Short Fiction

Drama in the Hall again

Facet 6

It was exactly one week after Nhyira’s graduation. He wasn’t excited about the class he got. His parents had given him their piece of mind and that pissed him off. Most of the “Boyz-boyz” he used to “roll up” with had better classes than he had which came as a shock to him. Nii-Nii graduated with a second class upper. Even Agbagblaja and Adjie had second class too. Anderson had first class, which was normal for him because he was the brilliant one among them. He was the one who got girls attention when they “rolled up” and moved together. Aside the fact that he was smart, he was decent and neat too although he wasn’t so handsome. The good looking one was Nhyira; but his stupidity was beyond him.

He sat still, reflecting over the previous years. He admitted he liked Nyamekye except that she wasn’t his class. He had spent all the money he received from Nyamekye on Gina– that slim curvy dark level 100 girl. She was such a beauty. She was smart too. He had heard that she was the top student in her Engineering class. He became attracted to her personality and had sworn to get her by hook or crook. His “Boyz-boyz” mocked him so they cast a bet and gave him six months to win the young lady’s heart. He bragged about doing that in less than three months. So his journey to win Gina over began.

He started by smiling excessively at the young lady and stalking her around like an aimless simpleton. Since the lady’s room was just two doors away from theirs, they occasionally bumped into each other. Each morning, he’d go greet her, ask how she was doing and begin each phrase with “please” amidst his awkward smiles, while his left hand was behind him and the right was busily scratching his head. One time, he deliberately accidentally dropped a jar of water while passing beside the lady on the corridor of their resident hall. He quickly knelt and wiped the droplets of water that had splashed on her feet with the oversized white shirt he was wearing. For weeks, he portrayed that “good guy” attitude. The young lady had no choice but to reciprocate his act with some kindness. That’s how their friendship started.

He lied to Nyamekye and coaxed her to send him extra money since they were buying so many books.

“Nyamekye, this semester has really been tough for me. We keep buying books upon books. I don’t want to bother you, but you know you are the only one I have. Please, just this last time…” He pleaded with her.

“But Nhyira, I sent you two hundred cedis just last week. I don’t have enough now.”

“Please! Please Nyamekye, I don’t want to be in the bad books of this lecturer.”


She had hung up on him. Later in the day, she sent him an amount of hundred cedis.All he did was spread this Gina girl with the token he received from Nyamekye. He was so excited about their newly formed relationship and bragged among his “Boyz-boyz” that he had finally won the girl over. Everything proved he really had, so they gave him funs and nicknamed him “Champ”. For weeks, everything seemed fine. Nhyira did not forget to buy the lady Hajia’s fried rice every Friday evening. They texted each other almost every day and they were both flirty sometimes. Till one day, he met Gina with a tall older guy whom she introduced to him as her boyfriend. That day, he was completely broken and disirganised. That was when he realized that he had been played while he thought he was the one playing. To make matters worse, the girl had the nerve to question why he stopped buying her Hajia’s fried rice.

“Hey dude,” Gina called him from the staircase.

In his usual confused awkward looking demeanour, he smiled and trotted back towards her.

“Hi, xup wth you?”

“I’m good,” she answered sharply, “hope you’re good too? And you’ve stopped coming around on Fridays with Hajia’s fried rice.”

“Yeah, that is true. My dad lost his job and I’m kinda broke too so…” He lied.

She had sympathized with him and wished his parents more success so they could both “roll up” like they used to.

He vividly recalled how it was so easy to get Nadia, the girl who used to play hard to get. He didn’t have to act so good nor “spread” her so much; Gina was something else. She had trapped him with her reactions and left him alone in the maze she created. He had believed all the sweet talks she used to tell and about having a baby with him. His head got swollen and he kept sponsoring her. Afterwards, he realized how stupid he had been.

For weeks, he avoided his “Boyz-boyz” for fear that he might be mocked which they actually did and sympathized with him for some time. That semester, his grades suffered badly and his GPA dropped drastically. He thought that was one of the reasons he didn’t get a better class like the rest of his colleagues did.

