Dearest
Akosua Deli.ciouz,
I
am final year student of University of Ghana majoring in Political Science and
French. Last Monday I boarded a taxi at a nearby junction. There were three men
and a lady in the taxi already. The taxi
driver and a gentleman in his thirties were sitting at the front seats
respectively while the remaining two sat at the back seat. The taxi driver
asked where I was going and I responded that I was going to Legon. He said “we
are going to Legon so get in”.
Courteously, I greeted them as soon as I sat down. The car moved to about 120 meters when the
driver halted and asked me to open the car door and close it very well. He then
gave me a mud-covered duster to push some bolts that were not making the door
to close properly. He nodded his head to indicate that the door was perfectly
closed so he drove on. When we reached Trinity junction, the taxi driver said
“Madam, we are no longer going to Legon, so please get down here. It is very
easy to get a taxi here to campus”. I was furious because I was running late to
school but then again, I was so happy the driver did not ask me to pay for the
fare because I was all set to rain insults on him.
Akosua
Deli.ciouz, eight minutes had passed and I was still struggling to get a taxi
to school. Finally, I got to campus and quickly I dashed to the lecture hall.
When the three hour lecture on international politics was over, I opened my hand
bag only to find out my IPhone had been stolen. Apparently, when the taxi
driver was asking me to close the door properly, his co-conspirators (the passengers
I met in the taxi) opened my hand bag and took out my IPhone.
Akosua Deli.ciouz, I was brooding over my lost
contacts and how I am going to get a new phone on my way back to the house when
an ash BWM hooted at me. The driver in the BWM exclaimed “Madam why? What is
wrong with you? Just hop in.” Akosua Deli.ciouz, can you imagine I was so preoccupied
I didn’t realize the back zip of the black trousers that I was wearing had opened
and my red Egyptian cotton thong was on exhibition. And that’s why the
gentleman honked at me and offered me a lift home. I can’t faithfully tell
where and how my zipper got spoilt and the time the red thong display started.
As discomfited as I was, the only words I could mutter were “thank you” when we
got to my house.
Akosua
Deli.ciouz, the gentleman visited the following day to check on me and I got to
know his name as Ekow. He is a nice person and though I have been off the
dating scene for two years, I can tell we are attracted to each other. My
problem is, you know what they say about men that, they are usually moved by
what they see and women by what they hear so I think Ekow is attracted to me
because of my well rounded derriere in the red thong he saw. Akosua Deli.ciouz,
please advise me.
Lady-
In –Distress
Afua
Simpson
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