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.”
“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…