Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP12 – The Good, The Bad & The Indecisive

Well, here it is! The finale of season 2!!

Didn’t think time would move so quickly, but chale, it has. So, whatever you’ve been wondering, especially with regards to the Adamtey-Aniyah saga, it’s about to be answered. And you may be stunned. Or not. I dunno. Let’s see how it ends, and subsequently, what you can expect for season 3…

“Ah, but why would you leave your AirPods in my office?” he asked, irritated by the prospect of having to go all the way to her place to return it to her, as she seemed to be asking.

“It’s not my fault, Mr. Adamtey!” Aniyah whined over the phone. “It was just one of those things. But I beg you, I need them. Urgently.”

“It can wait,” he responded coldly. “I’m busy. I have stuff to do. Besides, you can buy new ones, so what’s your beef?”

“Please, Manny! I beg you,” Aniyah pleaded. “There’s nothing wrong with just bringing it over and going. It’s not like I want you to come and have sex with me. I just need my thing. It’s mine, after all.”

“But it can wait. Why, will you win a million dollars if you use them tonight?”

“Nooooo! Please! Is it too much to ask for you to just return it? Please. I understand that our relationship is over. I’m not asking for a second chance. Just return my thing to me, that’s all. That’s it. I need it. Please.”

Adamtey shook his head. He was really weary of this dumb woman. As to why she was so insistent on getting some irrelevant gadgets back that evening, he didn’t know. There was a reason why he had ignored her calls earlier, and now he wished that thirteenth call hadn’t broken his defense.

And he wasn’t that stupid to believe her when she claimed there was no amorous intention on her part; he had a strong feeling that was exactly what she was up to. That she wanted a second chance after being absolute rubbish in bed.

“You said I should never set foot on your work premises again. So I can’t come there to take it. Else I would have. Please, you can just meet me at the gate and give it to me. That’s fine. Please…”

But then again, she was right. The AirPods did belong to her, and he didn’t exactly have the right to deprive her of them. And he indeed no longer wanted her within ten feet of the Voltage Office.

In any case, if she tried any nonsense, he had already shown her excerpts of his strength, and he wouldn’t hesitate to give her a good disciplining should the opportunity bring itself.

“I know you despise me now. No problem. But please, I’m begging you. This is all I’m asking for. Please, Sir. Please.”

He sighed out loud.

“Fine. Fine,” he murmured grudgingly. “I’ll bring you your stupid AirPods tonight.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Manny! I promise I’ll never, ever worry you again after this.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed as he hung up. Stupid girl, he thought to himself.

He looked up at the clock in his office. It was about 8 minutes past 8 o’clock.

“Nine. I’ll leave here at nine. Go give the ofui her stupid Pods, then I can go meet Eben for our little discussion. And get that number I desperately need.”


Hey, Edem!”

“Hey, big man!” Edem greeted as Anasah opened the gate for him. “Is Diamond around?”

He nodded. “Yes. Still not totally over the whole thing though.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. I have some news for her that might lift her spirits, though. Can you call her for me?”

“Alright!” he sped into the house as he walked to the balcony and took a seat. A few minutes later, Diamond stepped out, a pretty bland expression on her face.

“Diamond,” he started, putting his hand in his pocket, “I know you’re cut up about the whole betrayal thing. I’m so sorry it went down like that. I really am.”

She sighed as she took a seat next to him. “I’m doing okay, but there’s still some hurt, Edem. To think I was holding hands with the enemy. I trusted her so much. And she… she…”

“It’s alright, Dee, it’s alright,” he consoled, rubbing her on the back. “I can only imagine how hurt you must be feeling. It’ll never be easy to discover that someone you considered a friend never liked you. Just go through the process, alright? You’ll be fine. At least you found out before she totally sabotaged you.”

She nodded, a little pout on her face as she looked down.

“Have you heard from her since you confronted her?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Blocked me everywhere. From WhatsApp to IG.”

“S-M-H. No shame. She’ll rather cut you off than make an attempt to make amends. Don’t stress yourself, Dee. You’re better off without her.”

She nodded quietly.

“Oh, by the way, I got another audio for you. From my snitch, Gyamfua,” he said, snickering as he took his phone out.

Diamond looked up at him dryly. “What, Shormeh’s planning an assassination plot or something against her?”

He laughed. “No, silly. Forget that backstabbing witch. This is something you’ll definitely want to hear.”

He played the audio.

Hey, Edem. So, since I found out about the witch sabotaging your friend’s searches, I happened to contact one of the girls with the sandwich and wrap business. Maabena Agyei. I must admit, chale, her wraps… Edem, her wraps!!! Staaaaap! One of a kind! So I passed by her place, got to talking with her, and she said nobody contacted her about any partnership thing, but she’s open to one. I told her about Diamond, and she wants to meet her. So let her know that the witch has failed. I’m sending you the contact right now. But I beg, tell her the way she stripped me was not fine. That one di33, I’ll say it.

Diamond had her eyes wide open by the end of the voice note. “For real?”

He nodded. “I even called her on the way here. Told her you’re having a little issue, but you’ll get in touch with her as soon as possible. And judging by her tone of voice, she sounds very excited to meet you.” He touched her chin. “So that’s a little something to lift your spirits.”

She smiled, looking quite relieved. “Good news from a far country. Thank God!”

“Indeed. Shormeh said she’ll do the devil’s work. She doesn’t know God doesn’t sleep, eh?”

Diamond laughed, then proceeded to give Edem a tight embrace. “Thank you so much, Edem. What would I have done without you, boy? You’re a blessing. An absolute God-send, honey.”

She had no idea how deeply those words touched Edem as he wrapped his arms around her. Especially with the way he was beginning to feel about her…

“Oh, and tell her I’m sorry, wai. I was in the moment.”

Edem was too busy relishing her embrace to even hear what she said.


“Yeah, Eben, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just give me a moment. Gonna pass somewhere real quick, then I’ll join you… alright, bye.”

Adamtey put his phone in his pocket as he stepped out of the car and looked at the familiar gate. Sneering at it, he walked over and banged the gate.

He then noticed it was unlocked. He shook his head. What a klutz she could be, leaving her gate unlocked.

“And it’s stuff like this that proves why she gets no respect from me,” he muttered to himself as he opened it and stepped in. “Dumbest bitch on the planet-“

Suddenly, he felt an excruciating, crushing blow at the back of his head.

Instant blackout.


“Alright, so I go return by Sunday evening. So just hold the fort give me.”

Those were the last words from Toby to KayBee before he grabbed his bag and exited Room 23.

Larissa had called him and asked him to come home for the weekend, so he was handing over the ice chest to his next door neighbour. He hadn’t been told what he was needed for, but an opportunity to go home for the weekend was definitely not one he’d turn down for anything. It was his turn to watch Serwaah at her weekend dance lessons, so there was that to look forward to.

As he walked out of the hostel to the forefront of the area where food was being sold, he waved to the kelewele seller.

Passing by the khebab seller, he saw a familiar shape. A shape he’d rather avoid. As he passed by, though, the figure turned and saw him.


“Oh hey, Delphine. What’s up?” he responded, gulping nervously.

“Nothing much, honey. Just getting myself some meat for the night. Where are you off to?”

“Home. My old folks want me home this weekend, so I’m setting off. Kay-Bee will take care of the water while I’m gone, so…”

“Aww, Mummy and Daddy miss their boy. That’s so cute!” Delphine gushed, teasingly touching his cheek. “So you’ll be back on Sunday evening?”

“Yeah. I have one of those 7 am lectures, so I don’t have the luxury of staying home for too long.”

“Oh, OK. OK. That’s nice. But me and you, we have fight ooo.”

“Oh,” Toby responded, looking genuinely confused at that point. “But… but what did I do?”

“You, you don’t want to visit me! After how loyal I am to your business and all that,” she accused, pouting.

There rose a brief feeling of tension in Toby’s chest. “Oh, uh, that? Well… uh, I never thought about that, to be honest.”

“Well, come around, sweetie. I’m in a single room, just like you. And you know, it gets boring sometimes. Having some company would be… more than welcome,” she slurred, a sly and seductive smile across her face.

Toby felt like he couldn’t breathe at that point. His heart pounded as he watched her expectant expression. He knew she was beginning to move in for the kill, and the best thing to do was to rebuff her advances. Yet, he felt too scared to offend her. And besides, as much as he hated to admit it, he was still very much enamoured by her. “Sure, sure, uh… I’ll look into that when I come back on Sunday,” he blurted out.

She smirked in satisfaction. “Great. Can’t wait to have you visit me. Well, I gotta go back now. I’ll see you later.” With that, she blew a kiss at him before walking off.

Toby groaned silently to himself as he moved his bag from his back and placed it in front of him to hide the excitement Delphine had caused downstairs.

At this point, he could sense something like an angel and a demon on each side of him, advancing their different agendas.

The angel was saying, “Toby, you know this is wrong. You know this is not acceptable. Don’t fall for it. Remember, cut off everything that causes you to sin. She’s indirectly made it obvious what she wants. Don’t fall into the trap! Remember what Diamond told you. It will end in tears, Toby. Cut her off and save your spirit, soul and body from unnecessary drama!”

The demon was saying, “Toby, look at her. Look at those big breasts. Those curvy hips. That devastating ass. Do you really want to pass it over? When she’s making it clear she wants you? Herh, Toby, don’t be a fool oo! Massa, strike while the iron is hot! Look at how she bounced those two guys for you. Guy, if you listen to that other voice, you’re a big fool. Seize the opportunity, lah!”

Delphine Awittor was officially a problem for him. And these two voices were making their positions clear. One reminding him of what could be in store if he fell for this temptation. The other appealing to his sensual feelings.

As he walked on, he knew one thing was for sure: whatever decision he would come to, had to be done and done firmly and quickly.


“Ah. What’s wrong with her phone?” Kwame said to himself as his fifteenth attempt to call Akinyi that day was met with an automated response that her phone was off. He put the phone back in his pocket and wondered what was wrong. It was very unusual of her to turn off her phone.

He had been standing by Oscar’s car for almost twenty minutes, waiting as his cousin was occupied with helping to set up some equipment in the church for a program the following morning. He was beginning to get impatient; they should have finished five minutes ago.

“Ugh, where is he?” he moaned out loud.

As if on cue, he saw Oscar step out of the building, talking on the phone.

Kwame folded his arms, the impatient look on his face maintained to express his displeasure at being made to wait for so long.

The look changed to that of concern, however, upon seeing the look on his cousin’s face as he got closer. Oscar looked very worried and shaken by whatever it was he was hearing.

“Hmmm… alright… alright. Bye-bye,” he said quietly as he arrived.

“Umm, what’s wrong?”

Oscar sighed. “I got a call from Adelaide.”

“Ah, why? Did she…”

Oscar shook his head. “No, no, no, not that. She said she’s been at the hospital this evening. It’s about Aki.”

Kwame’s blood suddenly turned cold. Ever since the passing of his mother, terror gripped him whenever he heard the name of a loved one of his and ‘hospital’ in the same sentence.

Oscar took a look at the sudden switch to fright in Kwame’s eyes and shook his head.

“Chale. Turns out her auntie’s suggestion to confirm at a different hospital was justified. She went to Barton Hospital, and it turns out the first hospital had the results totally off.”

Kwame nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm?”

Chale, the cramps and the fatigue and all that. Indeed, it’s not IBS. But they apparently had to do some extra tests, and with what the new results showed, the condition is much worse.”

“Uhh, wh-wh-what is it?” Kwame whispered.

Oscar looked down, let out another sigh and looked back into Kwame’s eyes, wishing he didn’t have to say what he was about to say.

And at the mention of her condition, Kwame’s facial expression grew pale and full of disbelief.

“It’s… it’s cancer… Colon cancer…”


There was a muffled scream as the cold, hard metal bat made contact with his butt once it was clear he had regained consciousness.

“Hey, will you keep quiet before I smash that stupid brain of yours? Keep quiet!”

Overwhelmed by the biting agony borne by that hit, coupled with the terrible pain in his head caused by the same bat when he entered the house, his body violently vibrated as he tried to comply with the orders. He had never experienced this kind of agony before. A blinding pain.

And he wished at this point that he had never fallen for her passionate plea to return the AirPods. From the look of things, it was all a well-calculated plan, and he had fallen right into the trap. Lying on the floor, hands tied behind his back, he knew she had used the period of his unconsciousness to have him gagged up. Now she stood over him, a dark expression on her face.

What a mistake it had been to return here. This had been a plot to attack him. How in the world did she come up with something this devious?

There was a laugh from her. The most sinister laugh he had heard from her since he had gotten to know her.

“Hahahaha! Oh, Emmanuel Adamtey,” she said with an eerie amusement. “Handsome Emmanuel Adamtey. Political firebrand Adamtey. Incredible sex machine Adamtey.”

Her voice then turned menacing. “You are such a piece of s**t, you know. A world-class bastard. You really thought I was gonna let you treat me like soiled toilet roll? Use me, then flush me away? After treating me the way you did? You thought you could rape me, hurt me, debase me to the lowest form, then effortlessly dispose of me with no consequences? You are mad, okay, you are mad! Stupid animal.”

