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From The Heart: Part IV

09 May

It’s been an awfully long time, please forgive me! :’(
On the other hand,I just couldn’t conclude this piece in one fell swoop (it would have been too long and you would have fallen asleep halfway through!). So I decided to divide the last part into two. Next week, my story ends. But today, please enjoy…

 

I came to roughly about 5 minutes later as I heard a man’s voice, seemingly from very far away. I tried to get up, wincing as I felt a sharp pain in my right flank that caused me to grit my teeth, barely stopping a grunt of pain from escaping. I heard him a bit clearly now, closer – he was speaking broken English.

“Herh! What dey do you? You booze?!”

I ignored him as I reached underneath my car to retrieve the keys I’d flipped there when I dropped to the ground – or more specifically, when I was dropped to the ground. With no small effort, I heaved myself up to my feet and would have passed out once more as my head swam again, were it not for the security guard who caught me as I slumped.

He half-dragged/carried me to his post at the far end of the parking lot. I could tell that he was worried now, seeing my state – something of such a nature shouldn’t have taken place under his watch. He sat me down and with a resigned look on his face, lifted the handset of his telephone off the cradle to place a call – to Campus Security I guessed.

Before he could finish placing the call, I ripped out the cord from the wall jack, shaking my head.

”No. It’s okay, I’m fine.” He’d helped me so far and I knew he could get into trouble over the parking lot incident so I would do everything in my power to make it all ‘go away’. I saw the look of relief on his face as I waved him away from the phone and knew I’d done the right thing. He magically produced a makeshift ice pack which I placed on my pounding forehead.

“But you fit drive go like so?” he enquired, showing genuine concern.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” I assured him. And it was true. My head had cleared up a bit, the pain receding into a dull ache that only became worse when I turned my head a bit too rapidly. Those bastards had really done a number on me! Read the rest of this entry »

 
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From The Heart: Part III

09 Apr

Sorry it’s taken such a long while to bring you the next part of this story – work & all, you know? But I promise you – It’s been worth the wait…

 

Marcia. Even her name haunted me the whole next week long. So much so that I even forgot to freak out about what had happened on the court the week before – and in retrospect, maybe I should have then…but I’m getting ahead of myself here.

I was mostly preoccupied that week with trying to find her again. By the end of the second day, it’d dawned on me that I was on my own in this one – sweet Fate who brought her to me had washed Her hands off the matter and I had to do all the work this time to make sure there was a repeat scene of that awesomeness after the game.

If you knew me in person, you’d know that I rarely have my business ‘out there’ in the public domain, it just isn’t my style (besides, if it blasts, wouldn’t it be better to have contained it from Day One to reduce the ‘fallout’?!). So there was no way I’d go about asking around if anyone knew some Marcia Owusu Adjei.

I decided to systematically comb through all the Hostels I knew of, using any excuse I could think of to go a-visiting some of my oldest acquaintances in order to make my subtle enquiries. I was kinda hoping I would just walk into a room sometime and bam! There she would be – sitting by the window or watching some series, just being her unique awesome self! Fine, fine, that was a bit unrealistic, but you didn’t feel what I felt when I saw her for the first time!

Sure, I got a few stares after showing up unannounced at some of the rooms –people who I hadn’t seen or even spoken to in months – but the feeling would not be denied.

What was denied me was finding out where she’d gone.

“Ah Charles, I heard there was some girl bi here in your Hostel. My boy bi said he’d be at her place so I should holla at him there –‘Marcia’ or something…?”

“Hi Rita. How’re you doing? I just remembered you were here and I needed some help. Someone left some books of mine with some girl here but he didn’t give me her room number – and I can’t seem to get through to him. He said her name was Marcia…Owusu ‘something’ I think.”

“Yo Gasty! I see you kyɛɛ o! Chaa, you for come make I shake you for the court top this week o! I dey beg, my mommie say make I claim some stew she take send some my couson bi but I no get her number. Her name be Marcia. E say she dey this your place o…”

Yeah. I was kinda desperate after the first few days. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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From The Heart: Part II

24 Mar

A week after the burial service I was back in school. I thought I was holding up pretty well given the circumstances. Since we’d gotten a 2-in-a-room flat just off campus together at the beginning of the year, I now had all the space to myself. Big deal. I’d just look over to Jason’s Station (that boy had a really cheesy system of naming things, I swear!) – the wide desk on at the foot of the bed upon which his all-in-one Mac sat -  and I’d half-expect to see him seated in his swivel chair, headset on, gripping his controller as he played one of several games he’d installed with such intensity.

