on. That should have given her a hint,” Kwame added, clearly disgusted by what had just happened. “Gracious. She could have just passed by us, without all this.”

“Hmm. Mad people on this road all around, chale,” Toby said. “She jumped the red light too. Very lucky there’s no policeman around. Else she’d be in trouble.”

“The hawkers aren’t amused at all,” Oscar said as they turned in to the entrance of the mall. “Look at the plantain chips seller in the PSG jersey. I think she almost ran him over. Saw him giving her the middle one. Even if you’re in a hurry, is it worth knocking someone over? Hoh!”

“Just look at that. Well, forget about her. No need for one deranged witch to spoil our day,” Kwame said as Oscar found a parking spot. Briefly checking his WhatsApp status, he noticed the status Diamond put up. First, the selfie that the guys were trolling her over, which was undoubtedly beautiful. Then a new one: Is there any place where exchange of siblings is allowed? I need new brothers 😑😑

The memory of the rude lady already taking a backseat, he grinned and announced, “Guys! Check your WhatsApp. Shots have officially been fired!”


Aniyah walked into the car park of the Voltage Office, a dark expression on her face. Damn it, this day couldn’t have been more annoying, she thought to herself as she walked up the steps to the main building. If that silly girl is there and she gives me any attitude, I’m ripping her eyeballs out.

If any day had seemingly decided to leave her super irritated and touchy, it was that day. From the moment she had woken up, it was as if the universe had taken a decision to ensure her plans for the day would be frustrated. Delays upon delays, from her trip to the bank to actually getting her business at the bank done. The impatient personality she was, she hadn’t held back in letting loose upon those who were assisting the universe in being such a jerk to her. From the idiots in that cheap Toyota Yaris to that silly plantain chips seller to the pathetic teller keeping her waiting for almost 15 minutes… nobody was free from the wrath of Aniyah Johnson when it flared up.

“Oh, thank goodness most of the workers aren’t around, especially that annoying secretary,” she said to herself as she made her way to the main man’s room. Most of the workers were out on break, and the secretary in question had gone to the washroom. She had already taken notice of Aniyah’s two visits to the office and often gave her this subtle look of disapproval, letting her know she was not convinced by the assertions of her boss that she was just another client.

Knocking on the door of the particular office she was headed to, she heard a gruff voice say loudly, “Come in.” She entered to find him sitting in his chair, looking pensive and thoughtful.

Dropping her bag and sunglasses on the chair nearby, she let out a big sigh and began. “Oh, Jesus Christ of Jamaica, Manny, you won’t believe how infuriating the day has been! Almost as if Mother Earth decided she’s going to be an absolute bitch to me today. Stupid drivers on the road, those low-life sellers on the street… honestly, Manny, if you guys get back into power, you so need to get those pieces of trash off the road and dump them in some camps far away from civilization. Ugh!”

Looking at her, he shook his head in amusement. “Not if, Aniyah. When we get back into power. Because we most surely will. And anyways, sorry about that. At least, you’re here. That’s what matters.”

“Oh yeah. At least Mother Earth couldn’t stop me from giving you lunch,” she said flirtatiously, moving in front of him to give him a full view of the body he had been lustfully daydreaming about since he left the house that morning.

His eyes already keenly focused on her, moving from her tight high waist jeans to her flowery blouse that made no attempt to cover her cleavage, he nodded, clearly excited by what he saw. “Was Rosa there?”

“That silly secretary of yours? Nope.”

“Good.” He sprung up and walked to the door, locking it. Then he moved to the windows and closed the blinds. Aniyah simply took off her heels and sat on his desk, smirking as she watched him ensure what was going to happen was as clandestine as possible. She unbuttoned her blouse as well.

Crossing her legs, she seductively called out, “Come get your bone, you hungry German shepherd!”

Closing the last blinds and nodding in satisfaction at the darkness of the room, he turned to see her comfortably seated and waiting for him. He stormed over to the table, testosterone levels at their zenith.

“You have no idea how hungry I am for those fruits of yours!”

Her brief giggles were silenced as he ravenously went straight for her lips for a couple of seconds before taking her blouse off and tossing it elsewhere as he proceeded to pull her jeans off.

Just another day of steamy, illicit passion between Emmanuel Adamtey and Aniyah Johnson.


Desert Eagle sat alone at his table at the waakye seller’s joint, silently observing Diamond and her friend as they came from the opposite direction, carrying their lunch for the day.

Barely paying attention to the food in front of him, his eyes narrowed as he observed her happily chatting with her colleague.

It had been a few days since that last rejection, and he was still livid.

As to what gave her the audacity to constantly say no to him, he had no idea, but what was certain in his mind was that it was totally unacceptable. Girls rarely said no to him, and even when they did, it was only a matter of time until they changed their minds and gave him carte blanche to do as he pleased with them.

And none of them had ever spoken to him as harshly as she did, as far as his memory could recollect. That outburst of hers had really delivered a nasty blow to his ego. How dare she talk to me like that? Such disrespect!

He might have given her a rainstorm of acrimony after she said that. But in reality, that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was not going to let her off the hook that easily. No way.

“Stupid girl,” he muttered to himself as she and her colleague went through the gate to their workplace. “Behaving as if your body is made out of gold. Nonsense! As if you be the only one you get curves like that. Bloody fool. Abi I say you go see your morda for here. For real, chale. Nobody trashes Desert Eagle like that. You figure sey you fit toy around plus gun, wey you no go hurt? She go see paa.”

He briefly paused to take a spoonful or two of the food, which was starting to become a hub for flies. Waving his hand to ensure those hovering around would stay far away from the still-quite-full plate, he nodded, an evil smirk on his face.

He had a plan.

“No two ways about it. By the time I’m through with that girl eh, she’ll regret ever letting it cross her mind to bounce me. She go regret to the extent sey she fit consider suicide. Mark it on the wall.”

Well, this is some level of salty and petty. What the heck is he up to? And that brash politician too doesn’t seem to respect himself that much to be doing tins in his office. Ah well, we wait to see what happens…

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP2 – I Just Can’t Let Go

Welcome back! Another Friday arrives, and that just means the story of the Dolphyne tribe continues. Last week, we got to see most of the family, and the lil issues the first 2 children currently have. I know most of y’all are really interested in what’s gonna happen with Diamond and Oscar. Well, we shall cross those rivers in due time. But let’s get into today’s episode!

And if per chance, you dunno woiz going on here (looool), just go here first, then return.

“Mr. Adamtey, please, would you withdraw the use of that word?”

“What word?”

“The word you used to describe the argument Mr. Ohene Asante just put across. It’s inappropriate for our viewers, so please withdraw it.”

“I should withdraw the word ‘useless’? For what reason? Isn’t it a useless and brainless argument he’s putting across?”

“Mr. Adamtey, please, we’re live on air…”

“And so what? As for me, I’m the bad guy, so even when I use these simple words, you are there telling me that I’m using offensive words. Yet, all those small boy communicators that think they know everything when they only have some useless A4 sheet called a Bachelor’s Degree will come and be as abusive as possible, and you’ll sit there and claim it’s their opinion. My friend, don’t come and annoy me this evening!”

“Mr. Adamtey! Mr. Adamtey…”

“Massa, don’t ‘Mr. Adamtey’ me. You these media houses, you already have your favourites, so when we are telling the people the truth, you want to mute us and promote their rubbish propaganda. Don’t irritate me!”

“Oyiwa! Bra Asumah, you see what his party faithful are made up of? No wonder things went so bad for this country during their time in office. Blatant arrogance on display! Right in front of the discerning public.”

“Hey, look here! You better watch who you’re talking to. If you don’t take care, I’ll beat you up so bad, that your cheap girlfriend that doesn’t know the difference between expensive perfume and mosquito spray won’t recognize you…”

“Herh, how dare you bring my girlfriend into the issue! Who the hell do you think you are?”


As the discussion, now turning into a heated fight, was quickly taken off air, Oscar stared at the screen, mouth wide open. “Wow. From 0 to a 100 so quickly.”

Daniel shook his head, gesturing at the screen as he looked at his son. “You see your mother’s best friend?”

Larissa, who had cuddled next to him, gave him a side eye. “Gentleman, behave yourself.”

“Ei! I’d always heard that this man was a firebrand, but chale, this was intense,” Oscar said, still pretty amazed. “And that jab on his girlfriend. Herh! Out-of-this-world savagery!”

