My Side Of The Owura Story, 1st Gist

“Hi Owura, I’m so sorry for missing your call for the 12th time! Ever heard of ‘calming down’? Stop being a mule, he’s just a friend ; a colleague, more of, so chill bruh!”

Maybe I shouldn’t have sent that. Not because I didn’t mean them at that time because I sure did. I just shouldn’t have because any proclamation made in fury usually bounces back. Owura is a good guy, almost a perfect gentleman if all that it entailed was good looks, soft spokeness (like a girl, Yh he spoke like a girl and I loved it), being God-fearing and a good kisser. I hope my mum doesn’t read this part ( hi mummy 🙈 shy face alert).

Talk of mummy, geez mum, I’m a woman now. Why do I even have to worry that you know I recognise who a ‘good kisser’ is? Does being the daughter of a seamstress come with this? #sigh. Don’t twist my words, I love my mother. Who doesn’t love a mum that makes you rock ‘coat of many colours ‘ like nobody’s business ? Don’t answer, it’s rhetorical . Mummy and I were besties until I met Dede my pulchritudinous Ga chic and Emefa my personable ‘Number 9’ chic. I’ll tell you about them as time goes on. After meeting them, mummy and I said aurevoir to our gossiping souls. Mehn, we used to talk about our church elder’s shoe, the neighbor’s 1942 gulf , Jackie Appiah’s beautiful face and even Peter’s denial of Jesus. Yes, we talked about everything!

“Is everything ok Eno?” Fiifi asked. “Oh yh Fif, I replied with a grin. I guess replying Owura’s message gave me out. My phone had been vibrating the whole time since we got to the restaurant. For the first time in ‘never again’, I couldn’t enjoy my banku and tilapia on a very important day like my birthday, my birthday, thanks to a certain jealous boyfriend!

Fif as I liked to call him, was how his younger sister called him the first day we met and I thought it was cute. He was the first person I asked for help when I got to 37 military hospital as a service personnel. I needed direction to my department and there he was; a not-so-tall not-so-short fair ostentatiously dressed gentleman. Little did I know he was my immediate boss; a second year radiology resident. While approaching him, I saw him wave a girl, about 8 years old who shouted from a 4wheel drive (pardon me, I’m not good with cars): ” I want apple Fif !”.

He was just about leaving the spot when I quickly ran ; “sir, please wait. (He turned deadpanning).. please good morning. Can you please direct me to the radiolo…(I didn’t complete my statement and he pointed to the writing on a building few meters from where we stood which read “RADIOLOGY DEPARTMENT “). Thanks, I said, and rushed inside.”

Two weeks later(after I was directed to my department by that fair guy, Fif) , I woke up with so much expectations. It was officially my first day as a medical sonographer intern. I made sure I was on point from hair to the sole of my shoes. Before I entered the ultrasound room, I greeted some radiologists and cleaners who I met during the orientation; some soldiers, some civilian employees.

“Knock knock”, I said as I knocked before entering the room. It was empty. I was definitely the first to report. How ‘cool is that’, I thought. After about 20minutes , I heard someone knock and enter, guess who, it was? Mr fair. The guy that didn’t even respond to my greetings two weeks ago. I remembered him easily not only because he had an unforgettable look, but he wore the same shirt, same green striped shirt.

You know what, let me grab some lunch, I’m famished. Go nowhere….will be back asap.