Waakye Girl- Part 5

David picked up the phone to answer the call. Surprisingly, it was from Stella.              

“Good afternoon, Stella. I hope all is well”.                                                             

“Yes, David, all is well. I wanted to pass on some information to you. Yesterday my parents and sisters went to the guy’s house and tried to reason with him, but again he was very rude, so my father took me away.

Early this morning I told my parents that I have had enough, and I would not go back. I will rather pursue a degree course as you advised, whilst continuing to work with them to sell the waakye”.                                                                                               

‘Well Stella, I think you have taken a very good decision. You have all my support”. “So can we talk when you close from work today?”                                                       

“Yes, of course. I will be there”.                                                                                   

Stella was waiting by the roadside. David stopped, and she got in.                                   

“Good to see you, Stella. So, how are you feeling now?”                                              

“I’m quite okay. I have a few regrets about having gone into a relationship that failed, but I don’t feel guilty because I went in with my parents’ blessing.

Perhaps I should have stood my ground and refused to go into a relationship in which I wasn’t personally convinced about. But I’m looking forward. I am ready to start the degree programme.

As I told you, I am interested in the accounting profession. Did you say Adwoa is studying accounting?” “Yes, she’s doing Part 1 of the Institute of Chartered Accountants programme at the Polytechnic. She started last month. She leaves the office at 2pm, starts at 2.30 and closes at 7pm”.                                                                                                                                

“That’s very interesting. Because I spoke to my cousin who did a first degree, and is now doing the professional accounting course. She advises that I start with the professional course if I am so interested, because on completion I would be able to do a Master’s degree in Accounting or Finance”.                                                               

“Ei, Stella, since when did you become so knowledgeable about these things?”           

“Well, I give thanks to you, because since you suggested it to me, I have been searching the internet, and talking to two of my relatives. So can I discuss the admission process with Adwoa tomorrow?”                                                                                                                            “Certainly. In fact, take her number from my phone, and call her this evening. So you can go over the issues when we stop to buy waakye tomorrow.”                                  

“That’s fine. Now I have something to look forward to. Many thanks, David”.               

“I will accept only a small part of the thanks, because it’s obvious that you had it in you. A girl like you should be treated with great respect”.

Stella called Adwoa, and learnt that applications would be closing in a few days. So Stella went online, submitted her application and paid the application fees, and three weeks later she joined the course. She left the waakye joint at 1pm, got to school before 2pm and closed at 7pm.

One of Adwoa’s mates drove to Madina after lectures, so he dropped Stella at Dzorwulu. Within a few months, Stella had been transformed.

Aperkeh had rejected her, but she was now a pretty, smartly dressed and ambitious accounting student, whilst still assisting her mother in the waakye business. She and Adwoa developed a great friendship, not only sharing course materials but also visiting each other at home.

Over time, she and David also developed a fondness for each other, but they never discussed issues related to relationships until much later. On Saturday evenings, the three of them went out to eat and enjoy live music, and they seemed quite happy together.  It was 7:30 at Parliament, the open air bar and grill where young guys met their ladies to chat in a pleasant environment.

Aperkeh and his colleagues, with their ladies by their side, had already had a bottle or two, and the conversation was flowing rather smoothly. Out of the blue, Boogie introduced an interesting topic.

“Hey, Aperkeh, do you know what? I saw your former woman, Stella, in a uniform, entering the Polytechnic. I didn’t know she was academically inclined”.                                                                                                                                  “I’m sure you saw the wrong person. What would a waakye girl be doing at the polytechnic? I’m sure she wasn’t the one you saw. Stella had no class, and no ambition, that’s why I threw her overboard.

What was annoying was that a classless girl like that wanted to tell me what to do. She wanted to restrict my movements. She got angry when I got home smelling of beer. Annoying”.                                                                                                                      

“But Aperkeh,” Bookie replied, “isn’t that what any serious or sensible girl would do? You don’t expect her to sit there and watch you spend your salary on beer and girls, do you? Any woman who doesn’t complain is not worth keeping”.    

“My brother, save your breadth. She’s already gone. And I have replaced her with two classy girls. The show goes on”.                                                                                           

 “I think you will soon realise that you made a mistake with Stella. That girl is really beautiful, and she’s got character, and I’m sure she’s the one I saw entering the polytechnic”.                                                                                                                     

 “You must be joking, Boogie. I have two gorgeous girls at my beck and call, both graduates. Why should I bother with a Waakye seller? And take it from me, Stella does not have the brains to go to the polytechnic. Now, let me get some more beer”.

By Ekow de Heer

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