“That man is just downright nasty. Bullies everyone. Even when he’s speaking the truth, it’s difficult to accept it because of how he is,” Larissa said, now sitting up. “And it’s unfortunate, because that happens more often than not. But the insults and crude language is just a put-off. I mean, look at this. Why go so personal? Hoh! No wonder people are tired of politics. With stupid pieces of trash like him and that Ohene Asante guy, another very cheeky idiot, what do you expect? Fools galore in GH politics!”

“Easy, Lari,” Daniel pleaded. If there’s anything that got his wife riled up, it was the crude nature of the modern Ghanaian politician. “Easy. You, I beg, let me change the station.”

“Good. Before I get any more pissed.”

“My sugar mummy, relax,” Oscar said soothingly, a smirk on his face. “Think of happy things. Like Auntie Maggie’s sobolo. Or Ceres apple juice. Oh, and most of all, think of nkate-cake! We all know how much you love nkate-cake!”

Larissa gave him a side eye and smirked. “Fine, fine. I’m cool now. No fury.”

“Hey Daddy!”

Diamond walked into the living room, a cup of hot steaming Milo in her hand.

“Hello Diamond!”

“Hey rival!”

Wo tiri so rival!”

Diamond and Oscar burst into laughter.

If there was anything that could not be disputed, it was that Diamond, the 24 year old senior child of the house, simply adored her 10 year old twin siblings. Doting on them almost everyday, she practically went to the extent of calling them her babies, and turned it into a running gag in the Dolphyne household, taunting her mother that she was looking to steal her place as their mother. Larissa knew better than to take her seriously, and always dismissed her gags. Which, of course, encouraged Diamond to continue.

“By the way, Dee, are Anasah and Serwaah asleep? They stayed up a little too late last night. I don’t like them being awake past 10 o’ clock during weekdays.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Ma. My babies are already in bed. They were asleep by 9:45.”

“Oh, OK. That’s about an hour ago. Good, good.”

Diamond frowned. Definitely not the reaction she was looking for.

“Oh yeah, and for the avoidance of doubt, I’m pretending you didn’t use that pronoun and emphasize it on top just to annoy me. I refuse to be moved,” Larissa added, without even looking at her.

Diamond laughed again. Just what she wanted: a reaction from her mother.

“Ma, it’s not her fault. These days, they’ve been hyping girls with big foreheads, so she’s started feeling big bi aama,” Oscar slyly said, prompting a dirty look from Diamond.

“Herh, young man, you can’t be attacking her like that,” Larissa shot at him. “What do you mean? That’s my first baby you’re talking about. My mini me.”

Oscar looked at his mother blankly. Not for the first time, though. He always did that when he teased Diamond and she came to her defence, and it was usually right after she had been taunted by her daughter.

“Awwwwwwww!” Diamond gushed. Putting down her cup, she made a mocking face at Oscar before rushing to Larissa’s side, saying, “my twinnieeeeeeeee!”

“My loooveeeeee!” Larissa responded, stretching out her arms for a hug. “Kisses!!”

With Diamond comfortably in her mother’s arms, they blew a flurry of air kisses at each other.

“Why you so fine, ma?” Larissa asked sassily.

“Coz I got a fine ma!” Diamond responded with as much sass.

Oscar looked at his father. The two of them shook their heads and muffled their laughter.


“So how’s it going so far?”

“Oh, I’m settling in quite well. The family has been nice so far. Uncle Danny and Auntie Larissa might be busy, but they’re definitely doing their best to make me feel at home.”

“Good, good.”

Clayton Benson, born of a Canadian man and a Ghanaian mother, was undoubtedly a successful man. A lover of all things related to aviation, he had utilized the investments his father had made for him since his childhood and founded his own airline, which he named Bersson Air. There was no particular reason for the name; he just thought it sounded cool.

Having lost his wife to a mysterious case of food poisoning a decade and a half earlier when Kwame, their only child, was thirteen years old, he and his son had formed a strong bond as he made the choice to stay single and raise his son while chasing his lifelong dream. Bersson Air had been in operation for the past five years, and it was nothing short of satisfying to see his passion flourishing.

“How are your cousins adjusting to you?”

“Oh, so far so good on that count too. Of course, there’s not too much I can talk about with the twins. But the others are cool. Oscar is very nice. Very, very nice. And so is Toby, although we’re yet to have a real conversation. For Diamond, she’s busy with work, so we haven’t really had much time to bond. But she seems free too. She mentioned something about taking us to some local restaurant this weekend. Saying that now I’m here, I should get used to the food here. No more burger and chips alone!”

Clayton laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s very necessary. Time to re-acquaint yourself with the real taste of GH food.”

“Sure! Finally tried out GH waakye this afternoon. Definitely superior to what they sell at Madam Denise’s shop.”

“Of course. Of course. Denise does her best, but what the vintage Amelia will prepare always will be superior. Anyways, things are getting better with the airline. Just purchased a new Airbus A310-300. So things are moving along nicely.”

“Sweet!! Any progress on getting a hub in Abu Dhabi?”

“Still working on it.”

“Great!! We’re getting there. Mama is proud of you, I know.”

“I know, son. And we’ll continue to make her proud. Well, I have to get ready for a quick meeting with my lawyer. You’re getting ready for bed, right?”

“Yeah. It’s 10:44 over here. 7 hour difference.”

“Alright, then. I’ll speak to your uncle and auntie later. Good night, sonny.”

“Good night, Dad.”

As he hung up, there was a knock on his door.


As Toby took his seat on his cousin’s bed, he felt nervous, having last-minute doubts about whether it was a good idea to let this secret be revealed. As Kwame sat up, he decided to push those doubts away. It’s best I get this off my chest.

“Yeah, so I know we haven’t spoken much since you arrived, but, I kinda feel like sharing this with someone I deem trustworthy. And I can’t help but feel like you are. Not that my fam isn’t, but… you know, sometimes the confidentiality thing…”

Kwame nodded. “I get what you mean.”

“Thanks, man. Ummm… so… it’s about this girl…”

Kwame nodded, the look on his face conveying an expectancy that it had to do with relationships.

“…this girl I met in school during the exam period. A Naija girl.”

“Oooh, Nigerian chic! Interesting. Go on.”

“Hehehe, yeah. Well, she’s so gorgeous. I didn’t really get to talk to her during the exams. It was afterwards that I met her briefly and tried to talk to her. Her name is Nnenna. Sweet lady. Since it was an introduction thingy, I didn’t seek to get her number. My issue is… Kwame, I can’t get her out of my mind. I’ve never felt so strongly about any girl before.”

“Mmmm, interesting. The feeling is deep?”

“Extremely! And I know I wanna make her mine. I just have to. That feeling that tells you not to let a good thing slip away? That’s what I’m feeling. But… I just wonder if I have a chance. Because, good Lord, baby girl got sauce! And I know she’s back in Nigeria by now, and chale, the boys there… it just looks like the odds aren’t in my favour, especially considering we don’t have each other’s contact. But that fire within, chale. I just can’t let her go. So I wanted some advice on it.”

Kwame adjusted his position on the bed, his brow furrowed as he seemed deep in thought. After a couple of seconds, he started, “Well… I really don’t know… you want to know my thoughts?”

Toby nodded.

“Well, to be brutally honest, at face value, this seems like serious infatuation to me. I mean, she must be super hot for you to be so enthralled by her. Because when it comes to the sons of Mr. Daniel Dolphyne, you guys must have high standards.”

The two laughed. “The love for women like our mother is deep. Must be a bloodline distin,” Toby joked.

“No jokes. Anyway, back to the issue. Personally, it sounds like physical attraction to me. But… I’ve honestly heard of stories like these where the guy sees a girl and is smitten on sight, and after a while actually gets the girl. Crazy sets of circumstances. I don’t know if this situation will be similar. But… all I can say is, don’t dive all in for now.”

Toby sat silently, listening to him. The look on his face expressed a bit of discontent.

“I know your feelings must be telling you a different story, saying you must go all out. But that’s not a good idea. You may end up burned real bad. Just take your time and think through this logically. I hate to be a wet blanket, but I personally think it might be just a crush. But you never know. Just take it easy for now. When are you supposed to go back to school?”


“Alright, so there are a few months in between. Just let the feelings settle down. Let time take its course.”

