BURNT OUT II

 

..........................................“My name is Nana Abena Amponsah.”

“Nana Abena, I see a young man in front of you. He loves you but you both have to be careful because I also see a young lady behind your man and she has designs on your man because of his money.”

“Is that so?” and what money? George Oppong was a struggling graduate like herself.

“Young lady, spiritual issues like these shouldn’t be taken for granted. If you would, you should sow a seed, a seed t……………………..”

“I am really sorry but what should I sow a seed for? A prophecy that spells doom on my relationship? Tell God I don’t sow such seeds.”

The man quickly backpedaled and said he wasn’t asking her to sow to him but to her church. And you are giving me this prophecy all out of the goodness of your heart, I see. Either way, Esther had no intentions of sowing any seed for this particular prophecy of doom.

“The plophet Jelemiah was light when he said ‘for rack of knowredge, my people pelish. Young people nowadays don’t take prophecies seliously.” He droned on. Young people? What is he, ninety? From the way he had started mixing up his ‘R’s and ‘L’s, you could tell he was agitated.

“Well Prophet, thank you but it wasn’t Jeremiah who said it. It was actually Hosea.” With that, Esther left the poor man who had obviously bitten off more than he could chew alone. As she walked away, she had a rather funny image of the man as a cartoon character with his face all mottled up and steam puffing from his ears. She found the image so hilarious that she burst out laughing. Her first laugh of the day. ‘Medina, Legon, Okponglo, Ole row’. The latter in reality being ‘Old road’. ‘Ashiaman, Motorway, Tema.’ ‘Spintex, Roundabout, Manet, Cylinder.’

The voices of different mates (bus conductors) advertised the routes their buses would be taking. Peculiar though, was the fact that none of them was actually standing near their buses and they have to lead prospective passengers to the exact location their bus was parked.

“Please where is the Spintex bus?” she asked a young man who couldn’t be more than nineteen and was led to a dubious assemblage of scrap metals pretending to be a bus.

Walking through the sun had dehydrated her some and she felt a bit dizzy so she rested her head on the back of the seat in front of her. Soon the bus began filling up and she felt the empty seats by her side being occupied. The full bus managed to find enough room to meander it’s way out of the bus station on to the street. “yeees, front seat.” That was the mate doing what he does best; taking fares. “Me pa mo cherw backseat erny3 no one 3mma me wai.” (meaning: passengers in the backseats should pull their fares together as one for him) since he couldn’t reach the backseats himself with the bus filled to capacity. Esther was on a seat in the middle row so she could give her fare to the mate herself. Before she did so, however, the very nice and cute gentleman by her side said to her that he had paid for both of them. This is a common occurrence for her. A nice guy paying for her while the mate gave a knowing glance as if he knew the ending of the story, as middle agers gave her looks that seem to say; ‘youth of today’ as if it was her fault some random guy decides to pay her fare.

“So, do you live at Spintex? I’m Fiifi by the way.” Cute guy says.

And there it was. Like clockwork. The price she has to pay for her fare being taken care of. Chatting her benefactor up even if she didn’t feel like it.

“Esther. My name is Esther and yeah, I live there. Do you? Thanks for paying for me by the way.”

“You are welcome. Yeah, at Manet.” By now, they were on the Spintex road. It was after lunch so the car owning masses were just causing traffic like they always do at that time of day. Esther and her new found friend chatted all the way to his stop, discussing various topics that struck their fancy. Fiifi got down at Manet but not before he had taken her number. Predictable. Thirty minutes later, she was also at her stop; Rainbow.

   

Fingers crossed for next post.

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