His eyes were filled with fright as he looked up at her. The glint of madness in her eyes was bone-chilling. She looked ready to do serious damage to him.

“I dunno what made me think you were untouchable. I dunno what made me think you’d get away with it. But whatever it is, damn, it lost its power over me. You’re nothing, Emmanuel Adamtey. Nothing. You’ve scorned this bad bitch for too long. You remember what I said, don’t you? Never underestimate such a woman, coz she’ll mess you up and not be the least bit moved.”

With that, she readied herself to lift up the bat and cause more damage to him. He panicked at her action.

“Please, Aniyah, please,” he pleaded, his heart beating furiously, “we can work this out in a better way. Please.”

“Better way?” she scoffed. “Better way, you say?”

“Yes, yes, a better way,” he replied, nodding his head, the desperation on his face crystal clear as words tumbled out of his mouth. “Look. Please. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. For all I’ve done. I’m sorry. Whatever you want from me, I’ll do it. But please, don’t do this.”

She looked at him skeptically, not moved by his pleas at all. Holding it across her chest, she gave him that same look, then turned away, snickering to herself as she took a few steps away from him.

Managing to sit up, he looked at her and shook his head. “Huh. Imagine getting pummeled for some trivial crap. That’s new,” he muttered to himself.

A little too loudly.

“Wait, what?”

Those words came out with a sudden sharpness. Something in her had snapped upon hearing that.

“What did you just say?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she turned and glared down at him.

He felt uneasy at this point. The fire in her eyes blazed at a racing pace. He did not realize his murmur was that loud. And now he wished he had not let it out.

“Nothing, nothing. It was no-“

“You call what you did to me trivial?” she growled, the grip on the bat tightening as she clenched her teeth, infuriated by the word.

He shook his head vigorously, frightened by her actions. “No, no, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant…”

“You raped me, and you have the nerve to call it TRIVIAL??” she screamed, raising the bat and landing it heavily on his arm.

He screamed at the devastating impact of metal on his body as he fell back to the floor.

“No, no, no, please, I beg, I’m sorry…,” he gasped hurriedly.

It was too late. He had used the wrong word at the wrong time, and now all the fury and pain inside her had broken loose and all she could feel was an overwhelming desire to hurt him as much as she could.

“YOU RAPED ME! YOU TREATED ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! YOU DESTROYED MY F***ING LIFE! AND YOU SAY IT’S TRIVIAL! YOU STUPID BASTARD!” she screamed uncontrollably as she began to wildly batter him. His cries and pleas were drowned out by her angry screams, the memory of his cruel treatment the fuel that kept her hitting him with a rabid ferocity.

As she continued to pummel him with intense strikes, his screams of agony grew lighter and lighter. Particularly as her aim spread to different areas of his body. She didn’t care whichever part of his body got hit; what mattered was that it got hit.

Eventually, he went silent as she continued to yell out with each strike, “YOU MONSTER! YOU BEAST! YOU ANIMAL! F*** YOU! F*** YOU!”

After over two and a half minutes of extreme anger, rage-filled screaming and relentless clobbering, she took one last strike and came to a stop, breathing heavily. As she inhaled and exhaled loudly, she looked around her.

Her moment of rage had turned quite bloody. Red splattered all around the living room.

She raised her bat. Stained with blood.

She looked down at Adamtey.

An absolute bloody mess. His head split open, his face unrecognizable, his body broken, battered and bludgeoned.

His chest still. No rise to indicate an inhalation.

She shook her head as the reality of her actions dawned upon her.

Emmanuel Adamtey was dead.

All the pain and rage indwelling in her since the night he violated her and continued to treat her with no sympathy or compassion had been unleashed with the way he referred to it all as a mere trifle. All guns blazing. And he hadn’t survived the onslaught.

This was not exactly as she had planned. A broken leg was what she had aimed for, at most.

Taking deep breaths as she looked at the damage on her living room floor, however, the steely look on her face eliminated any possibility that she felt guilty.

Dropping the bat on the body, she walked over to the center table where her phone lay. She picked it up and dialled a number, putting the phone to her ear as it rang.

“Hello? Yeah, Police. Yeah, well… my name is Aniyah Johnson, and I just murdered a son of a bitch in my house. Are you gonna come and get me or not?”

Well…… very little to say right there. Brutal, that’s what I can say. Adamtey was certainly a scumbag, but… wow…

And that’s how season 2 ends, y’all! MTD Season 3 will return in April, God willing. In the meantime, though, the State is growing, and there’s more to it than our beloved Dolphynes. More riveting stories will be arriving while we wait for Season 3. Watch out for those!

Oh, and by the way, State of Dabar is on all the major social media platforms! Go ahead and follow them all, and get updates on what’s new and all that. Name is State of Dabar across all platforms.

Stay blessed!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP11 – Oh Ye Traitor

So it’s Valentine’s Day, and we’re edging closer to the final episode of this season. Discovered more readers over the course of time, and boy, am I glad y’all are following. Makes it all worth the plans I have for this State. Anyways… after this episode is the link for the Val’s Day story I promised, so prepare yourself for that. In the meantime, where doth the story go? Answer is below…

“Yeah, yeah, so you, don’t worry about it. Just let them know it was an error. I’ll handle it myself, alright?… Yeah, right after my interview. Alright… don’t stress yourself out, Rosa. We all make mistakes sometimes… good girl, good girl. Alright, then. Bye.”

Adamtey hung up as he turned off his engine at the car park of the radio station he was scheduled to appear on that morning. A little e-mail gaffe had been committed by his secretary, and she was tearfully apologizing. Adamtey had a lot of patience for that woman, however, and reassured her all was well.

He shook his head as he reflected on what he had told her. We all make mistakes sometimes.

Indeed. He wasn’t immune. He had made his own mistakes.

One of which was Aniyah Johnson. Thinking she was the sweetest source of satisfaction ever. He had not even remotely expected she’d become worse than a log. A flipping log! If there was anything Emmanuel Adamtey did not deserve, it was an inactive, unresponsive woman under him. Ticked him off more than anything.

Well, at least that’s over, he thought to himself as he opened the door and got out. She had been tossed out. Consigned to the Recycle Bin of his life.

As far as his new target was concerned, he had to wait. He had subtly tried getting her number from his lawyer, but Mr. Agbettoh was proving a little too hard. They had a little meeting that Friday, however, where they would go over the final details before meeting Larissa again, and Adamtey was intent on giving him pressure until he linked them up.

Nothing was gonna keep him from this one. Nothing.


Aniyah sat up in the backseat of her E250 and rubbed her eyes, looking in the mirror and finding them bloodshot and haggard.

She had not stepped into her house after returning from the Voltage Office last night. She rather spent the night crying and screaming in the car, deeply wounded by Adamtey’s treatment of her. His physical treatment of her over the past few weeks had been nothing short of horrid, but those words of his took things to a whole new level. After destroying her in so many ways, he had effortlessly discarded her and made her feel like she was devoid of value.

An absolutely soul-crushing experience.

Not to mention the persistent comparison with the lawyer woman he kept talking about. Even as she took the files from his car for him, he continued to compare her body with that of the other lady and proclaim her as absolute crap. His words were like a horrid confirmation of what someone’s silence had implied a few years back. Her past returning to kick her in the gut, harder than before.

And to top it all off, he literally kicked her out of the office, warning her to never set foot on the work premises again.

After sexually, physically, mentally and psychologically abusing her, he had just tossed her away. As if nothing about her mattered.

There was no doubt about it, Aniyah was devastated. Overwhelmed by anguish.

Taking a few minutes to breathe, she sat still, letting the little exercise fill her with a bit of calmness. Reaching what she felt was an acceptable level, she reached over and turned the radio on.

The station on her dial was holding its regular breakfast show, and who happened to be one of their panelists for the day?

Mr. Emmanuel Adamtey, of course.

Hearing his voice, she squeezed her eyes shut, her soul getting caught up in a raging tornado of heartache, grief… and anger.

She began to seethe as he spoke. Rage now spreading through her innermost being like a bad epidemic, the sound of his voice made her angry. All she could think about was what a heartless, despicable bastard he was for treating her like she had an inferior kind of blood and skeleton.

“Monster!” she spat, switching the radio off. That was definitely not what she needed to begin the day with. She’d rather listen to Cardi B.

She reached for her bag to get her AirPods. Rummaging through its contents, she realized they weren’t in her bag. “Ah, but where did I leave them?” she wondered out loud.

After a moment, it came back to her. She last left them on the couch where he had had his way with her. In his office.

“Ohhhh, s**t!” she cursed out loud, slamming her fist against the passenger seat. Shaking her head, she murmured to herself, “I’ll just have to go get myself some new ones now. No f***ing way am I going back there. Or letting him come here. Satanic beast! God knows what I’d do to him at this point in time if I saw him!”

No sooner had those words left her mouth than she suddenly frowned.

Wait. Was there an idea coming up?


“What? Are you kidding me right now?” Akinyi asked in disbelief.

“Hmmm. I heard the audio for myself. To think we were convinced that Diamond has a ride-or-die team behind her. Turns out Naa Shormeh is a two-timing, backstabbing witch. So many horrible things. None of which are true. Admitting to sabotaging the whole partnership thing, smearing Diamond black to a bunch of girls. Ugh! Traitor!” Kwame informed her, the disgust apparent in his voice.

“We had a susu-pon in our midst? Damn! I can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I, Aki. Neither can I. I mean, it’s bad enough that you’re pulling her back. But all kinds of nonsense, like how Diamond holds her parents to ransom and how she hates her brothers. Ah!”

“She’s sick. Spreading stuff that we all know is not true. Such witchcraft!”

“Well, your words come to mind, though. About how jealous ones will always be exposed. Here it is.”

“Indeed. With what you’re saying, it’s obvious Diamond has to get her out. Fast!”

“Chale, no joke. The Red Wedding statement kraaa is what scared me.”

Akinyi sighed. “Here we go. Mr. GoT on the analysis thing.”

“No, seriously. That Game of Thrones moment is terrifying. Terrifying and unexpected. So if she’s saying that, then chale, the level of sabotage she has planned… hmmm, it’ll be something else.”

“Okay ooo, Analytical Benson. I have heard you. I won’t argue with you.”

“But why would you even want to argue with me? You’ve never even watched Game of Thrones before. Even Jon Snow is a stranger to you.”

“Shut up, Kwame. Well, I have to get to the hospital this morning.”

Kwame’s snicker stopped at the mention of ‘hosptial’. “Mmmmm. Your IBS results?”

“Yeah, well… actually, they came out negative, but my auntie wanted me to do a second test at another clinic, to be doubly sure. In any case, I need to get checked up on the fatigue issue. Must be anaemia or something.”

“Yeah, I’ve experienced that before. Drains the life out of you. Well, keep in touch, bestie. Let me know how things go.”

“Alright, Mr. Benson. I will. And I sure hope Diamond gets that snake out. Talk to you later!”

“Oh, she better! Bye, doll.”


“Chale, this History of Western Medicine assignment no be easy oo!” Eric Ewudzi grumbled as he sat on a bench outside their lecture room with a few others colleagues, including Toby.

“I promise. The research alone be full-time job,” Wisdom agreed. “But thank God for Toby and Confi. The way them mow eh, chale, no jokes!”

“Oh, ahiaa,” Toby laughed as he took out his research papers. “Confi wey she get all the juice, chale.”

Confidence smirked. “Please, boy. I’m just a deputy shark here. You are the boss.”

“You diɛɛ, if I decide to debate with you, we’ll not solve this question…” Toby said in amusement. His phone rang, and he checked to see it was Oscar. “I beg, guys, let me quickly answer this, then we’ll start.” He answered the phone. “Yeah, Oscar.”

“Chale, emergency! You need to come to Rufai’s center. Something could go down.”

Toby was alarmed. “Why, what’s happening?”

“I just ended lectures, and I was driving to the nearest photocopy shop. I passed by that place and I saw Naa Shormeh’s car. That car she’s been driving to our place. And guess who I just saw heading to that spot?”


“Yes! Chale, I don’t have a good feeling about this. It might turn slightly ugly if care isn’t taken. I know you might be busy, but this be crucial.”

Toby was skeptical. “Ah, but do you really think things will get out of hand? Rufai’s place is a public side ooo. I doubt they’re ready to muddy themselves like that.”

“Toby, listen. Diamond told me she spoke to Shormeh this morning, and the witch told her she was meeting some girls to get them to agree to usher for the grand opening in the future. She said she deliberately told her she’ll be doing other stuff. I dunno why it didn’t occur to me, but… it could get ugly, bro. I need you here. Now.”

Toby sighed. “Fine, fine. I’m coming.” He hung up, then called Confidence to whisper into her ear what was transpiring. Looking concerned, she encouraged him to go, as he excused himself from the group discussion.


“But Naa, you be evil genius ooo! Herh! What you did to the Diamond girl, eh. Serious levels!” one of the girls said as they sat on the chairs provided outside Rufai’s center.

She smiled and shook her head. “Sister geh, it is smartness. Without strains of smartness in your genes diɛɛ, any fool can roll you over oo.”

“Abi you diɛɛ, you’ve rolled her over,” another one of them laughed.