Toby nodded, getting ready to leave. “Alright, then. Thanks a lot. I feel a lot better being able to open up.”

“No problem. Thanks for considering me trustworthy enough. Promise I won’t tell anybody else.”

Toby cracked a smile and gave him a thumbs up. “Highly appreciated.”

As he closed the door behind him, he closed his eyes and began to rationalize to himself.

Look, at least he said there’s still a possibility. Even though he thinks it’s not gonna amount to much. There’s still a chance. I just can’t let go of Nnenna so easily. I just can’t. I can feel it in my bones; she’s the queen I’m meant to be with. That girl is the one!

Well, this third Dolphyne child has quite an interesting issue on his hands. Wonder how that’s going to pan out. And yeah, the foundation’s being laid. Things should get interesting in the next couple of weeks. Let’s see what the next Friday brings!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes EP1 – Welcome To The Tribe

It’s been a long time coming, this series! And it’s finally here! Take a seat, or whatever, and get prepared to delve into the lives of this humble little family… wait, sorry, they’re not a little family, actually. You’ll see what I mean. Get prepared to fall in love with some of the characters, be indifferent to some, and absolutely despise some! Let’s waste no further time and get into it!

A bright and lovely Thursday morning. Kwame Benson’s third morning in Ghana after being away for years in Canada.

As the time read 7:15, he was seated at the dining table of the Dolphyne, busily eating with his little twin cousins. The youngsters, dressed in their school uniforms, were done with their bowls which had once been filled with oats, and were swinging their feet, waiting for the call so they could set off for school.

“Good morning, Kwame! How are you doing this morning?”

Kwame looked up from his bowl to smile in response to the greeter.

Mrs. Larissa Dolphyne. The lady of the Dolphyne tribe. Daniel Dolphyne’s evergreen wife. Mother of the twins and three older children. No doubt about it, there was an aura of grace that just seemed to follow her all round. Whenever she walked into a room, nobody needed to be told that a queen had entered. A queen that silently commanded respect and admiration from all and sundry.

“I’m fine, Auntie. Just having my breakfast at the moment,” he replied.

“Good, good. Still adjusting to the time zone change?”

“Yeah, I guess. I should be fine by the end of the week, though.”

“Yeah, of course, you’ll be fine. You’ll soon get used to things here. The weather and all,” she said, nodding at him. She then turned to the youngsters at the table, reminding them to check if they had packed all their books for the day.

Kwame briefly stole glances at her, then blinked and shook his head and smiled to himself. Larissa was his auntie alright, but it was near impossible to ignore what a devastating work of art she was. For a woman in her mid-40s, a mother of five, everything about her on a physical front was almost perfect, and since his arrival, he couldn’t help but marvel at her astounding beauty.

Her magnificence went beyond her looks. Being a lawyer of high repute, she was one with a brilliant mind and an enviable track record. A Senior Legal Officer at a big firm in the capital, she was a well-respected professional.

“Alright then, Kwame, I have to get to work. See you in the evening,” she said as she finished with the kids, waving to him as she walked out of the dining room and out the living room onto the balcony, where Daniel was seated.

A few seconds later, he heard the two…

“You ready, babe?”

“Yeah, I got the message. So I’ll head to Mr. Adedeme’s office.”

“Oh boy, you’re probably gonna meet that Adamtey guy. Lord knows I can’t stand him.”

“I know right! Such a brash human being. I wonder how radio stations keep calling him up when he rips into their presenters so unapologetically.”

“Hmm.. Oh well… hehe… mmm… come here, you…”

Those last sounds widened the grin on Kwame’s face. He could guess what was going on.

A shy giggle from Larissa followed. I knew it! he thought.

“Oh, Danny! Stop! The kids are still around, you know.”

“Hehe, you know we’ve always been able to work our way around that.”

More giggles. “Honey, not today. The last time I gave in to you in the morning like this, I nearly got into a whole lot of trouble for being super late.”

“Oh yeahhhh. That’s true. My bad, love. It’s unfortunate you can’t resist my charm that well.”

A gentle laugh followed. “Next time, shift your leave period to the legal vacation period, so we don’t have to be held back by these distins.”

“Yes, ma’am! OK, Lari, stay safe. I’m just gonna get Anasah and Serwaah off to school. Call me after…”

Whatever made him stop in mid-sentence, Kwame had no idea. But a subsequent sly giggle from Larissa, followed by, “I’ll see you later, Handsome,” was all he needed to guess what was going on.

And then, he heard Daniel say to himself, “Damn, I really love it when she teases me that way.”

He hadn’t been around for too long, but already one thing was clear about his uncle and auntie.

For a couple that had been married for almost a quarter of a century, they still flirted with each other like university students in a fresh relationship.


“Oh yeah, we’re used to it,” said Oscar, the second born of the Dolphyne children, shrugging his shoulders in amusement as he and Kwame walked through the neighbourhood. “For as long as I can remember, they’ve been like that. Daddy has always said the thought of being with another woman is utterly ridiculous to him, because he’s got the ultimate gift in Ma. It’s great to have parents that are still so crazy about each other after all these years. Just that…” he smirked as he trailed off.

Kwame smirked. “I haven’t been here for too long, but I have a fair idea what you mean.”

Oscar laughed. “They try their best to hide from us. Sometimes, they’re successful. Or most of the time. Just a few times do we accidentally chance upon them. Kinda awkward. But hey, I’d rather walk in on them passionately making out than walk in on them screaming and fighting. A thousand times over.”

“Haha, yeah. Most definitely.”

Oscar, a third year student of one of the nation’s major universities, was on vacation, and as such, had a lot of time on his hands to bond with his cousin. Telling him briefly about his petroleum engineering course, he listened with keen interest as Kwame spoke about his passion for all things related to aviation.

Of course, being the son of the multi-millionaire, Clayton Benson, who had his own airlines, Bersson Air, it seemed rather obvious that matters relating to planes and travelling would be a passion of his.

Nodding as Kwame made mention of Boeings and Airbuses, he noticed a familiar figure on the other side of the road. A figure that got him excited.

“Kwame, I beg, hold that part for a second,” he pleaded before calling out, “Barbara!”

The figure turned.

Almost too excitedly, Oscar grabbed Kwame’s hand, saying, “Let’s briefly see her. It’ll take just a minute!”

Moving over to the other side to meet the girl with a little smile on her face, Oscar, face beaming, said, “What’s up with you, girl?”

Looking slightly amused by the excess enthusiasm on display, she responded shyly, “Nothing much oo. You?”

“I’m doing good by God’s grace. Just relaxing after the stressful sem and all. Oh, by the way, this is my cousin, Kwame. Came from Canada a few days ago.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Hello, Kwame, and welcome back to Ghana,” she replied, stretching out her hand. Kwame reached out and shook it, giving her a friendly smile. “Thanks a lot, Miss Barbara. Nice to meet you.”

As Barbara nodded, Oscar asked, “Umm, Kwame, can I briefly speak to her in private?”


Standing by, observing his cousin as he spoke in hushed undertones to Barbara, Kwame clearly didn’t need to have the brain of Albert Einstein to know that the boy was in love. His excitement at seeing her, the mannerisms as he spoke to her… too many giveaways. When a boy is in love, he thought to himself in amusement.

As he began to observe Barbara, however, he began to have a funny feeling.

Sure, she had a cute smile, which was on her face the whole time Oscar spoke. She seemed to like it when Oscar touched her chin at a point. She laughed when he make a brief joke, or so it seemed, since Kwame didn’t hear whatever it was that was said. Yet, something felt aloof. Amiss.

Almost as if there was something about her that wasn’t genuine.

Weird. Why am I feeling this way…

“Alright, I’ll call you later, then. Bye, Barbie!” Oscar said, hugging her as he waved at Kwame to indicate his little convo with Barbara was over. She waved at Kwame, then walked away.

“What do you think? Fine girl, isn’t she? That’s the one my heart desires,” Oscar murmured to him.

Very obvious.


“Why, is something wrong?”

Yeah. There is. For some reason, I just feel there’s something amiss… or am I just paranoid? This is my first time encountering her, anyways. Maybe I’m just being pre-judgmental…

Kwame shook his head. “Sorry, man. I was trying to recollect where I left off before we saw her. But yeah, she’s a lovely girl. Cutest smile I’ve seen in the past three days. You’re definitely your father’s son. Got a good eye for good things.”


