DZIDZOR

 

I have a story to tell. I must tell my story. My tale is a sad one embellished in the juicy stupidity and ignorance of a young me. It is said that he who laughs last, laughs the best and good things come to those that wait; but it is not always so. I am living proof of that assessment. I am an epitome of a soulless man wandering this earth for the next available force to snatch up and destroy.

There was this girl I admired so much. So much that I would readily make the ultimate sacrifice for her any day and anytime of my sorry existence. From far away, I could tell she admired me too and would readily accept my proposal. But fear and cowardice stood guard over me every second of everyday. They stretched their poisoned swords towards me and cautioned me not to take a step farther. And being an ignorant fool, I thought I had time and that love would surely take me one day into the compounds of Dzidzor, my love.

One might be tempted to be content with the proceedings of my story. Do not be! As this tale is not that of a happy ending. For he who drinks a calabash full of the locally distilled akpeteshie; with a smile on his face is a hypocrite and a liar. A fool like I was, I believed I had time to make myself a befitting gentleman, worthy of asking my Dzidzor’s hand in marriage.

For this, I embarked on a journey to my mother’s village, to find myself a good job so I can make enough money to offer my love the happy life she deserves; one befitting a princess. After six months of hard work, I had made enough to return home to fulfill my ambitions. My mother had died three months after I got to her hometown. I was grieving, but I had the memory of my Dzidzor to give me comfort.

I began my two-week journey back to my father’s village. Fourteen days until I saw Dzidzor again. Fourteen days until I could call her mine. A week into my journey, I saw Dzidzor on a dusty footpath leading to my village. She had a few of her clothes tied up in her favorite wrapper. She told me she was fed up with waiting for me and so she set out on this journey to ask me to come back home, and that she wanted nothing from me; nothing, except my love and devotion. You should have seen my excitement when this news came to me. I was surprised she knew the reason why I had left the village, since I told no one the reason for my journey. But why tempt fate and ruin such a good fortune? We celebrated our love on our way home. We made love. We were happy. We were in love.

When we got to the outskirts of our village, we were greeted by a mighty stench. A smell that was foul enough to drive flies away. But Dzidzor asked me to go pluck a mango fruit she had seen about five hundred meters back. She said she had a sudden craving for one. I happily set out to pluck this fruit for my love. When I returned, Dzidzor was nowhere to be found. I searched for hours and decided to go into the village to look for her. Perhaps I spent too much time plucking the mango. Perhaps she waited for me at home.

The village was empty, buildings were destroyed, the palace was torched, bodies lay everywhere. Apparently, there had been a war shortly after my departure to my mother’s village; and all the townspeople were killed. Women and children were not spared. The head of the chief of our village was on a spike in front of the torched palace.

I quickly ran to Dzidzor’s hut, and there she was, as beautiful as ever. Even in death, her smile consoled me in many ways.

No! She can’t be dead. No! I had been with a ghost this past seven days. No! Death has stolen from me the essence of my very existence. ‘Blewu lorlornye. Baba!’ This is my story; and it’s a sad one indeed.

Kofi Dzogbewu

UNBREAKABLE 

I thought I was falling in love
But I was rather falling apart

My heart is in a total eclipse

I’ve sold my soul to the devil

And he’s taking me straight to hell

I’ve committed the unthinkable

And my vows are held unbreakable.
I thought she was as pure as the dove

A love that would never depart

My heart is in a total eclipse

How could some be so evil?

Her name keeps ringing in my ear like a bell

I’ve committed the unthinkable

Now my vows are held unbreakable.

TALES FROM 2065

Episode Two – Bouncing Baby Boys (Part 2)

A series of stories about the experience of a young boy in the University of Ghana. The stories are mostly true with some fictionalized parts for the benefit of the story.

Episode Two – Bouncing Baby Boys (Part 2)

The next bouncing baby boy is Brian. Brian is a little shy with the ladies and always needs a massive push in order to make a move (if what he does can be called a move). There is much to say about Brian because he was always too afraid to make a move. Roland and Erik’s experiences have frightened him so much that he has refused to readily put himself out there for disappointment. That is not to say that he hasn’t been bounced. He has. Brian after several attempts by his closest friends to get him in a relationship, finally got very close to a beautiful maiden. The rest of the group praised him so much for overcoming the tempest of loneliness. I remember going to church that Sunday to thank God for blessing my friend with such a beautiful companion. Even Roland was threatening to steal her from Brian if he delayed in concluding the deal (the greedy idiot). 

Brian was bounced by this lady whose name is synonymous with victory. I guess the victory was over Brian. This nearly destroyed Brian. He later told us some BS about how his church would not allow a union like theirs. I mean, like really? Brian later found favor in the eyes of a beautiful lady with a perfect attitude. This was after the group had vigorously presented Brian in the best light possible to this lady. Her name was Nella. Mind you, this is the same Nella that bounced Roland in the past. Brian was too scared to make any move whatever. One bitten, twice shy right? A month or so passed and just when Brian had finally gathered all the courage to do anything, Nella became fed up and bounced him off. Welcome to the family bro.

Brian and Roland got tired of their inability to win the hearts of any lady on campus (which they called their ISSUES) so much that, they found love in the bottle. They had a saying: s3 ab3 baako b3 sei de3, anka kookoofuo enshie (for one palm tree to get spoilt, then the cocoa farm should rather burn). This is because the palm tree would be used for brewing palm wine. 

Master Kobla was the star of the bouncing baby boys. Every one of us looked up to him; because as much as he was bounced, he also won. Kobla was bounced by Lucy – a political science mate of his. She bounced him for a Deeper-Life dude with no game whatsoever. He also came up with the same BS excuse Brian gave. He was also bounced by another mate – Phoebe – who is now a talented make-up artist. And there was Beatrice too. She bounced him bad.

But Kobla was the boss. He had succeeded in in his bid to be a relationship with two ladies while we were on campus – Geneva and Deborah. He even turned down the affections of a beautiful lady, Robin. This is the same Robin that bounced Erik some time back. Kobla is the hero among us bouncing baby boys. Remember these names, you will surely meet them again.

Finally, there is me. The last bouncing baby boy. I have only been bounced once. Okay twice. Alright there is a third time but that one doesn’t count. That’s all. I was bounced by one annoying little princess who thinks she is all that. (rolls eyes repeatedly in their socket). Fuhmida bounced me so subtly it didn’t feel like a bounce at all. I was also bounced by a relative of a well-known writer who I think wasn’t ready for some ‘sugar’ at the time. “Felix, I have suffered!” 

Not to brag, but some of Kobla’s charms must have robbed off on me. I had succeeded in dating a beautiful lady while on campus. I had a girlfriend; and she wasn’t imaginary like the one Brian claimed to have had. And oh, I also turned down the affections of one Cecilia. I am more like Kobla than I thought. 

Despite our shortcomings and failures in getting accepted into a relationship, we hold our heads high and keep fighting till the right women welcomes us into their hearts. We will always be friends and be there to support each other. We are the BOUNCING BABY BOYS.