“Of course. Ah, with all you have, you still want to fly, so that the rest of us will do what? BS!”

Some of the girls’ facial expressions changed as they noticed the object of their discussions approaching. They tried to draw Shormeh’s attention to it by making zipping motions with their fingers. Her eyes not on them, she continued to voice out her contempt for Diamond.

She eventually noted their actions, and immediately turned to see the reason for same.

Diamond stood there. She gave a mock clap as she moved closer to them.

“Well done, Naa Shormeh. Well done. Madam chorister. So this is the squad you claimed you would get to usher at the opening this morning? Fantastic work. Ain’t no stopping you now for real, baby girl.”

The gossip squad was stunned. Naa Shormeh was on her feet, a mixed look of guilt and shock on her face.

“Shormeh, I thought we were friends. I took you to be my girl. My bosom buddy. The girl I can vibe with for hours on end. Is that my crime? Is that why you’ve decided to assassinate my character and try to destroy my dreams? Really? What wrong did I do you? For you to tell these girls such blatant lies about me and my family!”

Shormeh was speechless. So were her cohorts.

“You were able to look me in the face and lie to me that things will be alright, when you knew so damn well that you were the very one working behind the scenes to ensure it won’t be alright? Ei, Shormeh? What kind of wickedness is this? How do you see me joke around with my brothers and turn around to say I hate them? How, Shormeh, how? And you just sat there and proclaimed that you don’t want to see me succeed. After we proclaimed there’s nothing stopping us? What did I do to deserve such hatred and fakeness?” she demanded passionately.

Not a word from the squad seated before her.

Diamond shook her head, the pain seeping into her voice as she continued. “Well, I don’t have anything more to say. I don’t know why my desire to soar high offends you so much. Just know that I bear you no grudge, but your role in my life ends from here onwards. Since my success troubles you so much, I’ll just do you a favour and show you the door so you don’t have to witness it.”

Directing her next couple of words to the other girls, she lashed out, “And to the rest of you, huh, so much for being campus champions for ‘We sisters gotta stick together’. Shame on you all.”

She turned to walk away, then halted and looked at them. “Oh, by the way, you know that you sow what you reap, right? When you sow betrayal, you reap betrayal. No wonder you have a snitch in your midst. That’s how I know.” With that, she walked off.

“Herh, how did she get to know about this? Who snitched?” Shormeh shrieked, obviously triggered by that last word from Diamond. She glared at all the girls around her, trying to determine who it was that leaked the information. One of them was caught looking away, a slight tint of discomfort on her face. She did not seem happy about Diamond putting that out.

“Herh, Gyamfua,” Lisa said, noticing the change in her facial expression, “are you the one? Is that the reason why you never talk?”

Gyamfua kept her eyes down, remaining mute.

Shormeh, interpreting her silence to be confirmation, flew into an absolute rage.

“You traitor!” she snarled. “You sold me out! You bitch!” following it up with a slap.

Chaos broke forth as some of Shormeh’s gossip partners also sprung on the mole in their midst. Some of the watching crowd moved to intervene, while some decided to whip out their phones.

Shormeh, meanwhile, ran from them and in Diamond’s direction. Triggered by the revelation that a snitch had sold them out, she thought she’d fight her for infiltrating her ranks, just to avoid the guilt of being caught.

She grabbed Diamond’s blouse and pulled it, dragging her ‘friend’ back. Diamond, immediately springing into defensive mode, turned and used her arm to break Shormeh’s hold.

Shormeh didn’t waste another second, lunging for her, arms stretched out, ready to grab her by the throat. “How dare you spy on me?” she hissed.

She didn’t anticipate, however, the reinforcements that came at top speed upon seeing her adversary getting attacked. Before her hands could touch Diamond’s neck, Oscar stepped in, blocking her. She stopped and stared fiercely at him.

The look on his face, however, was even fiercer. “You lay a hand upon my sister, and I swear you are gonna be having nightmares about me for the rest of your life!” he snarled, shielding his sister from further attacks.

The manner in which her vehement look reduced by a couple of degrees showed how seriously she took that threat. A couple of seconds later, and Toby stepped in front of her, his expression just as vicious as that of his older brother’s. “Are you still standing there?” he asked snidely.

She took a step or two back. There was obviously no wisdom in trying to attack Diamond’s brothers. Given how wild their facial expressions were, she’d be making a major error trying to do so.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Walk away, you two-timing snake!” Toby spat as she increased her distance. He then turned and put an arm around Diamond as he and Oscar walked her back to the car.

The owner of the shop, Mr. Rufai, came out, meanwhile, very displeased with the scuffle in front of his shop. He wasted no time in sacking everyone around.

“Hey! Hey! Get out! Out of here! Hurry up!! Leave, leave here! Such nonsense. You young people of today have no self-respect. Heyyy! Just leave! Now!”


In the office of Doctor Joseph Henson of Barton Hospital, he glossed over the two results in front of him.

Test results for Miss Akinyi Mwita.

He shook his head as he looked at the results of the previous hospital. “How in the world did they arrive at this diagnosis? Totally wrong! Hm!”


“Take it easy, honey,” Larissa said soothingly as her upset daughter, later that evening, laid her tear-stained face on her shoulder. “Take it easy. I know it’s rough to process. Just take it easy. I’m right here for you.”

Wrapping her arms around her mother, she let out a big sigh of sadness. “Maa, it hurts so much. My bosom girl was jealous of me all this time, and was willing to go to crazy depths just to bring me down. And she attacked me on top, acting like I’m the bad one! I don’t understand. I just don’t…”

“Hmmm. Some people just prefer to see you where they want you to be, not where God wants you to be. And when you disappoint them by moving on God’s path, they can’t stand it, and will do anything to veer you off track. No matter how stupid it is. You can never understand such people, baby girl.”

Diamond sniffed. “God, how I wish I had seen this earlier. I never would have entrusted her with that task. Ei! People are wicked.”

“Indeed,” Larissa agreed, holding her daughter tight. “People are wicked. But let’s be thankful to God that He exposed her at this point in time. Imagine if you had been unaware of this. At least you can still find a partner. Give her more time, she’d probably destroy your plans altogether. So I know you’re hurting, Diamond, and take time. But let’s be thankful. God has disposed of her.”

So the snake has been disposed of. Good riddance! And of course, the major point of interest is almost at its concluding point. Personally, I am so looking forward to the finale. Probably coz it’s one of mi personal favourite MTD episodes! Hehe. Stay tuned and let’s see how this season ends, and what’s at stake for the next season!

And as I stated earlier, here is your Valentine’s Day story, featuring Dabar’s beloved couple, Daniel and Larissa Dolphyne! Click the peecha below and get moved by our dearest #relationshipgoals!

NB: If you’ve ever wondered what Larissa’s full name is, you’ll see it here!
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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP10 – Tasteless Chewing Gum

And we’re in the month of love!! Thank God for being alive in the month of February.

With the feedback I got, it’s settled. Danny and Lari’s honeymoon it is for the 14th. Some of you wanted me to do their entire love story. Ebei! That’s an entire series on its own, lah. Have mercy on a student. Anyways, the link to that will be up on next week’s episode. With the drama that’s coming up in that episode, the love tins will even out what y’all will go through. Hehe..

Anyways, today’s episode has an interesting title. What does it apply to? Let’s find out…

“Oh chale, the water is finished,” Delphine said to herself, frowning as she looked into her fridge, full of cartons of fruit juice and stew containers and milk tins, but no sachet or bottle of water. Currently not in the mood for any sweet fluids, she was a little taken aback to see that she had exhausted her supply.

Not very pleasing. But then, it did give rise to an opportunity she loved to take.

Standing straight, she smirked as she said to herself, “Time for a little visit.”

She immediately headed for the door and stepped out, locking it as she made her way downstairs to the place she usually purchased her bottled water from.

As she walked through the hallway once on the ground floor, she heard a guy nearby murmuring to a friend, “Awurade, see boobs! The way I get, I go press press eh!”

“Chaleeeeee, me sef, I root! Gademmit!” his friend agreed in a low tone.

She shook her head and smiled scornfully as she maintained her direction. As always, guys were drooling over her. And as much as they tried whispering to themselves, more often than not, she heard their remarks about her body and how badly they would love to get her into their beds.

And despite loving how sexy she appeared to the outside world, it never failed to strengthen her low impression and utter scorn of the male species whenever they lost it at the sight of her. Not a tint of self-control whatsoever.

Hm. Men. So driven by their little soldiers. So f**king dumb, it’s just amazing. As to why it’s been said that men are the leaders is beyond me. These easy-to-manipulate dogs? Kai! See how they lose their senses over my cleavage and my ass. And they are meant to be in charge or whatever?

That’s why I don’t let them move to me like that. So they can have the rule over me and my body? Never! I have to be the one in charge. So forget all these hungry little bastards. I already got the one I want. And it’s all going according to plan. Edging him right into the middle of my palm. Only a matter of time till it’s complete…


Toby took a deep breath as he knelt beside the ice chest, getting ready to take out the usual 5 bottles of Awake.

He shut his eyes, asking God for strength to resist the lady at the door, whose ever-enchanting smirk and net blouse which did little to conceal cleavage was fighting his intention to resist her.

He opened his eyes and stood up, feeling a little surge of confidence. He walked over to Delphine and handed over the polythene bag as usual. “Here you go, Delphine.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?” she gushed as she received her usual order from him.

He sighed. It was time to start setting the boundaries. And for starters, those pet names, winks and air kisses had to go. Nothing weakened his resolve more than that. “Umm, Delphine? No offence or anything, but, I’d really appreciate it if…”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, ah! This Clement guy dey worry, lah!” she grumbled as her phone vibrated, barely hearing what Toby had to say. She pressed the reject button, a frown on her face.

“Clement? The guy on the second floor?” Toby asked. That was one of the guys who had been talking about Delphine in front of him a few days back.

“Yeah, that one,” she responded, looking pretty peeved. “He and some Adjetey guy have been disturbing me these past few days. Calling me and sending all kinds of text messages that they like me and blah blah blah. I know they want to have sex with me, but I’m not interested!”

Toby was surprised at her words. “Oh, wow. Hmmm. I see. You’re not that kind of girl, are you?”

A small smile returned to her face. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re thinking. I have nothing against sex. I’m just a different kind of girl.”

That answer piqued Toby’s curiosity. “Meaning?”

With that, the small smile gradually formed back into her sexy smirk. “It’s simple, really. I’m the kind of girl who knows what she wants, and will make damn sure she gets it. The regular girl loves it when a guy wants her and chases her and convinces her to get into bed with him. I don’t. Matter of fact, I kinda despise that thing, to be honest. I like to be the one in control. I like to be the one who comes after the nigga. Reel him in. Make him want me so bad, he’ll never wanna stop eating from the palm of my hand.”

Toby felt himself trembling as he heard those words. Diamond certainly had not lied about this lady.

Heartbeat on steroids, he knew the next question was not necessary, but emotions got the better part of him. “So, uh… y-you have someone in mind? Or something?”

The smirk glued on her face, she shrugged. “Possibly. And who knows who he could be? Could be in my class. Could be in the next block. Could be someone I think is very… cute. You know… someone who thinks I’m sexy. Who knows?”

With that, she sassily walked away.

Toby felt shaken as he closed the door. If there was any indication that Delphine had some ulterior motive for him, that had to be the biggest one yet. After all, she had called him cute the second time she had come around. He had blurted out that she was sexy before. And he certainly wasn’t the one moving to her; she was making all the moves.

It was obvious that setting boundaries was gonna be nothing but a fruitless venture at this point. The only wise thing to do was to cut her off. Totally. As the Bible made it clear, whatever it took to prevent sin ought to be done, even if it meant plucking your eye out.

But somehow, as much as he was terrified, he found himself very aroused. Even more than before. As scary as her way of thinking sounded, the thought of someone as voluptuous as Delphine wanting him brought some pleasure that a part of him was not ready to let go of.

Damn. I know this is wrong. I know what has to be done. But…


Diamond was finding it hard to believe what she had been told concerning her bosom buddy’s apparent hidden side.

The previous night, Oscar had had the rather difficult task of revealing to her the information Confidence had relayed to him and Toby. As expected, it was an absolute shock to her to hear this. With the bond she and Shormeh shared, it was nowhere near sinking in. Too many doubts about the whole thing.

As she and Oscar moved about town that afternoon, she was still struggling to process the whole issue.

“Ah, nahhhhh. Oscar, are you sure this girl is telling the truth? Because me, I still can’t process it,” she protested.

Oscar shook his head, getting a little irritated. This was about the fifteenth time she had asked. “Dee, that girl wouldn’t have come all the way just to come and fabricate lies. She and Toby are not that close, for her to just barge in and come and deliver this. And I know she’s not the greatest role model on campus, but I certainly don’t know her to be a liar.”

Diamond shook her head and leaned back, giving a ‘hmph’ as she crossed her arms. “It still doesn’t click. With the kind of pictures she showed me concerning the responses from those businesses, to the things she claimed about me. Doesn’t add up. Shormeh knows I don’t hate you and Toby. She’s seen us fooling about like normal siblings do, so where from that? And a sugar daddy. Really? Ah!”