“Oh Lord, finally!”

Diamond fell into her seat, sighing with relief. The past two hours had been grueling, with her needing to fill out vehicle details for one of the company’s biggest clients. It had been pretty intense, with her bosses putting her and her colleague under a lot of pressure. A transfer of pressure, since the management at the top were applying the fire to them. But she was finally done with the completion of details. For a National Service worker, she was really doing a lot.

“Chale, girls abrɛ,” her colleague, Naa Shormeh, said as she began to pack.

“Serious oo. This pressure alone entitles me to a sweet bubble bath and a good massage. Ei! Ohh, girls abrɛ tooooo much.”

“Who will give you the massage? Toby or Anasah?” Naa Shormeh asked teasingly.

“Oh, Anas of course. Anas is my darling. Sweetest darling in the world. Toby diɛɛ, if he doesn’t give me that up-and-down look at least three times, then I have to be extremely worried, coz that won’t be my brother.”

“Hahahaha! Ah well, at least the day is over. Time for me to get the hell out of here and find my way to choir rehearsal.”

“Sure thing, baby girl. See you tomorrow,” Diamond said as Naa Shormeh walked away.

“Tomorrow, Dee.”

A couple of minutes later, having felt that she had released a bit of tension, she grabbed her bag and exited the office.

As she made her way out of the gate and onto the path to the bus stop, she groaned out loud as she noted the growing number of people gathering there. Checking her watch, she looked up to the sky in frustration.

“Ugh! 5:15! The last time I got there at this time, I was there for close to twenty minutes, and even when I got a trotro, the elbowing I had to do to get in. Arrrghh!”

“Hey baby!”

She froze upon hearing those words. Then, as her brain began to register the familiarity of the voice, she closed her eyes. Oh, God, things just went from bad to worse.

The first child of Daniel and Larissa, Diamond Dolphyne, being an almost splitting image of her mother, certainly wasn’t the kind of young lady most guys would fail to take a second look at. Of course, this brought about a lot of attention from guys. A lot of whom she didn’t like.

And the guy behind that voice, Ayembi, apparently also known as Desert Eagle, was one of them.

After encountering him at one of the eating spots she and her colleagues frequented during lunch hours, it was evident he was out to win her over. Only problem was, Diamond could tell a real one from a thirsty one, and everything about him showed that he was one of those thirsty types whose direction was easily determined by his erection. The way his gaze constantly landed on her bust, coupled with her once overhearing him tell a friend how badly he wanted a feel of her ‘juicy curves’, was enough to convince her that her instincts were on point. So she had said no when he made his intentions known. But he wasn’t ready to accept that answer, much to her chagrin.

And as he appeared in front of her, a sly grin on his face, she knew he was nowhere near ready to relent.

She sighed. “Mr. Ayembi, please, I-“

“Oh, come on, babe. Call me Desert Eagle. You know I don’t joke with my nicky,” he said, punctuating that statement with a wink that sent uncomfortable chills down her spine. “So wassup with you, chale? You for make I feel you oo, anaa?”

She looked at him blankly. “Please speak English.”

He snickered. “OK, let’s try this again. What’s up with you, ma? You know I want you bad. Just quit the hard-to-get and let’s get it on like Marvin Gaye said. I don’t like long things.”

Oh, dear Lord, why can’t he just get it into his thick skull that I don’t like him? Diamond thought to herself. She shut her eyes again, took a deep breath and opened them, staring him in the eye.

“Listen, Mr. Desert Eagle. I appreciate your compliments and all. Thank you for telling me how beautiful I am since day one. I truly am grateful for the nice words. But please, I’ve said it from the first time you made your intentions known, and nothing has changed. I am not interested in being your girlfriend. I am not playing hard-to-get, I just don’t wanna date you. If you wanna be my friend, that’s fine, I have no problem with that. But please, no means no. I am not interested!”


He smirked, shaking his head. “Girls. They know what they want, but will always play coy. You know you want me…”

Irritated at this point, she snapped, “Listen, Mr. Man, I’ve had enough of this. No means no! Stop this! Just stop it! Ah, why?”

Stunned, the look on Ayembi’s face slowly changed to a scornful one. Clearly, this rejection had not gone down well at all.

“Hoh! Forget you mpo. Kwasia! Me wey you dey flex me like that? Ibi like you no get brain. See some nonsense. Ah! Me you dey rosh like that? Mtchewww. I swear, you go see your morda for here. Bomboclat girl!”

Having thrown a hissy fit at that statement, he walked off angrily, leaving her with a look of disgust on her face. She shook her head in amazement as he sauntered off furiously.

“Ugh, some of these males are so bloody entitled. Thinking they’re God’s gift to every woman and acting like the Bible commands us women to submit to every dumb command of theirs. Well, good riddance to such foul-smelling rubbish!” she said to herself, looking at the bus stop ahead, which still had quite a lot of people waiting for the next trotro to arrive. “Time to get another burden off my shoulder. I just hope I don’t have to elbow or be elbowed this time. Ugh, even more reasons for pampering myself this evening!”

Well, this is just the start of this journey. Bad vibes about love interests and immature idiots! Loool, let’s see just how this goes. Next week Friday, we get to know more!!

Long Journey

Long Journey 13 – Healing Begins Now

It all comes down to this. Time to discover how it finally ends…

It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning, the rays of the sun at their ultimate hottest. The major reason the air-conditioner in the Land Cruiser was on. As the vehicle, that had been on the road for about four hours, turned into the campus of St. Mary’s Boys, Evelyn leaned on Henry’s shoulder, now feeling tense.

“Henry?” she said softly.

“Yes, Eve?”

“I’m sorry again for the way I reacted the first time. Now that I think about it, I feel pretty nasty for…”

He shushed her gently. “Babe, it’s alright. It’s OK. And besides, you’re not a nasty person. You’ve been hurt. You’re not the bad person here, alright? You just need to deal with this so you can be free. So don’t stress yourself. Let’s do our best to get this over with. You deserve to be free for real. In any case, you’re doing it for Nana, considering how he talked you into this.”

She nodded. “I’m feeling very tense, though.”

He squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry. I’m here for you. You’ll be fine.”


The two entered the house.

Everyone was seated. The Yeboah couple, Nana Opoku… and Chris. Who was mainly called Paa Yaw in this household. All faces were solemn.

They took their seats.

Alfred stood up, and after taking a deep breath, began. “Well, first of all, I’d like to thank you all for making it here. I know it wasn’t an easy decision to come to. I know years of intense pain and grief are behind this, and I didn’t expect this to be a quick-fix thing. But if we can at least start from here, it will go a long way to help… sooo, I guess I’ll just leave the rest of the talking to Paa Yaw, since he has a lot to say.”

He took his seat.

Paa Yaw nodded silently, then arose and moved to the middle of the living room. Head slightly bowed, he also took a deep breath, then looked up at the rest of the seated folks, and started his speech.

“Good afternoon, everyone. I’m glad you’re all here, and I’m thankful that we could get this done. These past few days, I’ve looked back on my life and I realize what a fool I’ve been. From a young age, I chose the wrong crowd to move with and had my morals corrupted. I became the type of guy that thought life is only about having fun, and of course, sex was part of it. Somehow, that mindset refused to let go, and even in my 40s, getting into the next girl’s pants was my major aim.

“Evelyn, I look back, and there’s no doubt about it. I only saw a toy that I could have fun with and move away from once I was done. Someway somehow, you were the only one I forgot to use protection with, and lo and behold, you got pregnant, and because I was all about my own interests, I disregarded you, and did whatever I could to escape having to deal with the consequences of my actions. That day I left Accra, I really wasn’t the least bit bothered about how much of an effect it would have on you that I suddenly ghosted on you. All I wanted was to be free to do whatever I wanted.

“The truth is, life took a downward turn after I left the capital. Even though I had the freedom I wanted and I still managed to sleep with all the girls I wanted, there was no stability. And instead of doing something about it, I just shrugged my shoulders and decided not to care. As long as I’d find a way of getting my body satisfied, I was cool.

A brief period of silence from him followed. Watching Henry squeeze her hand as she wiped her eyes, he swallowed hard and continued.

