Ama Krobea sits in her comfortable sofa, looks around her and thinks how perfect life will be if she has a man to call her own. What will she want that man to do for her? This self-questioning which always leads her into fathom fantasy and anticipation must stop, she thinks, then again, what fun there will be in life if she bars this sweet visions from her life? Now back to her question, she would be very happy if that man will sweep as she cooks, if that man empties the bin while she does the dishes, if that man gives her a foot massage when she comes back from work tired, if that man hugs her tight and says sweet nothings in her ears when she is cold and feels needy. It will be nice if that man kisses her when she is so angry for nothing and starts spewing her nonsense.  Where could this man be?

She just lifts her phone and goes through her social networks. Who is this guy who is sending her flirty messages? She goes through his timeline and views his photographs. He has such manly features according to his pictures and he looks so good. Ama decides to play along. She responds to his flirty messages and gets excited with time.

Who is knocking on her door when she is deep into her conversation with her internet lover? She ignores the bell and goes on with her conversation online. “This person will not go away, let me see what this person wants” she blurted out loud. She opens the door and disappointingly exclaims “Oh, it is you Opoku” Opoku forces himself in and asks her if she was expecting anyone? She asks him to leave because she was busy. He tells her to call him when she is less busy because he has something to discuss with her. Ama could not help but blurt out:

“What can you tell me that you’ve never told me before? That you love me and you want us to be a couple. I’ve already told you that I do not want to have

anything to do with you. You’re simply not my type, just a friend, which is all you are, so leave me in peace once and for all”

“But Ama, what more do you want? I am handsome, tall, I love you to bits and will do everything you want, what more do you want?” Opoku said exasperatedly.

“You did not mention the fact that you have that “alatsa” vehicle. Just leave”

She pushes him out and locks her door.  “Look at this man oh, just because I play with him, he thinks he is my co-equal. I should go out with a man who gives out cheap flowers and takes me cheap restaurants with his tightly tucked in shirt.” She thought and goes back to her chatting.

Another knock on her door and she gets ready to slap the hell out of Opoku only to come face to face with Martha.

“Why? Did you sleep on the wrong side of the bed? Why are you ready to murder me?” Martha gasped.

“I am sorry, I thought it was Opoku”

Martha makes herself comfortable and says her peace on the Opoku issue. She tells Ama to be very calm and think about the advantages of dating and eventually marrying Opoku. She tell her he is very handsome but Ama does not allow her to land and cuts her advice short by saying that he looks weak, does whatever she says and so lacks dominance which means he  cannot be in charge when the need arises. He allows me to dump the refuse and wash the dishes at the same time while he watches television in my house. Why will I go out with someone whom I do not like?

Martha asks her if she is really sure she will want to be in the shoes of her dream man?

“How will you feel as a man when your peers see you emptying the trash can or washing dishes? What will you do when your peers chose to make you the object of cowardice? Just try and be calm, and think about it well, relationships is about ego trimming. Men are known for their egos but women too have egos. When trimming of the ego happens, we have what we call compromise. And a good relationship must have parties who know this” Martha added.

Ama, asks Martha to go and tell the bush fowls to come back home and live with fowls at home as they are their brothers if you know how to give critical advise. With that, Martha shuts up.

Four weeks later, Desmond asks for her home address in order to visit her. She gladly gives it and waits for the visit. She cleans her house, prepares assorted foods and makes sure everything is in order. Desmond calls with a condition. He has a surprise for her so she should close her eyes before opening the door and never close her eyes until he tells her to. She anticipates  what it is that Desmond wants to give her; could it be a car? Could it be and expensive watch? What could it be?

The car stops in front of her house and she opens her door with her eyes closed. Desmond encircles her in an embrace.

When she opens her eyes, she experiences an intense ache in her head. Her head was so heavy and she looks around only to see what looks like the structure of her room only in a very empty form. She forgets about her pain and looks around only to see her house empty, not even a needle can be found, even the shower cap is gone. All her clothing, furniture, everything is gone. She looks at what she is wearing and realises that she has even been raped. She gets out and calls on her neighbour and tells her she has been robbed. Her neighbour told her she saw the car there but thought she consented because she saw her hugging the guy. She borrows her phone and tries to call Desmond’s number but she wasn’t sure of the number. She logs on her neighbours internet network and tries to get in touch with him on the internet and his account had been closed. She starts crying. But what am I to do? She asks herself. When the police interview her, she loses the ability to put words together as to what really happened.

She cries silently in her room until a thought occurs to her to call Opoku. Opoku’s number tells her he is out of coverage area. And she hears from Martha that Opoku married someone from her area and travelled with her abroad. She tells herself, had I known, is always at last.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

2 replies on “HAD I KNOWN…”

“Correcto-perfecto” as a student would put it.
Short story and really appealing.

I shall read it to my students on 15th of May…..


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