She was interrupted as her phone rang. It was Edem.

Her phone being connected to the car’s Bluetooth, the radio cut off to indicate the incoming call. She pressed the receive button. “Hey, Eddy.”

“Diamond,” he responded, the tone of his voice not as light-hearted as it usually was. “There’s an audio I’m sending to you right after I hang up. Please, listen to it in its entirety. Then, when you are done, you’ll know what to do. In this life, there are some weights that need to be dumped off before you can make headway. I’m really pissed right now, but I no go talk plenty. Just listen, and you’ll know what to do.”

The line immediately went dead.

The two were stunned by that. A generally pleasant-tempered person, it had to be serious to get Edem so riled up. He really did sound like he was doing all he could to restrain his temper.

Not long after, the audio arrived. Having been silent since the call, Diamond quietly asked, “Umm, could you please park by the roadside so we listen to it?”

Equally as silent as her, Oscar duly obliged.

She began to play the audio.

Whoever had sent Edem that audio had to be one of the girls in the room, as almost everything that had been said that day was captured. They listened as the girls, in their hating speech, confirmed all that Confidence had reported. They heard how Shormeh had cleverly yet deviously used a number of mediums to deceive Diamond into thinking they had responded to the offer, when in fact, she had not only refused to contact them, but even spread those lies to some of those young CEOs to sully her image before she even began.

They listened as others also got their fair share of nasty shots, including Akinyi and Edem. They winced as Shormeh called Edem ‘Diamond’s little slave puppy’. A pretty emasculating comment. No wonder he was so angry.

Once the audio was over, the hurt on Diamond’s face was all too evident.

“I can’t believe this. I thought… I thought we were friends,” she whispered.

Oscar reached over and put his arm around her as tears began to run down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, big sis. I’m sorry…”


It was 7:30 pm, and at the Voltage Office, in the office of its boss, Adamtey had just completed having his way with Aniyah again. 

As Adamtey got up from the couch to put his boxers and trousers on, he turned to look at her, as she remained still on the couch, simply breathing in and out.

He shook his head. Tonight’s session was well below satisfactory, and it had been so for the past couple of times they had met. The attempt to spice things up the last time had gone nowhere; just a lot of screams of pain and cries afterward, which really annoyed him.

To think that he had deemed her an essential and indispensable part of his sex life a few weeks ago due to her incredible skills! Now he felt bored and sick of her. It was time to dispose of her.

Besides, now that he looked at her body properly, he found her sorely lacking in comparison to the lawyer lady the company was now dealing with. That woman was divinely gifted, and he knew that was what he deserved. Not this expired sex toy.

“You know what?” he said to her once he had put on his trousers. Still seemingly engrossed in her thoughts, she looked up at him from the couch.

“I’m tired of you. Honestly. For some reason, I thought sex with you was something I couldn’t live without. I somehow stupidly led myself to think that you’re the sexiest woman I could possibly meet. But here’s the truth: you’re nothing more than tasteless chewing gum now. You’ve lost your vibe. Or zing. Or whatever. But tonight was the worst I’ve had this year. And it just tells me you’ve really become a worthless piece of s**t.

“And anyways, I’ve discovered a woman whose body is ten times way more amazing than yours. A lawyer at that. Larissa, or something like that. More woman than you could ever even begin to imagine you could be. She’s the one I want now. Yet to convince her, but I have no doubt that she’ll soon be the one in my bed, and I can bet my life that sex with her will make me forget you even had a vagina to begin with.

“So, you’ve had your time satisfying me, but you’re trash now, so this is where it ends. After you dress up and leave this office, that’s the end. No more business between you and I. It’s over. Whatever amount of money you need, I’ll give it to you. But you’re no longer useful in my life. Hurry up and put on your clothes and get out of here!”

He turned to get his singlet and shirt, as Aniyah, still silent, sat up, tears starting to form in her eyes as she began to process the weight of his speech. Oblivious to her reaction, he took her car key and threw it at her.

“Get me my files in my car when you’re dressed. And take my cheque book too… nah, forget that. I’ll just do the MoMo thing as always… ah, what are you sitting there looking so morose about? Hurry up and get dressed and get me my files! I need to work now!”

Well, Adamtey says he’s done with her now. How is this gonna end? And with the traitor exposed, how’s that gonna go down? Two more episodes to see the answers to those questions!

OK now, so… the announcement for this week has to do with seasons 3 and 4. You already know how it goes: new episode every Friday. Well, due to academic circumstances, I cannot maintain that for the last 2 seasons, so here’s the deal…

Once we’re done with season 2 in the next 2 weeks, after the usual mini-series comes in as the hors d’oeuvre, episodes 1-6 of season 3 will be live on the site from 13th to 18th April, God willing. And episodes 7-13 will arrive from the 27th of April to the 3rd of May. The site will then be dormant till July (once I’m done with my final exams), then we can wrap up the final season of Meet The Dolphynes. I may switch to the #OVAV schedule for that (Mondays and Fridays), but let’s see what the Lord will do. In the meantime, 2 more episodes to go for this season!!!

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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP9 – The Witch

January is already over. Well, that was quick! (No, I don’t believe in that ridiculous but funny ideology that January is super long. Manage your finances well! 😤😤) And we’re in the final trimester of season 2. There’s a lot to come.

There are some important announcements I’ll be putting across today and next week. And I’ll need your input for today’s own. Deal? Thanks. So let’s begin…

“Hmmmm, Sammy is downhearted, isn’t he?”

“Very. It’s so apparent for everyone at the firm to see. He’s keeping it cool and all, but chale, Danny, the guy is devastated.”

“Hmmm. As soon as I saw the news, I knew it would hit him hard. It’s tragic. So tragic.”

“Extremely. But it’s his wife I feel for the most. I’m really praying for her, because losing your husband and daughter like that… God, the thought alone terrifies me, babe.”

Daniel nodded solemnly, the phone stuck to his ear. “I know, Lari, I know. Chale, we just continue to pray that God keeps us all safe… So, you’re done with the takeover meetings for this week?”

“Yeah. We should be wrapping things up by next week, hopefully. It’s been pretty smooth. Our best friend has behaved. And aside that little attempt of his to start small talk, we’ve not interacted much.”

“Oh sweet. So he hasn’t tried to get your number yet?”

“Ugh, hell no, and I hope not. He ain’t getting it.”

“Oh, come on, Lari,” he said teasingly. “Who knows, he might just be the most amazing man you’ve ever met. And maybe… something special might happen.”

“I’d rather floss my teeth with a live wire than let that special whatever happen. Tweakai!”

Daniel laughed out loud. “Oh lawd, Larissa, you are too much!”

“I know, baby. I’m a mood and an entire vibe!”


“Hi, Addy,” Aki said groggily as Adelaide approached her bed, looking very concerned. She had decided to take a quick detour from an errand to check up on Akinyi that morning, only to hear that the cramps were having their way with her.

“Aki, this is worrying. I know period cramps are bad, but this… hmmm,” Adelaide sighed as she took a seat by the bedside.

Akinyi shook her head. “It’s an on and off thing. Sometimes, I feel absolutely free, like nothing’s going wrong. Then there are days like this where I just feel awful…”

She trailed off as she winced in pain, the pangs striking again.

“Do you have a heating pad?”

She shook her head. “But I have a bottle I put hot water in to ease the pain. It’s in the kitchen. I think Auntie Grace…”

Just then, her aunt walked in, holding the bottle filled with hot water. She handed it over to Adelaide, who then placed it on Akinyi’s abdomen. Akinyi sighed and took a few deep breaths as she anticipated some relief from the pain.

“Awww, my dear mpenzi,” Auntie Grace said lovingly as she watched her niece. “It will all be well. By God’s grace, the new hospital should have us know exactly what is going on, so you can get the treatment you need and return to the 100% bundle of trouble you’ve always been.”

Akinyi nodded, smiling weakly. “Yes, Auntie. I believe that.”

“Adelaide, let me know when you’re hungry. I have some extra oats available,” Auntie Grace said as she exited the room.

“No problem, Madam Grace!” Adelaide responded. She turned to Akinyi. “How long has this thing been disturbing you, actually?”

After a moment of thought, Akinyi answered, “A couple of months. Initially, I thought it was nothing, so I didn’t really treat it as serious. It’s only after coming here that I felt I need to check on this.”

“So you never checked up back home?”

Akinyi shook her head. “Never occurred to me to do such. I guess I took it for granted. Caught up with a lot of personal and family stuff here and there. Breaking up with that toxic ex. My grand-aunt dying of cancer. My eldest sister’s divorce. There’s a lot I’ve had to endure back home. I love my family and all, but… it’s been stressful. Coming here to begin my tertiary education was such a welcome piece of news. Maybe I thought that was my body reacting to the stress. I dunno…”

Adelaide took her hand. “Don’t worry, Aki. I understand to an extent. Things aren’t always easy at home, either. Maybe I’ll tell you about it one day, but… I get you. And it’s pretty amazing how you maintain that hyper-mischievous sweet attitude through it all.”

Akinyi smiled, the pain easing off a bit. “Well, I can’t let the whole world know I have issues, can I? And I can’t let my issues change me to my detriment, right?”

“True. Although I must admit, it’s likely nobody in church would believe you if you said you have problems, you little talkative Energizer bunny!”

Akinyi giggled at that. “I know. Always on the move. Always talking. Always excited. That’s just Miss Akinyi Mwita for you. The fun-loving, high-spirited…”

“…sometimes-tomboyish NyaLuo doll,” Adelaide joined her to complete, smiling as she shook her head and gave Akinyi a kiss on the forehead. “You’re doing good, baby girl. And you’ll be fine. Whatever it is that’s the cause of all this will be treated, and we can see our troublesome cutie at 100%.”

Akinyi nodded in agreement, smiling as she sat up.

“By the way, if you’re not at 100% right now, where would you deem yourself to be at the moment?” Adelaide asked curiously.

Akinyi gave it a thought, then shrugged and said, “Somewhere between 65 to 80 percent.”

Adelaide did the facepalm. “And even with that, you manage to be so rascally? Oh Lord, some of us are in trouble when you hit the top!”

“Oh, of course! Once all is cleared up, it’s over for you and Kwame!”

“Lord have mercy on our souls!” Adelaide groaned as Akinyi laughed.


As the Historiography lecture came to an end, the hall quickly went empty, as the students rushed out, relieved for the lesson’s end.

“Eh, Confidence, my book oo. You haven’t brought it,” Mervyn said to her course mate who had just sent a WhatsApp message to her boyfriend.

Confidence put a hand on her head. “Eiii! Yehowa! Sorry oo, Mervyn. I just realized I left it in our BMC classroom. Lemme go and get it for you, wai.”

Mervyn did not look too pleased, but nodded. “Fine. I beg, hurry up.”

“Yes, madam,” Confidence responded, a slight hint of sarcasm underlying the response as she rushed to the lecture room in question. A lecture room most often secluded during normal school period. The BMC tag indicated when it was patronized the most: the ‘burning midnight candles’ room.

As she walked towards the door, she could hear voices from the classroom. Nothing new; people would often go there to hold discussions.

She opened the door and entered. There were about six girls sitting around one corner of the room, and her presence made them go silent. As she went for the book in question, though, the chatter between them started up again. She hardly had her attention on them as she made her way out of the room.

As she stepped out, however, a feeling of suspicion gripped her. It didn’t feel like those girls in the room were having just any casual discussion. She moved out of sight from the door, just in case one of them would step out and check if she was around.

Indeed, one of them opened the door, looked to see if she was around. Satisfied that there was nobody nearby, she closed the door.

With that, Confidence tiptoed out of her hiding place and leaned against the door, trying to be discreet as she could be.

“Oh, but me, I can’t stand her. She just bores me. So unfriendly,” one girl said.

“Ashock. Nasty bitch wei na she’s coming to do smoothie business?”

“Tweakai! That thing won’t succeed ooo. You diɛɛ, just watch and see. What haven’t we seen before?”

“Say it again oo, Lisa. Wetin man no see before? What annoys me kraaa is how she apparently wants to do it in those trailer things to be unique. Kwasiasem! Small drink thing too, uniqueness for the where? Ah, she dey bore me.”

“Look, she’s not a nice person. Do you know how nasty she is to her younger brothers? Always a fight between her and them. She holds her parents to ransom as well, acting like this petty, entitled little bitch so she can get her way. What pains me kraaa is that sugar daddy who is funding all this. With all this, she should succeed? Mtcheww!”

The girls gasped, as did Confidence, who continued to eavesdrop.

“Ei, are you serious? Sugar daddy! Herh, this Diamond girl.”

“See eh, I’ve been with the girl in the same office for a year, so I know what I’m talking about. She won’t relax too. She wants partnership on top. Someone should join her so they can do smoothies, juices, sandwiches and wraps. Such rubbish. But that’s why I’m where I am. She doesn’t know she’s smelling pepper small small.”

“Ei, saa?”

“Oh yes! She’s been giving me some targets bi to work on. She doesn’t know that I actually never contacted them. I found some sharp ways of creating screenshots to trick her and make her think she’s been rejected.”

“Wow! That’s serious! You were able to do that?”