“I never listened to advice from anyone. It was just about me and my enjoyment. It even took me to extremes that I don’t want to mention here. Even when I arrived here, all I was seriously interested in was just continuing the same lifestyle that had gotten me nowhere. Sleeping around, getting drunk… hmm. It’s amazing how I seemed to never have any near-death experience until I got here. Nearly killed myself on excess alcohol. On an empty stomach. If it wasn’t for Nana… my son… I’d have been dead by now.”

At this rate, his voice started to shake. He took a break again to calm himself down. But when he continued, it was pretty obvious the emotions were taking hold.

“As I sat in the hospital that morning, all I could think about is how close I was to being an example of a useless life. How I cared about the useless things in life and would rather walk away from what mattered. What cut the most is that… Nana probably would’ve been justified in letting me die, because the first time we met, I was so unnecessarily nasty to him. Yet he still helped me.

Nana nodded in agreement as he said that. He sniffed.

“From that point, I started to recollect all the rubbish I had done. All the girls I had used for my personal satisfaction without regard to their feelings. I really wrecked a lot of hearts, to be honest. I just had sex with them and had no regard for them afterwards. But… the major one that kept hitting hard is Evelyn.

His eyes now fixed on her, two tears came out as he went down on both knees.

“Evelyn, I’ve been an absolute monster to you. I approached you, slid my way into you and took away your innocence, and I ripped your dignity and humanity to shreds with my attitude. If there’s anything that’s been chasing me these last sixteen years, it’s definitely what I did to you. Please, I beg you to forgive me. I’ve been a fool, a jerk, a scumbag. I should have been a man and accepted responsibility for my actions. I never should have tried to force you to abort Nana, and I never should have run away. Please, forgive me. You don’t need to have anything to do with me, but please, just forgive me for what I did…”

Words failed him as he fell to the floor, crying.

Evelyn, also quite teary-eyed, stood up and walked to him. Squatting, she patted him on the back, then indicated to Nana to come over.

Paa Yaw, still weeping, looked up to see her squatting, Nana joining her. He lifted himself up.

“Christopher Yaw Ennin Abbey,” she began. “It has not been easy. Ever since you left, I nearly went mad. I was crushed. Devastated. Confused. I just couldn’t understand how you’d do that to me. I was in love with you, and I found out the hard way that I was just your plaything. There’s been so much hate and contempt in me. At a point, I just wanted to consider you dead. Non-existent. The day I saw you on that verandah, memories just came rushing like crazy, and I’ve wanted nothing but the worst upon you. I won’t lie, I was ready to hurt you the next time I set my eyes on you, and all this forgiveness talk was actually infuriating, but… Nana said he wants to patch things up with his dad. And… I couldn’t fight that. As much as I wanted to. So, I guess I can start to let go of this flaming coal and begin the process of healing.”

Paa Yaw nodded, hands clasped together. “Anything to get this journey started, Evelyn.” Turning to Nana, he said wistfully, “Nana, I’m so sorry for not being the father I should have been. I’ve been such a failure, and when I think about the years I wasted, being a fool and just majoring in useless frivolities, I realized I would’ve been better off being close to the boy who bears my DNA. I want to make it up to you as much as I possibly can; become the father you needed in your younger years. Can I?”

Obviously taken in by the emotional mood, Nana nodded. “Yes. Let’s start this journey.”

Paa Yaw hugged him tightly, sobbing all over again. He hugged him back. Evelyn joined in the hug.

The other three stood up, expressions of relief very evident on their faces.

As father, mother and son rose up, Paa Yaw wiped his tears and said, “Thank you. Thank you all. I know it’s not a straightforward thing, but I’m glad we can begin this journey. I don’t care how long it is, I just want to be assured that my son and his mother can heal from my past mistakes.”

The Yeboahs were so relieved. As Araba went down on her knees and gave glory to God for what was clearly a successful meeting, Alfred stepped forward to meet the family and say something.

“All glory to God, Paa Yaw. Lord knows I’ve waited for the day you would finally get your act together. And with this meeting, I couldn’t be more convinced that it is so. My prayer for you all is that God helps you all as you embark on this long journey. That His grace will help you guys to replace every form of resentment and anger with love and forgiveness, and that every opposing voice that will try and convince Evelyn or Nana to go back to the dungeon of unforgiveness will be silenced, and every voice that try and convince Paa Yaw to go back to his old ways will be muted in the name of Jesus! May you all eventually develop a loving, mutual bond, and Nana, may your father and Henry become loving father figures to you. Paa Yaw, above all things, may you soon be empowered to go out there and become a testimony of how frivolous living benefits nothing, and that to live life with a God-given purpose will ultimately always be more fulfilling than living just for the moment. In Jesus’ name, amen!”


Touching! Good to see forgiveness was granted. No doubts, it would be quite a long process, but hopefully they’ll settle everything. And if there’s anything to take home from that prayer by Mr. Alfred Yeboah, it’s that a purpose-driven life will always be more beneficial and fulfilling than living just to satisfy the next urge your body has.


Long Journey

Long Journey 12 – Mercy Or Judgment

“Henry, forget it! The next time I see that despicable bastard and I don’t break that pathetic skull of his with the hardest object I can find, then my name is no longer Evelyn. I am not going to see him. I do not want to hear from him. And most of all, I am NOT going to forgive him! Do you know how much he wrecked my life?” Evelyn snapped.

Henry sighed. As expected, this was not easy. He had waited for about a week and a half, considering the volatile nature of this whole issue, to bring this up. He knew it would not be easy to get Evelyn to agree to having a reconciliatory talk with the man who impregnated and abandoned her. And it was proving to be such.

“Look at him. He’s still perching in someone’s house,” she continued. “Useless fool. You think you can be sticking your third leg in everyone and get away with it. Swine! He will die an unemployed, broke bitch! Foolishness!”

Henry winced. This level of vitriol was pretty acidic. Not something he had seen from her before.

“Eve, please,” he pleaded. “I understand. He hurt you really bad. Nobody is making excuses for that. No one. What he did is pathetic, and personally, it looks like he’s reaping what he’s sown. He didn’t look like someone who is very happy with life, from the little I saw. But babe, this is more about you! Forgiveness releases you!”

She shook her head. “Henry, you don’t understand it well, do you? You have no idea how much he destroyed me. You have no idea how much of a coward he is…”

Grasping both of her hands gently, he squeezed them. “Honey, it’s so obvious what a coward he is. I know the story, and it’s clear for anyone with brains to see. From insisting on the abortion to running away when you wouldn’t budge; that’s a pathetic excuse of a man. No two ways about that. But please, all I’m trying to say is that forgiving him benefits you! You have a flaming coal in your hand. Let it go. Don’t hold on to it. You don’t need to be friends with him or anything, but please, let the flaming coal go. I love you too much to see you get swallowed up by this hatred. Please!”

She yanked her hands away from him and gave him an evil glare. “If you really loved me, you’d understand why I feel what I do, and you’d probably be the first to rip that scoundrel’s head off!”

She stormed off.


“Still no success?”

“Nope. Now she’s angry with me for suggesting the need to forgive.”

Mr. Yeboah sighed. “Well, this is definitely not going to be an easy task. I’d suggest you don’t bring it up with her for a while. But we still need to settle this. It doesn’t even need to be an absolute agreement; just a bit of willingness from her part to begin the road to healing. I don’t know why, but I’m really concerned on her part, because the way I’ve come to know her, if she hates, she hates with everything in her. And that’s not healthy, especially considering Nana.”

“Yeah, true. By the way, how is he taking all this?”

“Well, he’s also quite hurt and angry at his father. I’ve spoken to him; didn’t get much of a response, whether negative or positive.”

“Hmmmm. This is quite a sticky issue. I know expecting a breezy passage to healing is impossible. How I wish it were, though. The guy really, really messed up, though.”

“Well, as for Paa Yaw, he’s made many foolish decisions over the years, and I’ve had my fights with him. But this isn’t about him, it’s about her. And Nana. I don’t want the bitterness and resentment to remain within; it’ll destroy them before they know it.”

“Hmmmm, Mr. Yeboah. That’s what I tried to tell Eve, but… hmmm… it’s tough.”

“No worries. We’ll just take this one day at a time. Something good has to come out of this eventually.”