Don’t get me wrong, Jason was always in the top 3 in his class. He was a natural who just needed to flip through a few books a week and he was ready for anything. Medical School was the breeze to him it never was for anyone else. I was the one who had to commit at least 5 hours a day to the thick Architecture manuals and projects in order to place within the top 10 at my Faculty! I’d come back to the room after sleeping at the Studio for over 2 days to find him either hard at it gaming, or splayed out on his bed, fast asleep!

I smiled ironically as I remembered the number of times I’d amuse myself as I crawled into bed exhausted, appeasing myself by thinking through a number of ways to mess up his sleep as he lay there – I never thought of killing him in a car crash.

I began to walk through my days then, smiling at every “Sorry he’s gone, Nana”, “We’ll really miss him”, and (my personal favourite) “E go be, eh!” Read the rest of this entry »

 
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From The Heart : Part I

19 Mar

Thump-Thump! Thump-Thump! That loud noise was the first thing I remember, repeating itself over and over in my head. Gradually, I finally managed to open my bleary eyes a fraction at last.

It took a while for the blurry image in front of me to resolve itself into Mama Efua and Dad at the foot of my bed. All around was white: The Hospital. My mother had a look of concern she was trying bravely to keep under control but I heard her gasp with relief when I finally opened my eyes fully.

“Water,” I gasped. My throat was dry and felt scratchy.

She released my dad’s hand which she’d been clutching and came over to my side to pour me a glass of water from the pitcher on the locker beside my bed.

“Here you go Nana,” she said holding it up to my lips. Dad was smiling now. He knew his wife would do her own going-over to assess my condition for herself. Sometimes being married to a doctor was not easy but over the twenty-something odd years of marriage, they’d come to an agreement: when it came to health matters, he’d let her have her way – his turn would come whenever they needed a new room built!

“You should have seen your mother when they wheeled you out of surgery 2 days ago!” Dad started, shaking his head with mock longsuffering. “She was doing that her hummingbird thing again – hovering around checking your charts and cross-checking your medications and what not! Were it not that she had shares in this hospital I’m sure the Floor matron would have kicked her out pronto!”

I saw Mama Efua give him a look that would have withered watermelons! She opened her mouth to give him a scathing reply, I’m sure, but then seemed to change her mind. But I think I heard her mutter something beneath her breath that sounded like “As if I was the one checking with the staff every 10 minutes whether the surgery was over!” I don’t think he heard her…or he chose not to hear – wise man.

Then it all suddenly came crashing back! The rain, the slippery road, the girl who slipped and fell right into the middle of the road, stepping on the brakes, the car somersaulting – Read the rest of this entry »

 
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The Call

09 Mar

Just because every story has a flipside…

‘Did you see that old man pass by?’ Nishi asked his companion in a conspiratorial whisper. He was pointing at an elderly man a few metres away, just leaving the Beer-sheba marketplace.

While Nishi was a rather gaunt-looking man, tall and thin with a perpetual look of distaste on his face, his companion was a portly man with a rather unwelcoming face to suit his usually gruff and heartless manner. He was known in Beer-sheba and its surrounding towns as the Merchant, Amron. Seemingly, the only one who could stand his company for any appreciable amount of time was Nishi. Probably because both men saw in one another the same untrustworthy and ruthless nature he himself already had. Together, they made up nearly half of the total business force of Beer-sheba.

Tossing the old man a side-long glace, Amron replied, “Yes? What about him?”

“I heard he left the land of his people to trek through the wilderness in wild pursuit of some god! He says it’s a god he cannot see or feel but he still believes in him, anyway!”

Amron then turned his head to get a better look at the receding figure. ‘What an idiot! I think he is a bit uh-uh up there!’ he retorted, tapping his temple with a finger! And then he proceeded to say the words that would forever ring in Nishi’s ears whenever he thought of his friend Amron. “I would never be that foolish! Doing all that with no tangible guarantee! If I ever do something as foolish, may I be struck down by the spear of Baal! In fact, if anyone or anything of my household serves this god, may he strike me down in my tracks, if he can!” Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Just Love Me…

02 Mar

It’s been a singularly tough week for me so as usual I turned to my therapy process: writing! And this time, it seemed the only thing that could fix me up was the hopes of a Dream, a Dream of what everyone wishes for: Love that would stick it out through everything.