“Oh, Lisa. Easy kraa. You think the internet is a joking distin? And that’s just the beginning. She said she wants to dream. She will see. It will do her like Red Wedding!”

“Hahaha! The Lannisters will send their regards!”

At this point, Confidence had heard enough.

Shaking her head in disgust as she moved away, she knew there was only one thing to do.


“Yeah, so small small. We’re still going slow, so chale, we’ll see what happens in the near future,” Oscar said. “But tell me about the Enel thing. Those rumours about Lemuel’s attackers…”

Toby nodded as he took a big swig out of the Sprite bottle in front of him. His mouth free after swallowing the beverage, he started in a low tone, “Yeah. So the thing is, it’s not armed robbers who attacked Lemuel near the fuel station. Apparently, they’re thugs hired by Nii Lamptey to deal with him for sleeping with Lebene.”

“Herh, are you serious?” Oscar gasped, keeping his voice low.

Toby nodded again. “Apparently, one of his boys caught wind of Lemuel frequenting the hostel and got suspicious. Rumours of certain sounds coming from that room only deepened it. So he intentionally went to visit her and left a charger there, the head of which had a secret recorder there. Someway somehow, she didn’t take it out before the next time Lemuel came over. The recorder caught everything they did. The guy went and showed it to Nii, and chale, the guy flipped.”

“Yehowa!” Oscar exclaimed, hands on his head. “Already, those two no dey so. After that fight of theirs at SRC Week. Lemuel get some serious nerve paaaa, to deliberately go after his girl!”

“Chale. Serious nerve. After refusing to pay Enel back what he owed.”

“Hmmm. Crazy things happen on a university campus. I can’t help but feel like Lemuel was asking for it, though. By the way, the water business, how far? Getting yourself a loyal clientele base?”

Delphine immediately coming to mind, Toby nodded. “Yeah, yeah, they’re buying, they’re buying.” That was all he wanted Oscar to know. Definitely did not to reveal how one client was low-key starting to seduce him, and how he hated and loved it at the same time.

“Nice. Any particular chic that’s been frequenting your store?” Oscar asked teasingly.

Definitely not the question he wanted to answer. Before he could begin to fumble over how to avoid or confess, he heard a familiar voice call out his name. “Tobyyyy!”

He looked at the door of the mini-restaurant they were in. It was Confidence.

“Ei, madam Confidence!” Oscar exclaimed amusingly to his brother as she walked to their table. “I see her and her boyfriend around my faculty a few times. Those two just can’t keep their hands to themselves!”

Toby grinned, shaking his head, half out of relief for being saved by the bell, and half out of amusement at the truth of his brother’s words. “I tell you. Confi naa, she’s an absolute trimud3, so all those lovi-lovi things no dey surprise me one bit.”

“Hi guys!” she greeted as she joined them at their table.

“Ei, na how come you’re here without Ernest? The love of your life?” Toby asked teasingly as Oscar snickered.

Confidence rolled her eyes and tossed her hair. “My baby love is busy in the library, if you must know. Making sure his GPA is as lit as the love we share!”

“Eeeeeei, Confi and her one-of-a-kind odo statements!” Toby responded. “By the way, it’s like I didn’t see you in class well, coz chale, you are looking fine oo. Damn!”

“Awww, you’re making me shy. Thank you, pumpkin bear,” she gushed, patting him on the cheek. Then her expression changed to a serious one. “All jokes aside, though, it’s serious stuff I have for you guys. Very important. Has to do with your sister.”

The two sat up.

“Guys, a lot of us have heard about the plans for the smoothie trailer she’s setting up. I, for one, love it, and you can be sure Ernest and I will patronize it. But not everyone is happy about it. And some of them are from her own camp.”

The two brothers looked at each in surprise, then turned back to look at her. She then proceeded to tell them what she had heard in the BMC room.

Oscar and Toby had their mouths wide open by the end of the story.

“Ah! Wait oo, so you mean… Naa Shormeh has been sabotaging Diamond all this time? Because she’s been complaining that all the prospective partnerships she’s been looking at have all failed,” Oscar gasped in amazement. “And it’s Naa who is in charge of it.”

“I didn’t hear her name, but does the Naa Shormeh you know fit this?” Confidence asked.

Toby nodded, a look of confusion on his face. “Yeah, yeah, it’s her, but… it doesn’t make sense. Like, why would Shormeh say all those things about her? None of them are true, and she knows it. From her hating us to the sugar daddy thing. She knows Diamond and us are not at loggerheads. She knows not even our baby sister can hold our parents to ransom, much less her. I just don’t get it.”

Confidence shook her head. “Toby, people are fake oo. They act like they love you when you’re around, but turn your back, and the vile crap they’ll say about you is insane. Especially when you’re ambitious and wanna make a name for yourself. As far as I’m concerned, that room had a bunch of Kyeiwaa ass bitches in there. And that so-called friend is the worst of them all.”

Oscar leaned back. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe Naa Shormeh would do this to her. With all the enthusiasm and excitement she showed towards the project…”

“I know, guys. I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But it’s necessary. Because as far as I heard, this is just the tip of the iceberg. The damage might not be major, but your sis has to get her out before she does cause a major one. She’s jealous of her, and with what I’ve heard, she could go to extreme lengths to bring her down if care is not taken. You need to tell her. As soon as possible.”

Well well well!! So Naa Shormeh is the ‘witch’ this episode’s title speaks of! How dangerous some friends can be! What’s gonna happen next?

OK, so for the announcement #1, here’s the deal: 2 weeks from now is Valentine’s Day, and a little idea came to mind – how about a short story on Daniel and Larissa? After all, they’re Dabar’s definition of #relationshipgoals (OVAV’s Kwabena and Ewurabena are a very close 2nd). The input I seek is, what should the short story cover? Their first date? The day they became a couple? The day Danny proposed? Their honeymoon? Or you got another idea?

Your call, guys. Whichever one gets more nods is what I’ll be delivering on the 14th, which will feature on Machshabah. Looking forward to your feedback!!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP8 – Lasciviousness

We’re already in the latter part of January. Chale, time goes fast! Anyways, we move on with the next episode.

By the way, on a solemn note, this episode is dedicated to my late friend, Paul Folivi. Two years ago by this time, I was an absolute wreck after he left us the previous day. Folivi, you’re gone, but I’ll never, ever forget you. Continue to rest in peace…

Alright, wipe away the tears and let’s get into the action…

“Ei, if Toby Dolphyne was rocked by this surprise IA, then nobody is passing oo!”

“Oh, please!” Toby scoffed, shaking his head at Wisdom’s comment as he stood up to exit the shuttle. “Someone might pass. I just wasn’t ready for this one.”

“Ayooo, I hear you, boss. Chale, later!”

“Yeah, later!”

Getting down from the shuttle at the bus stop just a few metres away from his hostel, Toby made his way to his beloved room 24, drained by what had been a pretty long day of lectures and a surprise IA. He couldn’t wait to get back to his room, throw himself on the bed and just lie on it and do nothing.

He found himself behind two guys from the same hostel as they trudged toward the building they called home on campus.

As they passed by a couple of the nearby shops, he looked at a few of them. In the shop which students frequented for photocopies, he saw a familiar face.


She looked quite busy, as she was standing by the photocopy machine, waiting a bit impatiently for papers to come out from it.

He turned his eyes away quickly. She looked too good in that red and black blouse and the jeans; his mind would begin to sway if he paid too much attention.

Her last visit had made it clear she had quite an enchanting vibe about her, and it was easy to get hooked. Diamond’s warning, however, rang clear in his mind, and he knew it was wiser to steer clear of her. She was yet to pass by again, so he had a lot of time to work on setting boundaries. If that didn’t work, he’d just cut her off. With what his older sister had told him, he knew this girl had to fall way behind the ‘Do Not Cross’ line in his life.

He wasn’t the only one who had noticed her, though. The boys in front of him noticed her too, and had quite a lot to say about her.

“Chale, that Delphine girl eh, the whole hostel, ibi she wey she be sexy pass,” the first guy said.

“I swear, chale. The way I get, I go eat am, eh? Walahi!”

“The girl get everything. Ass, boobs, thighs. Guy! The strokes I want give am, eh. She go make bo-legge for one week.”

“Hahaha! Clement, you fool oo. Just like how you do that Suzzy girl?”

“Aswear down! But chale, that girl trigger me paaa oo. Some sexy crochet crop top bi she wear, wey she send me pics before she come my room. Oh lawd! The way I make heated before I eat am! Adjetey, never be easy. I sure sey the whole floor hear am as she dey moan.”

“Chale! I no enjoy since I eat that Lisa girl last month. Chale, I lick am, suck am make her eye get before I enter. Recently I dey target that Kwartemaa girl, but she be jon girl. No Kissing Baby tins sorr she dey do. Kwasia line sei! Now diɛɛ, ibi this Delphine girl I go target.”

“Me sef, I go do wild. Coz Jane diɛɛ, the way she no dey make I enter start dey bore me. Just kissing. Two days ago, I dey try remove the blouse then mia her breasts, she say no.”

“Ah! See some foolishness…”

Toby just smirked and shook his head as he remained behind the guys, hearing their illicit escapades. This was nothing new in his hostel; Clement and Adjetey were just a few of the guys in the hostel who lived for ‘firing as many girls’ as possible.

Anyways, it was pretty clear that they had an eye for Delphine, and were planning to make moves on her. All the better for him. Now she’d have other guys to deal with. Guys who were clearly more willing to get into bed with her. Maybe if she noticed their attention, she’d leave him alone and he could focus on enforcing the boundaries even better.

“All the better for me. She can focus on these dudes who are happy to get into her knickers,” he said to himself as he entered the hostel, turning left and leaving the two promiscuous boys as they switched from tales of lasciviousness to complaints about losing bets.


“So, good news, right? I don’t have irritable bowel syndrome!” Aki asked her auntie as they walked out the entrance of the clinic.

“Oh, definitely. But… you know my drill already,” Auntie Grace replied.

Akinyi sighed. When it came to issues of health, for some reason, her aunt was never really satisfied with one test report from one doctor. She would always insist on having another test done at a different health facility. It could be annoying, but surprisingly, effective on a number of occasions. She still didn’t understand why she refused to stick to one particular doctor, though. That would undoubtedly make life easier.

“So, we go to another hospital?”

“Exactly. Even with this place, some of my colleagues at work were unsure of this doctor. The reports I got were a little unsettling. So there’s one hospital Mrs. Narh suggested. Gave me her doctor’s contact. An excellent doctor, from what I’ve heard. We’ll go to him as well and see.”

“Ugh, I’m tired of these hospital visits, Auntie Grace!” Akinyi complained.

“I know, Akinyi. I know it gets tiring. But it’s all for your good. You’re not more tired of these visits than those persistent cramps and bloating, are you?”

Akinyi shook her head. “Well, no. Definitely not.”

“Exactly. Let’s just do this, find out what’s wrong, and have it cured. I know it’s nothing serious. You’ll be fine, mpenzi.”

Akinyi smiled and nodded her head as she grabbed her auntie’s hand. Being called ‘sweetheart’ in Swahili. One of the easiest ways to put her in ‘baby girl mode’.


“Ugh, this isn’t working! Even the ones I’m finding on Instagram aren’t willing! What’s this?” Diamond burst out, pretty distressed as she received yet another disappointing message.

Naa Shormeh, sitting next to her, gave a big sigh. “I know, Dee. It’s pretty frustrating. You’ve seen the screenshots, right? It was frustrating. Maabena Adjei, not interested. Mawuli, not interested. Jo Baron, not interested. Chale, it’s tough!”

Diamond sighed and folded her arms. “This is tougher than I thought. I know partnerships can be dicey, but… I didn’t think literally nobody wants to do one.”

Shormeh shrugged. “Oh well… one of those things.”

“Yeah, I guess. I’m probably expecting too much too soon, though. I mean, there’s still a whole lot to be done. Let’s just keep moving. At the end of the day, the journey is what counts.”

“Yes, indeed. The journey is the memorable one,” Shormeh agreed.

“Uh-huh. Those are the moments that are worth looking back on when the success has arrived, you know. I’m just picturing a day when the business is booming and people wanna know the story, then I can tell them about moments like this, when I let out bursts of frustration because my ride-or-die shawty had the prospective businesses all bouncing her, and it was irritating then, but now I can laugh about it, coz it was all a part of the process…”

Shormeh nodded as Diamond trailed off, leaning back on the couch they were seated on outside Shormeh’s house.

“Excuse me for babbling plenty, wai. Just letting my mind run free a little bit,” she said, smiling at her friend.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. None taken. You’re free to dream. I know all about your dreams,” Shormeh responded. “Remember all those times we used to chat in the storeroom while putting the files back in their place?”

“Oh, lawd, memories! Those were some awesome moments. It was that day Leo got a heavy blasting from Mr. Donkor that I mentioned the whole thing to you, right?”

“Exactly! That was the day. Mr. Donkor was in one of those silly moods of his. He and his flippant temperament.”

Diamond laughed out loud. “Oh chale! One minute, he’s all gentle and nice, the next moment he’s screaming at everyone. We were trying to swerve him after that drilling, if I remember correctly.”