Short Fiction

Drama in the Hall again

Facet 7

It was exactly 8:00 in the evening and Nyamekye couldn’t wait any longer for the relationship tips hosted by Serwaa on her favourite TV channel. The last time, she was enlightened on the argument of choosing between a “dabi dabi ebeyeyie” guy or “abindada” guy. The Guest was smart enough to have twisted the question and answered the Host from a different angle. Today, they were tackling: What women wish their partners knew while they were in a relationship or marriage and what men wish their partners knew while they were in a relationship or marriage. The Host invited two guests for the show. They were both married.

“Good evening, my lovely audience. Today, our honourable guests are Mr. Agbesi and Mrs. Mendz. They both have partners and each has been married for not less than ten years. Hence, we can trust most of the ideas they would be bringing forth. Mr. Agbesi is the founder of C & C multimedia group while Mrs. Mendz is an entrepreneur; she’s into the sales of cosmetic products. She is also a renowned dermatologist. Mr. Agbesi and Mrs. Mendz, welcome to my show.”

“Thanks. I’m honoured to be here.”

“Thank you Serwaa. Hi, lovely audience.”

“Let’s get starting. So Mr. Agbesi, erm sorry. Ladies first, so I guess I should start with Mrs. Mendz. Mrs. Mendz, you told me early on that you have been married for twelve years, right?”

“Yes please”

“Alright. Before we get to the main question, please tell us how you met Mr. Mendz.”

“Eeeiii, Serwaa, please don’t do this to me.”

“Please, please tell us.”

“Okay, but I won’t give details. He was my Junior High School teacher…”

“Your teacher!”

“I anticipated this reaction; that’s why I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Please continue.”

“He was our Maths teacher. I was bad at mathematics so I went to him often for clarification of details. He even organized a one on one after school classes with me. That’s how we became close and I kept in contact with him through Senior High School and after my diploma in dermatology, we got married. That’s all.”

“Thanks for sharing. That was quite short but it’s okay. Mr. Agbesi, please tell us how you met your beautiful partner.”

“I met her later in life while I was doing my national service unlike Mrs. Mendz. I was and I have always been a shy reserved guy. It was hard for me to approach ladies. Although I was always in their midst and made friends with them, to tell a girl I loved her was very hard for me. I remember back in High School, there was this girl– Alexis. She was one of my close friends. One time, she called me and asked whether she wasn’t pretty enough. I told her she was, then she replied and asked why no guy asked her out like the other girls. I knew that was the perfect opportunity to tell her how I adored her but I couldn’t talk. Serwaa, those times were quite embarrassing for me. Meeting Mrs. Agbesi was rather a blessing to me. If she hadn’t made much effort, I would have been single even now. When I was posted to the Tema harbour to do my service, I didn’t befriend anyone. Like I said, I’m reserved and shy sometimes. There was this one girl however, who was constantly calling and bothering me. She was a talkative. She kept following me around. When it was break time, she would come and drag me out of my seat to have lunch with her. Gradually, we got aquainted and the relationship blossomed. She made it easier for me to propose to her. We got married after I got a well paid job and we have lived together for fifteen years.”

“Wow! That’s an interesting one Mr. Agbesi but I’m not certain that you’re shy.”

“I am. I had to muster up courage before I came here.”

“Okay, we’re pleased that you showed up. Now to our main topic of discussion, Mrs. Mendz, what do you wish your partner knew in your relationship or to be objective, what do you wish men knew in a relationship or marriage?”

“Hmm, I’d want to talk about just one; that is the issue of headship. I don’t know about other religions, but with the Christianity religion specifically, those of us who use the Bible, we know that the man is head over the woman. This means the woman ought to respect the man, which is very necessary. My problem is sometimes, men misconstrue the definition of being the head. With some men, they think ordering the woman around is what being head means while others simply think that if they make all the decisions without listening to the woman’s opinion, then they are really demonstrating their authority. I have spoken to some men who claim that as a man, you should make the woman fear you, so they go to the extremes of even beating their wives to show their “man power”. But Serwaa, this is not an issue to take lightly. It is high time these young guys were educated and taught about what leadership or headship requires. It’s not being tough, it’s not being “Mr Always Right”, it’s not being harsh, it’s not commanding respect; instead, headship is being considerate, it is being tender, it is being affectionate, it is admitting you’re wrong sometimes. Thank you.”