I knew this boy was lying. He claimed you knew and that you were okay with it. I tried talking him out of it, because it’s just too out of the blue, but he was not going to listen. For whatever reason, he’s left Accra. And according to him, he’s not coming back…

The shopkeeper’s words reverberated around her brain as she tucked herself into bed. The memories had relentless come rushing ever since she had seen that scumbag, and each flashback made her angrier and angrier. The heartless and unconcerned manner in which he demanded she get an abortion. The way he trivialized the pregnancy. The cold shoulder he had given her even before the news, indicating that all he had ever wanted was to hit and run. All these memories inflamed her the more.

Her phone vibrated on the bedside table. She checked to see the caller ID.

It was Henry.

She immediately pressed the reject button. Nonsense. After this guy treated me like a rag, you are telling me to be nice! He should get away kraaaa.

Turning herself over in her bed, she closed her eyes and started to conjure imaginations of the worst happening to Chris.

Ten minutes later, as she was smiling while picturing him getting hit by an articulator truck after being fired and embarrassed by his employers, she was interrupted by the vibration of her phone yet again.

Thinking it was Henry again, she got up, irritated, saying to herself, “Can he just leave me the hell alone?”

Looking at the screen, however, it was a different number.

She wasn’t the type to be hesitant about picking calls from numbers she didn’t know, so she answered, ready to give a good blasting if it was Henry using another number to call.

“Hello, Ma.”

She was surprised. “Nana?”

“Yes. Umm, one of my friends has a phone here, and I asked if I could make an urgent call.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Have you lost something?”

“Uhh, no. It’s something else.”

“Talk to me, baby. What is it?”

A sigh came over the line. “I… uh, I’ve been thinking… and, uhhh… I want us to meet with my father…”

“Nana. I don’t want to talk about this…”

“I know. I know you’re angry with him. I know all too well. I’m angry too. But, I’ve just had this inkling within me that we should give this whole forgiveness thing a chance. Tried to shake it off, but it’s too strong to ignore…”

Well… that’s interesting. I guess it’s about time to let the curtains down on this journey. Next episode is the last. Let’s see how this story ends!!!

Long Journey

Long Journey 11 – Bitterness Is Alive

The story nears its impending end. But what is Chris going to do about this new issue he finds himself in? Let’s find out…

Paa Yaw sighed as he watched his son walk away with a very stern expression on his face.

It had been a week, and Nana absolutely refused to communicate with him in any way. Every time he tried to get close to the boy, he immediately had the boy briskly walking away, obviously very intent on staying as far away from him as possible. It was a Friday morning, and he had stepped out to at least give him a friendly wave.

A cold glare is what he received in return.

Watching him as he trudged away, he shook his head. God help me, I messed this up. And I don’t know how it’s gonna get better. Honestly. I don’t…

If only there was a way he could turn back the hands of time. Whatever he would do to reverse this regrettable turn of events, he’d do it in a flash.


The boys returned to their various dormitories, relieved that yet another week was complete. As they moved to and fro, changing out of their uniforms, the various rooms all over campus were buzzing with excitement. Of course, who doesn’t love Fridays?

Nana and Elikem went to the trunk room, laughing at some of their teachers. Particularly the English teacher.

“Ei, so that man! He no go stop that ein clown lifestyle?” Elikem asked, laughing hard.

“I dey shock. Every day, small question he go ask, wey you give correct answer, then he go behave like you answer some complex actuarial science question bi.”

“See, the way he sheda take time whack the table after Jones give that answer eh, like something dey do me for my seat. Eeeeiii!”

Still laughing at this teacher’s clear disposition to over-celebrating his student’s simple victories, the two walked to their various beds, Nana easily jumping onto his bed at the lower bunk. Still smirking at the memory Elikem had recounted a minute or two ago, he closed his eyes, ready to take full advantage of siesta after a long day of classes…


His eyes popped open. Sitting up on his bed, he looked quite annoyed. It was the house prefect’s voice. I hope he’s not coming to disturb me about something I didn’t do. He likes that.

He got up and saw him standing at the door of the dorm.

“Mr. Yeboah is calling you.”


Alfred sighed as Nana took his seat.

The look on the boy’s face changed dramatically the moment he entered the living room and saw his father sitting there. This was not going to be an easy task at all.

He looked to his side. Paa Yaw was silent, looking down at his hands on his laps.

He looked back at Nana, took a deep breath, then began.

“Nana, I wasn’t around when all this happened, but I found out about it later. I must confess, I probably should have had this talk with you earlier. Negligence on my part, I’m sorry. Ummm… this… has been quite a shock. Ever since you came here, I’ve gotten to know your mother on a pretty personal level, and I knew about all this. But I never thought that… well, I… I’m just still shocked.”

Nana shifted himself in his seat, maintaining a stone cold expression.

“I know you’re angry with him. And I understand. It will always hurt knowing your father chose his own selfish desires over being a father to you. This has been something I’m fully convinced he’s been running away from his whole life without any success. Now it’s caught up to him. But at this point, I believe he’s learned his lesson. He said he’s confessed some of the foolish things he did before landing here, including that disgusting episode with Mariam. The only thing I can ask at this point is that, you seek to find a place in your heart to forgive him.

“I know it’s easier said than done. I know you’ve felt a whole lot of resentment and anger at not having your real father around. I’m not asking that you immediately discard it all. I’m not looking to bombard you with a plethora of clichés about forgiving. I just ask that from this moment onward, as hurt and wounded as you may be, you’ll pray and ask God to help you forgive this man. Because, no matter what you do or feel, he’s still your father. And you’ll be doing yourself no favours holding grudges against him. And I should caution you on this: if you choose to keep the anger within, you may well end up destroying yourself in ways you can’t imagine. I know what I’m talking about.

“So please, this is why I called you. It’s very sensitive. Very delicate. But this is my advice. Please. I’ve had constant issues with your father over the years because of his lackadaisical attitude to life, but I see a change in him ever since you saved his life. Please, you can hold on to the rage you’ve felt for years, or you can start afresh. I’m pleading with you, choose the latter.”

He nodded to indicate he was done. Nana nodded curtly, sprung up from his seat and quickly exited.

Alfred looked at Paa Yaw. “Well, there’s one major thing we need to work on now. The boy might be devastated, but if there’s anyone whose forgiveness you need, it’s Evelyn. You need to meet with her. As soon as you can.”

Well, judging by the last episode, will a meeting between the two go down well? I wonder if she’ll be willing to meet with him at all. Gotta wait to find out…

Long Journey

Long Journey 10 – Ripples Of An Unpleasant Reunion

Now that the truth is out, the only question is how things will pan out. Only one way to find out!

As boys got ready for lights out, James looked down from his bed and saw Nana laying on his bed, with a facial expression that made it clear that he was not in the mood to talk or be disturbed in any way.

He chose to leave him in his current position.

What a day it had been for Nana Opoku! What he had expected would be a good day, seeing his mother and her new man, and getting the stuff he needed, turned out to be quite a huge stunner. After having to grow up with stories of how his father had no desire to be a father to him and had walked out, he came to discover that the man he had been chatting with for a while whilst he worked was his own flesh and blood!

He had not been able to go for entertainment after the family left; he was too stunned to do anything else or chat with anyone.

As he lay there, that indwelling bitterness that had always lain at the bottom of his heart towards the man he was supposed to love and admire and respect the most had risen to the very top. If there was anything he was feeling at that point for sure, it was resentment. Especially as he considered all the foolish frivolities his dad had chosen. At that point, the thought of Paa Yaw hungrily hammering his cousin came to mind, and he felt physically sick. He shook his head and turned on his side, his mind a buzzing highway with angry thoughts racing up and down.

I hope your wasteful activities were worth more than being a father to a son who needed you, you jerk!


As the Land Cruiser moved into the house, Henry looked at Evelyn one more time. He felt sad inside as he noted the expression on her face.


You didn’t need to have prophetic powers to know that seeing him for the first time since he had run away had resurrected a lot of emotions. All the hurt, all the grief, all the pain. All visible on her face.

As the car came to a stop, Henry gently said to Mack, “I’m taking her inside.”

Mack nodded. He had already seen enough. No need to say anything.

Ben was sitting in the living room, watching the highlights of the day’s football matches as they walked in. he turned to see them enter, and looked alarmed as he noted Henry holding Evelyn as if he was helping her to walk, with a stricken expression on her face. “What’s wrong? Did something happen on the way?” he asked worriedly.

“I…I-I… I saw him,” Evelyn stuttered.

Ben looked confused. “What?”

