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!!

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