“Yes! That’s when we started talking about what we want to do with our lives, and you spoke about how you wanna have your own business and be a successful entrepreneur and carry on the success your mother has. And I spoke about going the way of law. That’s unfortunately gone a little flat right now. But yours is coming to fruition, despite all this. We move.”

“Yessss! And we’ll keep on moving. Ain’t no stopping us now!”

“We’re on the move!”

They punctuated that with a high five, laughing as they took their bottles of Beta Malt and drank.


The time: 8:00 pm.

The location: Voltage Office.

The inhabitants of the building: Emmanuel Adamtey and Aniyah Johnson.

She had reluctantly submitted to his demands, convinced that any plot to escape from him would not be successful, as he’d eventually find her. A very difficult and painful return, as having to allow him to sleep with her was a Herculean task.

The few times they had met and had sex had her spending a substantial amount of the rest of the evening under the shower, sobbing and willing the water to wash away the pain and the filth that had engulfed her since that awful night. Once it didn’t work, she’d move to her room and lie on the bed, wishing the night would remain still and prevent a new day from appearing. Life had become a living hell for her.

Through all this, Adamtey did not seem the least bit bothered. All that mattered to him was getting his share of satisfaction.

“Listen, I’m getting bored of the way we’ve been going about things,” Adamtey said as Aniyah reluctantly took off her blouse. “You’ve been very boring in bed recently. You’re like a f***ing log, and I think a little variety is in order. So tonight, I’m having it from behind.”

Aniyah looked at him in horror. She might have been a freak in the bed, but she had her preferences, and anal sex was an absolute no-no for her. Following what had been a solo experience – a painful one at that – she squirmed at the very thought of being penetrated from behind, and had throughout her years of promiscuity made it clear to her lovers that she despised that. Many respected her choice, a few called it off for that reason, but she had held firm to that.

However, would Adamtey be understanding?

Even as she opened her mouth to speak, she knew there was no chance of an affirmative answer to that question.

“Ummm, I-I-I-I-I don’t like anal sex, Mr. Adamtey,” she stuttered nervously.

“Huh? You-you-you-you-you don’t what?” Adamtey responded harshly, glancing scornfully at her.

As expected. He wasn’t going to be nice. Already beginning to tremble in fear of what could be ahead, she opened her mouth again. “I… I said…”

“I heard what you said. And you must be stupid to think I had you come here to tell me what and what not to do.”

Aniyah’s eyes began to tear up. In her head, she rained even more curses upon the night she accepted his proposal. If only she had known that night that saying yes to him would be one of the worst errors of her life.

“Please, Mr. Adamtey, I beg you, not this. Please,” she pleaded mournfully, tears running down her cheeks as she went down on her knees.

Adamtey was hardly moved by her pitiful pleas. “Look here, I needed you here for a reason, and that reason is to give it to you from the back. Now if you don’t get your brainless self up and strip down quickly enough by the count of three, the slaps that will come your way will scatter the few particles of sense you have in that empty brain of yours.”

As he began to count, Aniyah’s pleas grew louder and more tearful. At the count of three, he delivered a nasty slap that had her seeing stars float around about her as she crashed to the floor.

“Kwasia like that! You think I’m playing games? Get up and be fast with it!” he barked above her.

She was too terrified to disobey at this point. She knew what would happen if she didn’t do as he pleased. She forced herself to rise up and unzip her skirt, her hands shaking violently as she did so.

Running out of patience, Adamtey shook his head. This girl was fast becoming a drag to have fun with. He muttered, “Looks like I have to get this done myself…”

She shut her eyes, embracing herself for the excruciating wave of pain bound to follow as he came from behind her and roughly pulled down her skirt and panties and prepared to carry out his desire.

The walls of the empty hallway were the only ones to hear the screams that followed…

Sigh. Adamtey really is an irredeemable monster. He needs his comeuppance soon and soon enough! Well, stay tuned for an interesting turn of events next week!

Meet The Dolphynes

Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP7 – Mary Sarfo Benson

This week’s episode, as you can tell by the title, has a lot to do with the ‘cousin from Canada’. Let’s see what’s going on with him, and the name in particular…

“Hello, Madam Dolphyne.”

“Yes, Mr. Adamtey.”

“Ummmm, so, uh, thanks for putting me in order back there. I, uh, I guess I got a little lost in my emotions when he attacked me…”

“No need to thank me, Mr. Adamtey. I was just doing what had to be done.”

“Yeah, yeah, true. So, uh, what do you…”

“Excuse me for a minute, Emma. Lari! Mr. Adedeme needs to see you outside, ASAP!”

“Oh yeah! Chale, lemme go see him before he chews me up. Good day, Mr. Adamtey!”

“Oseeeyyyyyy Adamtey!!”

He smiled as the boys followed eagerly behind him, showering adulations on him. The clean-up exercise he had organized that day certainly had had the effect he wanted – a connection with the grassroot supporters. For all those who had come to help out, he had handed out some GHc 20 notes as gratitude for showing up. Certainly the major reason he had the young boys shouting his praises.

Giving them a few words of encouragement, as well as an assurance that his party would return to power to set things right, he drove off, satisfied with how things had gone that afternoon. From the look of things, the switch to full-time politics was going to be flawless and successful. And the takeover was bound to be completed sooner than later.

But of course, he also had that lovely lawyer in mind. It was hard to erase that voluptuous beauty from his brain. Not to mention that tough side of hers, which excited him too much for his own liking.

He had tried being friendly with her after the previous meeting, where she called him and that other idiot to order. She had maintained a pretty formal front, however, choosing to keep her business boundaries. Mr. Agbettoh did mention that she tended to be the kind who always preferred to keep it professional where necessary.

Not that he was bothered, though. Seeing her twice, he already knew what he wanted from her, and no ‘business boundary’ or ‘formal front’ was going to stop him from getting his newly found desire.

“Let’s see how formal she acts when I’m making her scream from behind while I spank that fat ass of hers,” he murmured to himself, a wicked smirk on his face as he drifted off into visualizing the last words to come out of his mouth.

His phone rang, with the name of a well-known journalist appearing on Truecaller. Adamtey shook his head, his filthy little imagination interrupted. An interview was in order, and he could already tell he was going to be irritated by the line of questioning. “Time to give these fools the Adamtey treatment.”


“Yeah, so as far as the children are concerned, Toby was the major headache for Daddy and Maa. Super troublesome. A lot of the time, he knew what he was doing was not good, but chale, some adoknerism spirit bi. That kind of ‘body no be firewood’ mindset some,” Oscar was saying as he, Adelaide, Kwame and Akinyi walked back to the car after a night out together at the A&C Shopping Mall. A ‘double date’, so to speak.

No doubt, the four of them had had fun. From Akinyi freestyles to her trolling the boys over her success in the fantasy league that week, to the girls groaning and rolling their eyes as Kwame and Oscar fiercely debated different aspects of Game of Thrones. A pretty enjoyable night out.

Kwame laughed. “I can only picture him driving Auntie Lari crazy in those days.”

“Oh yeah. We were young, so my memory’s not too sharp on most things, but I remember he got her pretty pissed on a couple of occasions. He has a streak of stubbornness in him, and to be honest, I have it too. Shows in how we sometimes don’t really take advice.”

Kwame gave him a side eye as he said that. “Oh, I know that side. I definitely know that side.”

Oscar laughed sheepishly. “Don’t remind me, Kwame. I know I best trust your instincts now.”

“Well, I certainly was a handful,” Akinyi announced, an unapologetic smirk on her face. “My two sisters and brother said I used to be this little terror in my toddler stage. Always doing what I was told explicitly not to do. And I loved to target the quiet ones. Always disturbing the calm ones. Like Adelaide.”

Adelaide rolled her eyes. “Oh, of course. Nobody is surprised. If you told us you were the shy, quiet, reserved type, I’d never believe it. This little lady is just an strange bundle of infuriating mischief and adorable innocence. How does Auntie Grace keep up with you at all?”

Akinyi giggled mischievously, refusing to speak.

Shaking her head as the rest continued to talk, Adelaide took out her phone as a notification came through. Taking the opportunity to go through WhatsApp statuses, she opened Kwame’s own.

There was a seemingly old picture of a lady, with the caption, “Always and forever, Mama…”

“Kwame, is that your mother in the status? Such a lovely lady?” she asked as they arrived at the place where the car was parked.

Kwame gave a small, sad smile. “Yeah. Mrs Mary Sarfo Benson. It’s 15 years since it happened.”

The three nodded silently, understanding what he meant. An awkward silence followed, the ladies particularly feeling unsure of whether to ask what would be a touchy and sensitive question.

Kwame sighed as he sat himself on the bonnet of the car, obviously willing to answer the unasked question for them. “Still remember it like it was yesterday…”

“Good morning, Mama!”

“Good morning, sweetheart!” Mary greeted, giving her only son a hug as he came out of his bedroom. “Had a good sleep?”

“Yah, yah. I dreamt about her again.”

Mary grinned. If there was anything she was regularly updated on concerning her only child, it was his love life. A hopeless romantic who was happily married to the love of her life, she always made her desire to see her only baby experience a love story as beautiful as hers.

So when he told her about his latest crush, she was super invested, even to the point of living out their glorious wedding in her head. “I see. So, today be today, eh? My dear Kwame gets together with The One?”

Kwame nodded, grinning. “Hopefully. I’m hoping for the best.”

“Eiiiissshhhhh! My boy is a big man ampa. All the best then. Go get ready for school!”


“Kwame, the bus is ready!” Mary called out as he washed his bowl in the kitchen. “Hurry up and get moving!”

“OK, Mama! I’m done now!” he called back as he ran out of the kitchen and grabbed his bag on the chair at the dining table. “So, I’ll see you both later in the evening.”

He patted his father on the back and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek before rushing out the door to ensure the bus would not leave him behind.

“Remember, you owe me a detailed account of how it went when I come back home!” she yelled as he went out.

“Of course, Mama! No doubt about that!”


“Alright! I’ll see you guys later!” Kwame said, waving as he left his friends at the entrance of the Upper Canada Mall. It was 3:30 pm, and after class, there was nothing more enjoyable than breezing through the mall, just window shopping.

He had a little agenda for not joining his friends as they headed home, though. He was going to wait around the parking lot for Renata.

The girl of his dreams.

He took out his phone and checked out the text message that had come through while he had left the mall. It was from her. “I’m almost there.”

He smiled.

A Caucasian girl of average height, flowing long hair, piercing blue eyes and lips that easily rivalled that of Angelina Jolie, she had joined his school not too long ago, and he had been smitten by her from day one. He had successfully struck up a friendship with her, and now it was time to tell her how he felt.

As would be expected, he was feeling slightly nervous, wondering if she’d say yes, decide to think about it, or reject him. He took a few deep breaths as the third option came to mind, almost sending him into a panic. “Calm down, boy. Don’t let your mind wander into unnecessary territory. It’s gonna work out. Besides, Mama will blast you for chickening out at this stage…”

His phone rang. Excitedly, he held it up, checking who it was.

It was his father.

Slightly irritated, he rolled his eyes as he answered. “Hello, Dad?”

“Kwame, you need to get here. Quickly!”

The tone in which his father said that left him feeling quite concerned. It did not sound like all was well. “Where, Dad? What’s wrong?”

“Southlake Regional Health Centre. Your mother’s got a bad case of food poisoning.


Kwame arrived at the hospital, already a bundle of panic, fear and anxiety. He stood before the reception, flustered and frightened, wondering which ward his mother was in.


His father’s voice came from the right side of the reception. He rushed to him, the questions immediately tumbling out of his mouth.

“Oh my God, Daddy, what happened? How did she get poisoned? Is it serious? Is she gonna be alright?”

Clayton grabbed his hands. “Let’s stay calm, son. I don’t know how it happened. I got a call from her workplace about her throwing up, getting weak and passing out. I really don’t know how; she must have bought something expired on the way to work or so. Let’s just pray, because she apparently has a slightly weaker immune system or so.”

Trembling with fear, he took a couple of deep breaths to get his heartbeat calm. “Alright, Daddy. I’m gonna be calm. She’ll make it.”

“Indeed. She’s in the emergency room right now. Let’s just pray.”

For the next two hours, Clayton and Kwame remained in their seats near the reception, passing few comments, mainly praying in their heads for Mary’s swift recovery. It was agonizing two hours, as both Benson men alternated between despair, hope, trepidation and confidence multiple times at a go.

By 5:45, Kwame was dozing off. Beginning to alternate between staying awake and falling asleep, his head began to fall forward, only to twitch as he moved too low.  He snapped out of his half-slumber upon hearing an unfamiliar voice.

“Mr. Benson.”

He and Clayton looked up to see the doctor looking down on them. They immediately sprung up, looks of hope and anticipation of good news on their faces.

“Doctor! How is she? Is she alright? Can we see her?” Clayton asked anxiously.

The doctor looked quite uneasy at the barrage of questions aimed at him. “Umm, Mr. Benson. Your wife… it was one crazy case. Never seen anything like it. Looked like it was something really toxic in the last food your wife ate that caused this.”

“Doc, I get all that. But please, is she OK now? Can we go see her?” Clayton asked impatiently.