Henry sighed. “Um, so we had quite a shock when we went to visit Nana. Sooo… it turned out there’s some guy staying there… and we met him there… and, well, turns out it’s the guy who got her pregnant and ran away.”

Ben’s eyes grew wide. “WHAATT!!”

“he… he messed me up,” Evelyn muttered to herself. She looked at Henry, a rather accusatory expression on her face. “Why didn’t you let me teach him a lesson?”

“Evelyn, there was no…”

“You’ve should’ve let me deal with the piece of trash,” she continued, totally disregarding any attempt of his to respond, and beginning to scuffle with him.

“Baby, please…”


In full voice, it was obvious the rage was still very much present. Practically pounding Henry with her fists, she continued screaming, oblivious to the attempts of the men to calm her down.


The last two statements seemed to bring a sudden switch in her temperament. Red-hot rage suddenly turned into heart-wrenching grief. Lowering her voice, she whimpered those words again, and then started wailing painfully, slamming her face into Henry’s shoulder as she cried her heart out.

Hugging her tightly, Henry could feel his tear glands getting to work. It was just so painful hearing her weep. There could be no doubt about how awful an effect Chris’ actions had on her, and seeing him was the trigger she didn’t need.

As she continued crying, he signalled to Ben that he’d take care of her, while wiping away the tears that were forming in his eyes. Ben nodded, and left.

Taking their place on the couch, Evelyn seemed content with just crying bitterly while leaning on Henry. Sighing as he tried to imagine the kind of pain she was experiencing, he took out his phone, and dialled a number.

“Yeah, Mack. Chale, you can go home, okay? The way things are, I can’t leave her tonight…”


The Yeboah household was a quiet one.

Alfred sat in his chair, clearly at a loss of words. Araba, who had witnessed everything, also sat in her chair, a glum expression on her face.

Paa Yaw was in his chair, his face buried in his hands, sobbing as he recounted the day’s events.

After a long silence, Alfred leaned forward and said, “Hmmmm… I just don’t know what to say. This is like a movie to me. I mean, never in a million years would I have suspected anything like this.”

“Hmmm, Alfred,” Araba added. “I still can’t believe it. I’m still in shock.”

He shook his head. “Crazy how things happen. It’s just crazy.” Looking at Paa Yaw, he called out, “Paa Yaw!”

The weeping man looked up at him, his eyes puffy and red.

“Hmmm, Paa Yaw. This is not a time where I’d be blasting you over your life choices. Your tears alone are enough to show how this thing has been a nasty slap for you. I don’t know if this is what you’ve been running away from, but… that’s another topic. All I know is, you have to set things right.”

Paa Yaw rubbed his eyes and sniffed as he looked at the older man before him.

“This won’t be easy. From what Araba said, Evelyn would probably have hacked you to death on my verandah and have no regrets; she’s still hurt by what it turns out you did to her. And the boy by now is probably feeling bitter. If I tell you it’ll be as simple as a quick “I’m sorry”, that’s a lie. They more than likely hate every cell of yours right now. But listen to me, at some point, you need to set things right. You can’t leave it as it is; that will only complicate matters. I don’t know how you’re going to do it. But you have to resolve this issue. You must!”

As to how he’s going to fix this is gonna be a whole other issue, though…

Long Journey

Long Journey 9 – That Saturday Visit

No need to waste too much time with an intro. Something’s coming up, and we’ve gotta find out!!

Saturday morning had arrived, and after morning devotion, it was time for the boys to get to work as usual. Nana trudged to the residence of Mr. Yeboah, broom in hand, having mixed reactions as he walked.

Of course, there was the excitement of having his mother come for a visit; that was always welcome. After all, it meant he’d get a restock on his provisions. He’d been craving ‘Hye me ma’ for quite a while, and it looked like most of the boys who had had the coveted Piccadilly biscuits were all out. Besides, he was getting tired of having to ask Robbie for Nido sachets; the boy was starting to get rather tight-fisted with the little yellow packets.

But he was thinking of the sudden disdain he felt towards Paa Yaw. Inasmuch as the man was clearly remorseful for his actions, Nana naturally felt some kind of anger towards men who abandoned their children. Of course, the stories of his father walking out on him was a major reason. He had tried to convince himself that Paa Yaw deserved grace for this one the whole of the previous night. But… somehow it was sorta hard. He just found it hard.

As he walked in, he shook his head.

Come on, Nana. You saw the tears yesterday. The man regrets his attitude. Don’t come and be giving him any cold shoulders biaa. It’s not like it’s your father, in any case.

Moving to the usual spot where he usually began sweeping, he saw Paa Yaw come out of the house and wave to him.

Rebuking the inner urge to ignore his greeting, he waved back.

“I’m going out today. Not gonna be back till late afternoon,” Paa Yaw called out.

“Sure, no problem. See you later,” Nana responded.


“So, Nana, this is Henry Fosuhene. My new man,” Evelyn proudly introduced to Nana.

He smiled as he shook Henry’s hand. Good-looking guy on all fronts. And he definitely looks like someone who’s comfortable in life.

“Nana Opoku. Great to finally meet you. Your mother talks about you a lot.”

“Well, duh, obviously,” Evelyn interjected, rolling her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I bring him up a lot? Sheesh.”

Henry gave her the side eye, then set his gaze upon Nana again, shaking his head. “I was going to mention that she stresses me out a lot, but as you can already tell, she’s completed that part of the story for me.”

Nana grinned. Typical of his mother, but definitely a good thing. If she playfully retorted at your statements and picked on little opportunities to make fun of you, then she definitely held you in high esteem. And her tone alone at that point revealed more than enough for Nana to know.

“Oh yeah, she does that to my uncles a lot,” Nana affirmed, the grin still on his face.

“Herh, young man, you want to side with him, eh? I’m taking my provisions back with me ooo.”

“Don’t mind her. She can’t do that biaa.”

Mr. Yeboah walked out onto the verandah where the three were having their meeting. “Well, the madam is in,” he said, smiling as Evelyn got up to embrace him. “How are you doing?”

“Fantastic by God’s grace, Mr. Yeboah,” she responded enthusiastically. “Please, this is Henry, my boothang,” she added, gesturing at Henry.

“Ei, boothang? Me, I’m not up to date with these your expression things oo,” Mr Yeboah said, shaking his head in amusement as Evelyn giggled. He shook hands with Henry, who had risen to greet him.

“Good to meet you, Mr. Henry. I hope you’re able to handle this lady and her occasional feisty streaks.”

Giving her a side eye, he nodded. “I do my best.”

Mr. Yeboah laughed. “Good, good. So, you guys are gonna be here for a while?”

“Uh, no. We were thinking of taking Nana out to one of those restaurants not too far from here. Spend about an hour or two, then bring him back. If that’s okay with you.”

Mr. Yeboah shrugged. “That’s absolutely fine with me. Evelyn knows I have no problems with that. Visiting hours ends at 4, anyways, so you’re good to go.”

“Alright, then. We’ll be setting off in about a moment…”


Paa Yaw walked back to the house, feeling rather satisfied with himself. Upon arrival in the city much earlier on, he had gone to meet one of Alfred’s contacts about securing some employment. It was unfortunate that he had been in one of his apathetic moods when going; his attitude and body language did not impress the gentleman at all, who asked him to leave and return when he actually wanted a job. Following his new-found desire to clean himself up and get serious with life, he had called the man and asked for a second chance. Of course, there was a lot of hesitance, but he somehow agreed, and the subsequent meeting had been very good.

Hopefully, we can look at things and come to a good deal by the middle of the coming week, he thought triumphantly to himself as he stepped onto the verandah and dropped himself onto one of the chairs, letting out a sigh of relief. He could sense that his life, for the first time in many years, was actually starting to come together.

A white Land Cruiser moved on to the parking lot in front of the house. His eyes closed as he tried to imagine how good the rest of his life was going to be, he opened them, wondering who these visitors could be.

Looking at the two people in front, he noted a familiar face and Nana.

Ei, chale! I didn’t know this boy was dosted like that! Must be his father’s driver…

As the car came to a stop, the back door opened.

Out stepped a woman.

Paa Yaw’s eyes widened in shock.


It had been a pretty good time at the Let’s Chill restaurant. As they had been there, that was the major thing that happened: Nana really chilled with his people.

