Here’s the short, sweet love story I decided to begin the month of April with. I hope this tale of Buenortey and Ansomaa makes your quarantine period interesting!!
It was about 5:11 when I woke up.
On the plastic chair next to the bed.
Chale, not the most comfortable of nights. I think I had just about two hours of straight sleep. Then the usual intermittent sleep pattern.
Ugh, so annoying. Can’t remember the last time I slept for more than three hours without waking up in between. I need help, chale.
There’s a reason why I slept on the chair, though.
As I got my feet off the bed and stretched, I looked at the one on the bed.
The one who occupied my comfortable bed for the night.
Sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in my dear blanket.
Ansomaa. Sweet Miss Ansomaa.
I’ve known this girl for about three months now, and there’s no doubt about it: she’s a wonderful young woman, and I’ve had an awesome time with her so far.
I first saw her at the Amonoo-Neizer Hall. I had gone to see one of my guys about some assignment bi. I was sitting with him, teaching him how to do the work and all that, and in stepped this absolute babe. Chale!
I don’t believe in love at first sight (sorry, hopeless romantics, I know you won’t like this), but I won’t lie, I was captivated by her. Such a beautiful girl. As to how I kept my cool and continued to help Hubert out with the work, only God knows.
I guess it became obvious how enthralled I was, with the way I kept shooting glances at her while he was busy doing the work. I kept watching her, and it was only a matter of time until I knew that this girl was somebody I had to talk to. Which is honestly rare for me. I’m the kind of guy who prefers to admire from a distance. If I’m tormented by the desire to get closer to you, then it has to be real.
It was about thirty minutes later that I finally decided to muster courage and move to her. I whispered my intentions to Hubert, who was totally supportive, got up from my seat, walked over to her as she was busily doing something on her phone (most likely WhatsApp stuff) and engaged her in a brief chat.
Honestly, it was better than I expected. It was almost as if Ansomaa had been expecting me to approach her, the way she opened up to me so happily. With the cutest smile on her face. Ugh, Lord knows that smile of hers makes me wanna stroke her chin and murmur sweet distins into her ear all day!
So we exchanged numbers right there and then, and since, my usually boring life has had an injection of excitement. Ansomaa is so much fun to be around, and we spend hours together, talking about different things. Movies, childhood memories, future aspirations, African politics… the list goes on and on.
Last night, she came over to my room (I’m in one-in-a-room) just to hang out with me. That was around like 6 pm. I was just about getting ready to watch the Netflix series ‘Queen Sono’ when she came around. Turns out she’s been wanting to watch it.
So we watched it. All 6 episodes. At a go.
By the time we were done, it was about 11-something. I’ve honestly forgotten what time it was. All I remember is that we were so busy debating on whether Queen or Ekatarina was more of a badass character (I just don’t get how Ansomaa thinks the latter is badass. The woman is flat out wicked, lah!) that before we knew it, it was 12:30 am.
Her hostel too, around that time, it’s not the safest. Kwashey boys dey linger around; they’ll steal your money and phones, and leave you with scars afterward. So I suggested she sleep over, then leave early in the morning. She didn’t seem to be too pleased, but yeah, even taking an Uber kraaa, she didn’t feel comfortable, so she slept over. So she took the bed, while I slept on the chair.
It was so cute watching her sleep; she might be a fierce badass herself at times, but she’s a baby girl deep within. And it just showed on her face. Calm and peaceful.
I got up, stretched and felt totally satisfied to hear those bones crack, and walked to the bathroom to pee. When I came back, she was awake.
“Hey, Buenortey,” she murmured as she sat up in the bed.
“Hey you,” I responded as I moved the chair so I could sit right before her. “How are you? Hope you had a good sleep.”
She nodded. “It felt weird to wake up here. Almost started shouting ‘where am I’. Then I remembered.”
I rolled my eyes. We were sitting in the dark, so I doubt she saw that. “Ebei, Ansomaa. Shouting for what? You want people to come and beat me and call me a rapist?”
She laughed softly. “Don’t worry. At least I didn’t.”
“Oh yeah. We thank God for that. Well, it’s almost 5:15, so… you can start to get ready now.”
“Ummm, yeah. But… Buenortey, can we talk? Briefly?”
That kinda took me by surprise, but hey, not a problem at all. I shrugged. “Sure, we can. Why not?”
She took a deep breath, then let it out. In the darkness, I heard a simple question from her.
“What are your intentions?”
My heart beat a little faster upon hearing that.
I mean, Ansomaa is one of those kinda straightforward chics who has no time for long things. I’ve known this for a while. But I was not expecting a question like that.
“You say?” I asked.
She cleared her throat. “Your intentions for this… thing between us. It’s been a little over three months now, and uh… I think I’d like to know where we’re headed. No games and all that. I just want to know what you intend to happen between us.”
Well well well! I have no idea what motivated her to ask that question. But then, it falls in line with her cut-straight-to-the-chase mindset.
I let out a little sigh. No need for playing games with this one, chale (as if I’ve ever liked that kind of nonsense). I knew I had to let it out eventually. And I understand her. She did mention how she’s had an experience here and there where the guys awakened her love when they weren’t actually ready to love her back. So obviously she wanted some clarity on our relationship.
Not a problem. I know what I want. I initially thought I’d wait a bit before doing this, but… the earlier the better, I guess.
Time to let her know how fond I am of her.