The doctor sighed. First sign of bad news.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Benson, but…”

The rest of the words were irrelevant to Kwame’s ears. The first two were enough to make his stomach sink in horror.

Mary Sarfo Benson, according to the doctor, did not survive. Whatever it was that poisoned her spread too quickly, and her immune system was badly destroyed.

Clayton grabbed the doctor by the cuff of his shirt. “Doc, don’t lie to me. Don’t lie to me! Where is my wife? I want to see my wife!”

The doctor had a look on his face that conveyed absolute regret and heartbreak at having to issue this bad news. He whimpered, “I’m sorry, Mr. Benson, I’m sorry. We did our very best…”

Having shaken the doctor a few times, in utter denial of the news, Clayton stopped. “No,” he whispered. “No. no. My Mary. My sweet Mary. Please, tell me it’s a lie. Please. Tell me my wife is still alive! Please! PLEASE!!” He grew hysterical with each syllable, the doctor putting his arm around him.

Kwame fell to the floor, struck hard by the crushing reality that suddenly came down on him. “NOOO! GOD, NOOOOO! GOD NOOOOOOO!!!” he screamed uncontrollably as nurses rushed to him.

How could this be?He had seen her that morning. Had breakfast with her. Been told to hurry up for the school bus. Given her a kiss on the cheek. Promised her he’d see her that evening and give her the full account of how his proposal went. And suddenly, she was gone? Dead? Just like that?

This was too much to take. Just too much…

“Kwame?” asked Akinyi in concern, noticing her bestie’s expression changing.

Tears filled his eyes as his lower lip twitched, clearly shaken by the memory of that fateful day.

“It was the worst day of my life,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “My beautiful mother. She just left. Suddenly. No warning. God, my life came crashing down that day so hard…”

“Oh, Kwame,” Akinyi said, drawing close to hug him.

A tear from each eye ran down both cheeks as he whispered, “I still miss her so much. I miss her so much! If only I’d known that morning was the last time I’d see her…”

With those words, his breaking voice gave way to bitter sobs, as his reliving the pain of losing her was too much for him to keep a straight face.

Oscar and Adelaide, moved by his sudden breakdown, moved to join Akinyi in embracing him. For about a minute, the four of them just stood in a big huddle as the three comforted Kwame, clearly traumatized by his painful memory. There were no words from any of them; the only sound was that of Kwame crying, as he mourned his mother.

Oscar was the first to break away, rubbing Kwame’s back and whispering, “We’re here for you, Kwame. It’s OK,” before moving to open the car doors.

Adelaide, who couldn’t help but leak a tear herself, whispered to him, “It’s OK, Kwame. God is your strength.” She patted him on the head, which was buried in Akinyi’s shoulder, and stood back.

The little lady kept her free arm around his neck as he began to sniff. As he raised his head, Akinyi held his face. “Kwame, I can only imagine the pain you feel, and I know it’s irrelevant how long it’s been; it’ll always hurt. Losing a parent that way will always hurt. Just know this: nobody can ever fill that void, but if anything at all, we’re always here for you. You have your dad still here. You have the Dolphynes here. And you have me. You’re my best friend, Kwame, and I love you so much.”

Wiping his eyes, Kwame nodded slightly. She gave him another long hug, shushing him as he sniffed.

“Come on, sweetie,” she said as she bade him get up from the bonnet of the car and hooked her arm in his, “let’s get you home.”

Sad story for Kwame. Hmmmmm. The pain of losing some that dear so suddenly never goes away. No doubt about that…

Well, that’s it for this week. The story continues the following Friday. Continue to stay tuned! We wanna see how things will go with Diamond’s business, Toby and that “Delilah geh”, and of course, Adamtey and Aniyah. Continue enjoying the distin!!

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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP6 – Delilah’s Laps

Second Friday of 2020 already, chale! Well, time moves, so do we! And here’s another episode of the ongoing story. With a pretty interesting title.

Not too much time to waste here, let’s see what’s going on…

It was 12:08 am as Serwaah sat up in her bed, her daddy’s question on her mind. Arms folded as she continued to think about it in the dark, her brain continued to struggle to find a convincing answer, because she knew the answers she’d come up with would be easily dismissed as childish.

Looking at her twin brother, who was sound asleep on his bed, she still felt a tinge of anger towards him. She hadn’t been free with him the rest of the day, although she had reluctantly communicated with him to prevent the rest of the family from noticing.

It was extremely difficult to find anything convincing. In fact, all that came to mind was the numerous times Anasah had been protective of her. The number of times Larissa joked about him being the ‘first of many walls to leap over’ before getting through to her. How he had put the Sadeeq boy on blast that last time. And the more these memories popped up, the weaker grew her desire to hold on to her offence.

The truth she eventually had to arrive at after more deliberation was this: Anasah’s actions may have been hurtful, but he had done too much in the past for her to justify holding the feelings of bitterness at that little slip-up which he immediately regretted. It made way more sense that she let it go and restore back to factory settings.

In any case, it was quite a deviation of character on her part. Being the sweet one who hated to see her older siblings and parents sad or upset and always eager to put a smile on their faces, this was not the real Serwaah Dolphyne.

Her ego defeated by this truth, she bowed her head, and whispered a brief prayer.

“Dear God, I’m sorry I stayed mad at Anasah, after all he’s done for me. Please forgive me.”


As Daniel’s Honda CRV moved out of the house later that morning, ready to take the twins to school, he drove forward a bit, then stopped by the wall and changed the gear to P. He then turned to the youngsters at the back. “Aha! Serwaah, I gave you the whole of yesterday to come up with an answer. I hope you have one for me now.”

Serwaah had a pretty sheepish look on her face as she shook her head. “I… didn’t get a good answer. I realized there was no reason to hold on to my anger.”

Daniel chuckled at her response. He had seen them get ready together since getting out of bed, with the ‘little princess’ chatting with her obviously surprised but relieved twin as if nothing had ever happened. “I thought as much. I wasn’t expecting you to give me any good answer, anyways. There’s no good reason to hold on to anger. None at all.”

He then turned the engine off and continued. “That’s a lesson you both ought to note down. Staying angry over offence never helps you, especially when the person has shown remorse. I’m a counsellor, and I’ve seen what holding on to offence can do. It’s horrible. Just ask your mother what she’s had to endure in her extended family. There’s a reason why you guys only get to see Auntie Jayla and Uncle Clay. Just ask her one of these days, and you’ll understand.

“As for offence, it will always come. Whether you like it or not. But you do yourself a favour by choosing to forgive, instead of remaining offended. Keep holding on to the hurt, and before you know it, it’ll fester into something horrible, and lives are ruined. So don’t waste your heart and spirit on clinging to offence; you’re only killing yourself slowly.”

The twins nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I promise to be more forgiving from now on. No more staying angry,” Serwaah promised, placing an arms around Anasah’s neck.

“Wonderful! And by the way, here’s a little something I want you two to do from now onwards. When you pray for us, especially your mother, add a prayer for her family. Alright?”

“Yes, Daddy!” the two responded.


“Look here, Mr. Man, I don’t appreciate those silly shots you’re taking at me. I’ve done my best to ignore you, but if you want to get into the gutter, best believe I can go that low!”

Emmanuel Adamtey had been triggered. To his credit, though, he wasn’t the initiator. The first day of talks had been smooth and uneventful, with him on his best behaviour. However, this particular day had a bit of drama. One executive, who seemingly harboured a lot of animosity towards him due to his political reputation, could not resist taking a swipe at him while he spoke. And his reaction was pretty swift and biting as always.

The aggressive executive, unwilling to back down, sarcastically responded, “Oh please! As if you’re not already inhabiting the gutter. With all your pathetic, fallacious and offensive statements day by day. Spare us that crap!”

Ignoring his lawyer’s pleas to not fall for the bait, Adamtey sprung to his feet. “Oh wow! So you’re one of the blind defenders of that pitiful excuse of a government. Well, too bad, you confused sycophant…”

In the midst of calls for order and pleas for both parties to stop, Larissa rose to her feet. “Gentlemen, please!” she called loudly while knocking on the round table as hard as she could.

The conference room grew silent as all eyes were on her.

“Mr. Adu, I am very disappointed in your conduct right now. Your attack on Mr. Adamtey is totally unwarranted. Disagree with him on political issues if you want, but please, as long as we are here, we’re dealing with business, and it is required that we put up a professional conduct,” she rebuked the aggressive executive.

Then she turned to Adamtey, her look just as stern as it was with Mr. Adu. “Mr. Adamtey, I understand you’ve been provoked. But please, try and hold yourself together. It doesn’t help anyone in a setting like this if we all react to certain things. Do you understand?”

Still looking annoyed, but slightly mellowed by her words, he murmured, “Sorry, everyone,” and took his seat. His aggressor, looking embarrassed at this point, muttered same.

“Thank you both. Mr. Chairman, you may proceed.”

Adamtey had his eyes on her as she took her seat. As normal proceedings commenced and he maintained his gaze at her, he found himself losing the anger and getting triggered again. In a different way. In a different place.

S**t. I never thought a woman’s fierceness would turn me on like that. F**king hell, I gotta get to her…


“Ugh, I don’t know what you see in being in this corner of the hostel. So boring!”

Toby rolled his eyes as he opened the door to Room 24, his older sister right behind him. “It’s a nice side of the hostel to be at. That’s all I have to say.”

“That’s all you have to say? It’s a nice side? Ah! Loser,” Diamond muttered behind him as she took a seat on his bed, taking his laptop to check on his Netflix app.

Grinning as he went to check on the bottles in his ice chest, he said out loud, “Besides, sometimes, the juice I hear from these corners when people come to stand around here and talk, eh…”

That caught her attention. “Ei, what juice is that? People cheating on their girlfriends? Girls using the desperate ones for entertainment?”

“You are now interested? I won’t tell you biaaa. You said it’s boring. Keep that information registered in your forehead, please. It’s a boring place, that’s all you need to know.”

Diamond shook her head as her eyes switched to the screen in disappointment. “Annoying boy,” she muttered, ignoring his mock request for the Dolphyne Air Kiss.

The door knocked a couple of seconds later. “Must be one of my customers,” he said as he went to the door.

Opening it, the sight before him forced him to to suck in a sharp breath, his heart suddenly pumping furiously.

It was Delphine.

Clad in a simple brown blouse that displayed quite a substantial amount of cleavage, and ripped denim hot pants. If Toby had been captivated by the jumpsuit, this certainly sent him into a brief moment of stupor. She looked so damn steamy.

It took a moment to snap out of that stupor. He shook his head as she stood at the door, looking amused but somewhat pleased at how enchanted he was by her curves. “Oh, uh, sorry, Delphine. I… uh…”

“Never mind, boo. I’m cool. 5 as usual,” she said coolly, smiling and handing him a 5 cedi note.

After doing the usual, he took the polythene bag to her, he said hurriedly, “Oh, umm.. By the way, I’m so sorry about the last time you came here…”

“Oh, don’t be sorry, honey. Let’s just say I was… pretty flattered,” she said slyly, giving him a leery smile as she rubbed his arm gently.

As he felt a reaction to that, he heard Diamond say, “Ah, so this boy is actually watching Iron Fist? That yawa show. Ah.”

“Please, I can explain,” Toby responded as he handed the bag over to her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the reaction downstairs.

Delphine’s facial expression had suddenly changed, though. It looked a bit like she was jealous upon hearing the voice of another girl in his room. “Your girlfriend?” she asked rather stiffly.

Toby was puzzled, but shook his head. “Uh, nah, that’s my older sister.”

The look on her face immediately changed to relief. “Oh really?”

He nodded.

“OK, cool, cool. That’s nice. Well, thanks, baby. See you later!” she smirked as her eyes travelled downward to notice the developing bulge. She blew a flirtatious kiss and walked away. He loudly responded, “Bye, Delphine,” while keeping the door open and stepping back, taking a few breaths and mentally ordering the spongy tissues downstairs to lose the blood.

It took a minute for them to heed his order. He sighed in relief as he finally closed the door.

Diamond looked at him in concern as he sat down. He rolled his eyes. “Look, they say it’s the worst of the Marvel Netflix series. I just wanted to see how bad it is. And I agree, it’s pretty weak. And by the way, I don’t care what you and Oscar say, it’s Daredevil over Jessica Jones any day of the week!”

“Delphine?” she asked, indicating her attention was not on the series he was watching.

His expression changed. He nodded nervously. “Uh, yeah. Delphine Awittor, if I’m correct.”

“Fair babe, with a devastating body?”

He raised his eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s her. You know her?”

Diamond sighed as she put the laptop aside. “Yes, Toby. I know her. And now that I’ve seen she comes around here, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

She faced her brother.

“Toby, I know of that girl, and unless she’s changed, I need to be honest with you: you have to be careful in your dealings with her. That girl is so damn hot, it’s ridiculous. But she’s the kind of girl you must be wary of.”

Toby was silent.

“She knows she’s one hell of a sexy girl, so she uses her body, and she uses it damn well. Plays with your libido by displaying those bad curves. Reels you in with flirtatious actions and stuff. Leaves you aching for her. And before you know it, you’re a pawn on her chess board. She’ll have you wrapped around her little finger. Treat you like a puppy on a leash. And things usually don’t end well for her victims.”