His first time with Henry, and so far, he liked him. He seemed to genuinely have affections for his mother, and of course, as he had already indicated, she had taken to him deeply. He was a pretty funny guy as well, in spite of his very weak attempts at playing at ‘talking nonfa’ game. His mother preferred to call it wordplay game. Whatever. It was a game.

The driver too was a nice guy. Mack is what he preferred to be called. Clearly a pretty smart guy who bonded well with his boss. Another reason to like Henry; despite his big position, he had no qualms with having good relationships with those over whom he was superior. He had told them of how his father had instilled that attitude in him from an early age – demanding that he show respect to all in the household, whether maid, gardener or security man. It had helped him to appreciate that status doesn’t change the fact that people ought to be treated as people: with respect, no matter their place in life.

A great time, no doubt. So as he sat in the front seat with Mack, telling him about some of the experiences he had had since coming to school, the sudden “Oh my God” that came from the backseat startled him.

As the car came to a stop, Evelyn opened the door, looking absolutely amazed. Following her gaze, he realized it was Paa Yaw she was looking at.

“Wow, he’s in much earlier than I thought,” Nana said to himself.

Paa Yaw himself was on his feet, looking petrified and stunned. He was shaking his head, clearly repeating some words to himself as he stared at Evelyn.

Nana was confused. “What’s going on here?” he said aloud. Opening the door, he saw his mother, still in a state of shock.

“Uh, Ma?” he gently prodded.

Then shock suddenly turned into rage.

With a look of fury on her face, she walked briskly towards Paa Yaw.

“Evelyn, I’m so sorry…”

The three males, all standing by the car, were all stunned by the resounding slap that Evelyn delivered to his face.

“YOU BLOODY BASTARD!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!! YOU MONSTER!!” Evelyn bellowed. Henry and Mack rushed to restrain her from doing any further damage, as Paa Yaw lay on the floor, too dazed and in tears to even say anything.

Mrs. Yeboah came out from inside, obviously hearing the noise. Upon seeing an enraged Evelyn being held by Henry, she asked worriedly, “Ei, my goodness! What is going on?”

Noticing Paa Yaw on the floor, she asked, “AH, did he try anything funny?”

Evelyn shook her head, her breathing heavy with the fury that had suddenly found its way into her body. “This man… this man… he didn’t try anything funny. He did something funny.”

“Babe, what are you talking about?” Henry asked.

She laughed out loud. “Oh Lord, shouldn’t it be obvious? Don’t you know my story?”

Suddenly, a tight knot formed in Nana’s stomach. Oh my God…

Aside Mack, who obviously didn’t know the story, everyone else had a look of disbelief on their faces. “Wait, you mean Paa Yaw…” Mrs. Yeboah started.

Evelyn nodded her head, still breathing heavily. “Ohh yes! This was the same bastard who chased after me 16 years ago. Slept with me at the back of his car. Made me pregnant. Tried to get me to abort it. And when I refused to do so, decided to suddenly run away and cut me off totally and leave me to raise my son all by myself.”

At this point, Nana’s head was spinning. As everyone turned to look at him, he looked disoriented. “You mean… I… what….”

“Yes, Nana. I’m sorry it had to come out this way, but… this man. Is your father…”

Oooooooooookay!! The truth is out! What’s gonna happen now? Well, we gotta stay tuned and find out…

Long Journey

Long Journey 8 – Reflections

K.I hear you.

Paa Yaw sighed as the notification lit up his phone screen. Shrugging, he thought to himself, At least she finally responded. Better than nothing, I guess.

He lay on his bed, silently thankful that Mariam had finally answered his WhatsApp apology. She still refused to answer his calls, so he had to get the thumbs to work.

As he tried to get some sleep, though, his mind drifted to the earlier event in the afternoon, where he had confessed what he had been hiding and running away from for years.

Nana seemed very emotionless after he had admitted to impregnating a lady and running away to avoid responsibility. He was probably disgusted at what he had heard, and Paa Yaw wouldn’t blame him at all for feeling that way; he had every right to. He had barely spoken after that. It hadn’t been long till the school siren went off, indicating it was time for prep.

He sighed. Ever since he had really been thinking about his life, the young lady he had impregnated came to mind.


Back then, he was just too selfish and focused on his own happiness to be bothered about the effect of his sudden departure. He shook his head as images of him ignoring that shopkeeper lady as she continued to probe why he was leaving and tried to convince him not to go. He just hadn’t cared. He was already angry with Evelyn for refusing to kowtow to his demands, and all he wanted was to punish her ruthlessly while having the time of his life.

Not like I actually did have the time of my life, though. Issues here and there. Job losses. Women issues. Family estrangements.

He shook his head. Indeed, his quest for freedom had brought more trouble his way. And unfortunately, he had plainly refused to learn his lessons.

The Mariam issue shouldn’t have even popped up, considering what happened when he was staying in Koforidua. He had been staying in the house of the gentleman who had graciously offered him a job, only to pay him back by secretly having an affair with his daughter. It was during one of their steamy sessions in his room that the man of the house, tipped off by a lingering sense of suspicion, came around his room and upon hearing his daughter’s loud ecstatic moans, kicked the door open.

The fact that he was quite lazy and never really showed much effort to complete his work, coupled with the shocking revelation that he had also been going out for ‘special appointments’ with one fried yam seller on the side, worsened the case, and he was immediately thrown out of the house and fired from the job.

He had also been caught in the middle of the act with Mariam. It just so happened that the beatings he received there were worse than what had occurred in the Eastern Region.

At this point now, though, he had replayed all these memories and regretted them enough. Now he was wondering about one person.


Of all the women I’ve slept with, I don’t think I’ve hurt any of them as badly as I did her. I just hope nothing happened which caused her to lose the baby. I wish I could tell her that I’m sorry for what I did. It’s possible she hates my guts by now…


“So Henry’s going with you tomorrow?”

Evelyn nodded.

“Nice. Remember to tell Mr. Yeboah about the graduation ceremony. After party at my place!”

“But how can I forget to tell him, lah? It’s one of the major things I’ll be telling him once I arrive there. By all means, he’ll want to be there. Besides, you are saying it as if it’s next week. Relax, lah!”

Ben laughed. “Yes please, madam. I’m keeping calm.”

“Better!” she responded, a smirk on her face. Her phone then lit up, Henry’s name on the screen.

Ben saw it, and with a sly grin, said, “Let me go and check if you’ve put all Nana’s things together.” He got up and went into the kitchen.

Shaking her head as she watched him go, she answered the phone.

“Hey Henry!”

“Hey baby love! Hope your Friday was a good one.”

“Well…. Yeah, it was good. I’m just really tired right now. So much to tell you about, but I’ll probably sleep in the middle of it. Tomorrow is there, though, so I’m comforting myself in that.”

“Haha! Anyways, from Accra to Apowa, according to Google Maps, is about 5 hours away. So are we leaving at 5 or 6?”

“Oh, 5 is too early! Aaba!! Let’s reach there at six-thirty, eh. It’s not like we need to see him very early. I usually go to see him around midday. So relax.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Why are all the important men in my life rushing like that this evening, lah?”

“Ei, please, am I missing something?”

She snickered. “Oh, nothing. I was thinking out loud.”

She heard a sigh over the phone. “So you had to take shots at all of me?”

She shook her head. “Not impressive, Henry. Not impressive. If you wanna play the wordplay thing with yours truly, you need to bring your A-game. Not this F-game. Tweeaaaa!!”

“Oh wow, so it’s like that, eh? No problem. I’m spending all night perfecting my craft. We shall see!”

“No problem, handsome. I await your challenge.”

“By the way, I’ve spoken to one of my drivers, so he’ll be the one to take us tomorrow.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet of you, Henry.”

“Hey, anything for my baby love. We can sit at the back and talk. More incentive for me to really get wild with the wordplay challenge, since I’ll not have to focus on the road.”

“Oh, how I’m gonna enjoy beating you so easily.”

“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?” She began yawning. “That’s my cue to get some rest, honey. So tell your man that we can set off at six-thirty, alright?”

“Sure thing, Eve. Go sleep, alright. See you tomorrow. Love you.”

She giggled. “So sentimental, aren’t you?”

Silence over the phone. She laughed out loud. “I know you’re rolling your eyes right now.”

“Good thing you know. You dey worry papa.”

“That’s how you know I love you too, darling. Good night.”

“Good night, Evelyn.”

Looks like an unpleasant reunion might be coming up pretty soon. I wonder what will happen…