I write like this simply because I still believe that the Real Thing is out there. And after all that happens and all the stresses of life, sometimes all you want to say to that Someone is simply, “Just Love Me…“

 

Outside it’s dark
Dark that’s spread inside
Inside our small 2-bedroom house
House that stands out like an island
Island dark, bereft in a sea of light
Light our neighbours take for granted
Granted, to each his own path
Path we’ve walked down that brought us here.
Here where the roof is leaking
Leaking cold rain as it storms outside
Outside where my jalopy lies rusting Read the rest of this entry »

 
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When You’re Loving a Prayer Papa!

24 Feb

This piece was actually inspired by an incident a friend narrated to me a while ago. I immediately told her that I’d write a poem about it but I guess she thought I was joking! Sometimes we pray for something so much and so hard that we forget to prepare for it and when we do get it, well, we don’t handle it too well (sometimes we don’t even realise that we’ve received out request  until it’s too late!) For his Girlfriend: When You’re Loving a Prayer Papa!

She was lost twice over
Before she met this Christian Brother
He told her life could be much better
And so he drew her near to meet his dear Father
Till with many days of desperate prayer
From her burdens the Lord managed to deliver her.

Read the rest of this entry »

 
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The Best Man I Can Be!

17 Feb

Guys don’t get to be off the hook either. Just because it begged to be completed, I wrote this piece as the complement to last week’s bit ‘Who’s That Girl?!’ here: http://goldinwords.com/2012/02/11/whos-that-girl/

I hope I’ll have a witness in the house tonight!


My brothers, once again, we have a problem and I need to address it before we become the fathers that our friends, family, wives and children will love to hate. I happen to believe that every man is called to be a Gentleman.

In the tradition of Slim Shady, let me first ask all the real Gentlemen to please stand up – wait! Not so fast! So you say you’re a Gentleman? Prove it. It doesn’t come cheap you know?! And FYI, I’m not talking about money here.

Coming straight to the point, let me emphatically state: It’s not because of your Pierre Cardin long-sleeved shirts, your Trezeguet watch, your Cole Haan loafers or your Emporio Armani jacket that you gain membership to this Fraternity. It’s also not because of your maxed out KLM Frequent Flyer card either. And let’s not get on the case of your presumed freshness! It’s not the outside that counts my man: it’s what’s inside you. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Who’s That Girl?!

11 Feb

Don’t you sometimes wish the roles had been clearly defined?? I know I do! Many times, I’ve felt like somewhere along the road (probably somewhere in between male chauvinism and feminism; or between the ‘Good Old Days’ and Beijing!) we got the roles either twisted, or just totally trashed the standards. So in response to this perceived ‘imbalance’ I wrote this piece at the insistence of a friend of mine a while ago. But I also tweaked it a bit.

So this is my take on one of my most favorite people in the world: the Lady.

 

A Lady is a woman who makes a man act like a Gentleman…

I honestly don’t remember where I first heard that nugget of gold but it’s been one of my central beliefs ever since.

So this’s basically my answer to a question that seems bound to pop up at some point or another: That girl you’re checking out, is she a Lady? Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Knowing Me (Also!) Better

02 Feb

I write. Sometimes. But I like to challenge myself to do things most people I know wouldn’t. I also like to devise a new ‘take’ on things. So I’m stealing the format of this bit from Benjamin’s ‘Know Me Better’ – at least, that’s my excuse :D .

 

The Fun Me

My name’s Tele, Seth Tele Hassan (I always feel a little bit extra confidence after I say my name like that). Tomorrow, the 3rd of February, I shall celebrate my next birthday (and serendipitously, officially become a licensed medical doctor!)

I don’t do sports (no football, no basketball, no tennis). But I’m not fat! (I think Someone Up There is helping me out with that one) I am a bona fide gamer though. Ever since I saw that frustrating Minesweeper at the age of 3, I was hooked! Now whether it’s a PC game, PlayStation or even on the iPad, I can assure you that I can, in the least, give you the run of your life for your money! Different friends have tried to teach me swimming though, but the thought of that just makes me wince at the memories it’ll evoke…so I’ve just thought of the best way around that: I’ll just wait to learn with my children in the future (that way I can’t do too horribly, and their presence will chase the bad memories away.) Read the rest of this entry »

 
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