Toby’s heartbeat increased as he heard this.

“Peter, one of my classmates, he told me about how she seduced his best friend into sleeping with her. Chale, the guy was super attached after that. This girl strung him along aaa, then suddenly dumped him. And the way she humiliated him when he tried to beg. Toby, to date, Peter said the guy wants nothing to do with girls; he’s still traumatized.

“So please, for your own safety, take this seriously. I don’t know if you’ll set boundaries or cut her off, but whatever it is that will be best, please just do it. Before she has you fawning and ogling over her. That will empower her to exercise some control over you, and once that happens, you’re lying on the laps of Delilah. Do you understand?”

Toby nodded, feeling relieved to an extent. “Dee, the way she acted just now mpo, to be honest. It’s… it’s… pretty seductive. Like she enjoys you having an attraction to her…”

“Hmmm, so she’s not changed. Well, now that you know, don’t give her the chance,” Diamond urged, putting her arm around his shoulder. “I know, she’s got an incredible body, and that catches your eye. We all know sey body never be firewood. But to allow her to overcome you will only bring future events that are overwhelming, in the worst ways possible. It’ll never, ever be worth it. Protect yourself. You might be a loser to me, as evidenced by the series you’re watching, but you’re my little brother, and I don’t want any dangerous chic messing you up for anything.”

Toby shot her a hard look. “I said I’m checking how bad it’s supposed to be. It’s lame! The Punisher is way better.”

“Continue with your explanation, wai. I’ve heard you.” Smirking in triumph as he rolled his eyes in exasperation, she pulled him close and hugged him. “But I mean what I say, Toby. Promise me you’ll protect yourself.”

“Yes, Diamond. I will,” Toby said, nodding confidently. “I’m keeping boundaries between myself and that girl from now onwards. I don’t need any stress in my life.”

“Good. Now, the juice you mentioned, it includes those examples I mentioned, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Chale, the debauchery I hear at this side during the hours of 1-2 am is not a joke at all!”

Well, let’s hope he ensures such. No be every meat man for chop. And that definitely applies to that Adamtey pig too!! Stay tuned for next week’s episode!

Oh, and by the way, shout outs to all who have been showing us love on Instagram. @stateofdabar is the name!

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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP5 – Spanner In The Works


Welcome to 2020!!

Issa new year, y’all!! I’m so thankful to be alive in this new decade! The 2010s were quite a formative decade. My prayer is that we will be preserved by the grace of God throughout the next couple of years, and we will fulfill divine purpose. In Jesus’ name, amen!!

Well, it’s back to business in Dabar. What’s happening with the despicable rapist and his poor victim? And the newest entrepreneur in town? And yeah, the twins too, what’s up with them? Why is Serwaah pissed off with her bro? Let’s find out…

“Mr. Emmanuel Adamtey!” said Mr. Ebenezer Agbettoh, his lawyer, as he stepped out of his car, looking extremely dapper in his navy blue Luxurazi three-piece suit.

“Eben!” he enthusiastically responded, grabbing his lawyer’s outstretched hand and shaking it. “Good to see you. I’m looking forward to how talks will go. I have a very good feeling about this.”

“Same here, Manny. So far, talks with the legal team for Mr. Bruce have been smooth, so hopefully, these next few meetings should be but a mere formality.”

“Wonderful,” Adamtey responded in delight as they both walked into the hotel and headed for the conference room.

As far as business was concerned, Adamtey had everything going in his favour. Having established the Voltage Office as a formidable insurance brokerage firm, despite having a rather unusual name, he was ready to have it taken over by another, knowing the profits would be most rewarding.

In any case, he was applying for a desired position in his party, and given the level of support and backing he was receiving from many of the stalwarts and supporters, he was most certainly guaranteed to get that position. He may have had a lot of haters, but his party people literally worshipped him for being a ‘necessary thorn in the flesh of the useless government of the day’.

As he followed his lawyer into the conference room and took his seat, he took out his phone and opened his WhatsApp, sending some messages.

As he placed his phone on the table, a number of sharply dressed executives entered, some of them passing by to greet him, which he graciously responded to as Mr. Agbettoh informed him who they were as they left.

Then, one elegantly dressed lady entered the conference room.

The minute she stepped in and Adamtey’s eyes fell upon her, he couldn’t help but whisper, “Wow.”

She was absolutely gorgeous. One of those once-in-a-lifetime kind of ladies who could capture your attention so easily without even trying.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she greeted a few of the seated executives, then moved to where he and Mr. Agbettoh sat. His lawyer got up and gave her a handshake. “The one and only Larissa Dolphyne. My future Chief Justice!”

She laughed. “Ah, Eben, you won’t let this thing go, eh!”

“Never! Please, that seat is yours, whether you like it or not.”

“Ayooo, I hear! How are you doing?”

The two engaged in a brief light-hearted chat before she gave Adamtey a handshake, a formal greeting and went over to her client.

His lawyer took his seat and said, “Larissa Dolphyne. One amazing lawyer right there. Worked with her way back in the Attorney General’s department, and she’s something else…”

Adamtey nodded. His attention, though, was hardly on her credentials as a revered legal practitioner, as his counsel continued to relay to him. His focus was on what he saw. And he loved it.

Damn! She is so beautiful. And look at all those damn sexy curves of hers. Gademmit! Haven’t seen boobs and booty as delicious as this in ages. F***ing hell!


“Herh, chaleeeeee!” Edem exclaimed as the video playing on Diamond’s phone came to an end. “I had no idea Toby and the little princess were that great at dancing. Damn! I even feel useless right now. Me that all I can do is some aloo shaku shaku.”

Diamond laughed. “As for Toby and Serwaah, don’t joke with them. The way they prepared for that ceremony. When Toby told the MC he and Serwaah had a little performance for our uncle and auntie, they weren’t expecting that, at all!! But chale, when they finished, the whole place was ablaze!”

“I wish I had been there. What! Dance skills paa nie! It’s Serwaah kraa that freaks me. You can see she’s meant the dance like something.”

“That’s my baby girl for you. Whether it’s in the bedroom or the studio where she goes for dance lessons these days, the girl is all in! No jokes!”

“Nice, nice!”

Their little car convo was cut short when Diamond’s phone began to ring. She checked who it was. “Oh, it’s Shormeh. Hopefully she’s got some good news for us.”

She answered and sat up. As the conversation progressed, however, the look of expectation on her face dissuaded, and disappointment took over. Her hopes for the call were not being fulfilled.

“Hmmmmm… Chale, it’s not easy kraaa oo. Oh well, no problem, Naa. We’ll just keep praying and trying. And hoping for the best. Alright. Bye.”

She ended the call, then put up her legs on the dashboard, looking quite frustrated.

Edem looked at her in concern. “No luck from Shormeh’s end?”

She shook her head. “The three restaurants we decided on at our last meeting turned out to be a bust. She said none of them sounded the least bit interested.”

Edem shook his head. “Oh, slow. But I thought the ones we settled on would be happy to help support.”

“Yeah. That’s what she said at the meeting. But… none of them gave a positive response.”

“Hmmm. Some of these established businesses are quite picky about these things, to be honest. Maybe we should just stick to looking for the ones also starting up. They should be more willing to take us on.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Hmmm. At least, we tried.”

“Definitely. So now that we know how that’s gone, let’s go fishing for a few newer ones and see how that goes. At least, we’d expect things to be a little tough there, so it’s no surprise. We’ll just keep trying.”


“So, can I now begin my exposition on why Sark is the greatest ever to do it?”

“Massa, massa. I’m not ready for you and your plenty explanation distins. Just play ‘Mary’ for me.”

Edem shrugged. “Oh well, that’s also a good idea, mi lady.”


“So, lemme get this straight. There was a class test, and while you, Anas, managed to top the class, while Serwaah actually got the lowest score. And the kids in class have jumped on it to make fun of her since yesterday, with one of them making a joke about her confusing dance for science that got you laughing. And she saw you laugh, and that’s the reason why she’s upset?”

Anasah nodded, a guilty look on his face. Serwaah, meanwhile, stood a distance away from him, looking very cross.

Daniel sighed. He had noted some iciness between the two of them earlier that morning, and had been wondering what was going on. Thoughts about an urgent review meeting that morning, however, ended up dominating his mind, so he focused more on that.

Upon coming to pick them that day, however, Anasah immediately stated he had something to tell his father when he arrived. And that was the information he had received as he stopped by the shop they bought their snacks from to listen.

“Daddy, it was a mistake! I mixed up the answers for the questions! And all of them are making fun of me as if I’m stupid! And Anasah too was joining them!” Serwaah interjected furiously.

Daniel held up a hand. “Relax, Serwaah. I get the whole story. I get it. Just calm down.”

She obediently grew silent.

“Anas,” he started, turning to his youngest son, “you know what you did was wrong, right? As far as I’m concerned, Serwaah is no idiot. At least, she’s always in the top 7, so for your classmates to jump on that test and troll her is very silly. Even if she didn’t mix up the answers, she’s no average student. It looks like they are simply jealous of her, since she’s doing well in academics and dancing. You know that very, very well.

“So as for laughing with them, it was very wrong of you. You don’t do that to your twin sister. When silly little kids want to mock her, you don’t join them. You defend her. Even if she does wrong, you tell her backstage. But you never, under any circumstances, join the world to fire bullets at her. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he responded, his head down.

“Good. Now apologize to her.”

He turned to his sister. “Serwaah, I’m sorry I laughed at you. It won’t happen again.”

The peeved look on her face, however, did not change. She folded her arms and turned her nose up in the air, blatantly refusing to acknowledge Anasah’s plea for forgiveness. “Leave there!”

Daniel was not pleased. “Serwaah!”

“Daddy, I don’t want to talk to him!” she whined. “It really pained me to see him laughing at that stupid joke…”

“Young lady, stop it,” he demanded sternly, cutting off what would have been a little tirade. “He’s apologized to you. What more do you want him to do?”

She kept her arms folded, looking determined to hold on to the anger within.

“Serwaah, put your hands down and listen to me.”

She quickly obeyed.

“Your brother has said sorry to you. He has seen that what he did was wrong. I know you’re not happy with what he did, but once he has apologized, there’s nothing more than to forgive and move on. If I may ask, what do you get out of staying angry with him?”

She looked down. Her expression was changing a bit, but traces of anger remained.

“Tell me right now. By staying angry at him, do you feel good about yourself? Do you feel like you’ve achieved something great with yourself by refusing to forgive him?”

These questions hit her young mind hard.

As she struggled to open her mouth to speak, Daniel put up a hand once again. “You know what? Let me not give you pressure. Dig deep and come up with an honest answer for me tomorrow morning. If it’s very solid and relevant, then you can keep being angry at him, alright?”

Without waiting for an answer, he turned and switched the car engine on. “Let me take you guys home.”


Tomorrow evening. 8 o’clock. My office. Don’t even think of being absent. Or else…

This WhatsApp message Aniyah was hoping would never come through appeared on her phone screen. Parked not too far from Diamond and Edem in her car at the West Hills Mall, she had Shoprite bags full of junk food beside her in the car. Her attempt at trying to numb the pain.

The message, however, sent her into a traumatic flashback, as memories of him forcing himself upon her in her weakened and dazed state came to the forefront of her mind. Panicking, she rolled down her window, gasping for breath as she tried to put herself together.

As she regained stability, she slumped into her seat, her hand across her forehead.

“Oh God, no. Please, no,” she murmured tearfully.

The number was not familiar. But there was no dispute about who it was.

She had not heard from him in a while, and she had hoped he would not get back in touch. Unfortunately, the message on her phone screen proved that that was not to be.

The last thing she wanted at that point was to have any encounter of any kind with that man. Everything about him just sent horrid shivers down her spine. Even hearing his harsh voice on radio made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge.

She was at a fix as to what to do. The most obvious thing to do was to report to the police. But she had a very low level of trust for them and doubted any report would make any impact. In any case, the threats he had issued had her pretty terrified, and with the political links he possessed, she didn’t think it was mere talk.

Could she run away from the capital and find someplace else? It sounded like an idea. But where? And wouldn’t he find her eventually and do something worse to her? It seemed too possible.

Could she tell someone? Who? And would they believe her? Wouldn’t it be simply dismissed as an attempt to soil his reputation?

The reality was, she had no idea what to do. The only option seemed to be the one she didn’t want.

Reluctantly return to him and permit him to have his way, lest he do something terrible to her.

Another message came through from him.

And you better hope I’m in a good mood when you come, because I’m yet to understand what flimsy excuse it is you have for having the audacity to block my other number.

She simply leaned back, her eyes to the sky as tears ran down her cheeks.

I curse the day he came my way in that restaurant…

Poor Aniyah. And as for Adamtey, where his eyes are heading to… smh. Well, what happens next? Second Friday will tell.

Once again, welcome to 2020!! Trust me, this is the beginning of bigger and greater things, and having you along on the journey is a great pleasure! And as far as blogs go, you can also visit MACHSHABAH if you want to see more about me, and WORD TO ARCHIPPUS if you want the word of God.

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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

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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 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 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 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!