“Wow, those words are really inspiring. So my young guys, headship is being considerate, tender, affectionate and admitting you’re wrong sometimes. Thanks Mrs. Mendz. What about you, Mr. Agbesi?”

“I must admit that my co–guest Mrs Mendz has done an awesome job. I’ve learnt a lot myself. Thanks for the education. Women! Sometimes, I wish there was one word to describe women; but there’s none. You’re our capable partners and we love you for that. Just that I, in fact we, don’t understand why you ladies change after getting married. You suddenly stop taking care of your bodies, your hair and everything. You stop being caring, loving and sweet. You begin to nag and behave like our mothers. It’s something that really bothers us a lot. Don’t stop looking gorgeous after the marriage or even after giving birth. Don’t behave like our mothers too, complaining and nagging about everything; it’s heart-aching. Well, that is all I …”

At this point, Nyamekye was too sleepy to focus on the show. She turned the television off, changed into her nightgown and embraced the warm hugs of sleep.

Short Fiction

Drama in the Hall again

Facet 8

It was another wonderful weekend. Nyamekye did not know how to spend her day. She was tired of reading the novels and outside felt boring. She wanted to have a conversation with someone. However, Auntie Efua was as usual snoring loudly in the inner room. Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door and the visitor intruded without waiting for a response. She was probably in her mid forties just like Auntie Efua except that her hot appearance made her look twenty from afar. She wore a brick red cap over her low cut hair. Her cap matched the tight pair of trousers she had on. Her ears were double pierced and she wore earrings on all the holes. She looked troublesome. She adjusted her top, eyed Nyamekye quizzically and asked whether Efua was around. Nyamekye replied that Auntie Efua was in the inner room. The troublesome woman removed the gum she was chewing from her mouth and placed it behind her right ear, she then dropped her pair of glasses to the top of her nostrils and peeped at Nyamekye above the glasses.

“Did I hear you say Auntie? Who is your Auntie?”

She chuckled hard and walked into the inner room. For a moment, Nyamekye was completely blank. She couldn’t make meaning of the woman’s reaction. She brushed it off and went into the inner chamber to ensure she hadn’t let in a stranger. She had already woken Auntie Efua up and they were exchanging greetings.

“Nyamekye, come here. Meet my friend AJ, she’s a former classmate. We were both in the same high school– Achimota. AJ, meet Nyamekye. You remember her right?”

“Of course, why would I forget that brat.”

“AJ, please, please it’s all in the past now. Nyamekye you may leave.”

“Efua, you’re really a good woman you know? Not all can do what you have done.”

Nyamekye got back to the hall amidst the confusion while AJ and Auntie Efua were hooked up in their conversation.


It had been two days since the troublesome woman stayed put with Nyamekye and her aunt. She kept stirring trouble for the two but they tolerated her since they knew her stay was temporal. She was finally leaving but before that she thought of telling one or two things.

“Nyamekye or whatever you call yourself, I’m leaving. But I think I have to correct you on this: Efua is not your Auntie so stop calling her ‘Auntie Efua’. Your wicked mother stole her boyfriend and gave birth to you. Fortunately, she died along with that cheat in a fatal accident which serves them right. Calling her ‘Auntie’ only reminds her of the pain. I wonder why none of your family members accepted you and the same Efua had to cater for you. Shameless brat.”

She chuckled her hard chuckle and left the shocked poor girl to her fate not forgetting to bang the door behind her.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Niibi says:

    🙏👍 Nice Piece


  2. adams2020 says:

    The story is really getting more interesting. I love it

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Gyasi says:

    Getting better and better….
    Thumbs up


    1. Thanks dearie…..


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