COTTON PANTIES – EPISODE 1

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I had to edit this intro since the man sitting right next to me in the bus is stealing glances at my screen. Hah! He laughs. Perhaps I should just continue by letting him in on the nucleus of this piece – love on the south side, companionship all the way down, revenge on the right side, some hope left, and unwavering desire holding it all down in the bull’s eye; nothing deep.

“I’m trying to write a story, but you distracted me so well… want to help out?” I asked. Of course he didn’t decline, I wasn’t expecting him to. Jesse, that’s his name, beaming with smiles under a week old moustache and a haircut joining an intentional beard old enough to be noticed and appreciated.

JESSE:

Do you like to share, or you’re just being one creepy Ghanaian girl?

NANA AMA:

Just wondering who gave you that haircut. Ghanaian barbers have a thing for receding hairlines even when the customer doesn’t have one.

JESSE:

Hahaha! 😆 😆 😆 Really? How did you particularly observe that?

NANA AMA:

I have quite a number of male friends, and haircuts are kinda my thing.

JESSE:

So you cut yours regularly too?

NANA AMA:

I used to, occasionally, but I’m all about the Natural Hair movement now.

JESSE:

So, are you going to include this conversation in your piece?

NANA AMA:

What do you think?

JESSE:

I think you’re a rare breed.

NANA AMA:

Flattery?

JESSE:

Believe it anyway.

NANA AMA:

Will do.

JESSE:

Let’s do this; I’ll give you my phone number so it doesn’t look all cliché. But you can only call me in 7 days.

NANA AMA:

7 days.

JESSE:

7 days.

NANA AMA:

You’re asking me to patiently relive this moment for 6 days and call you on the 7th.

JESSE:

What do you think?

NANA AMA:

Oh! You’re stealing my line already. And you’re so sure I’ll call?

JESSE:

I’m hoping you do.

I’ve played this game too many times re-counting the verses like The Lord’s Prayer, and I detest a perfect challenge 🙄 . But snap that, I’m looking forward to the surprise tonight. Why would he ask us to meet at our first date venue with our best friends? Pfft! Dude better go down on that knee tonight 👿 .

[Nana Ama arrives at the venue]

ZOE:

Giiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrlllllll!!

[Hugs]

NANA AMA:

Tell me it is what it is

ZOE:

Better be. These eggs aren’t multiplying themselves

[Both laugh and sit]

[The men arrive]

TIMMY:

How is work, Zoe?

ZOE:

Alright… It’s alright. He took me out to lunch today, you know?

ZACK:

Lunch? Who? Where? When were you going to mention it?

ZOE:

Easy, darling. You get the boyfriend tag, not him. It was just lunch by the way.

ZACK:

Who?

ZOE:

The Boss.

[Timmy interrupts]

TIMMY:

Easy, guys. Zoe, I don’t think you should entertain your boss like that when you know perfectly well he’s interested in you.

ZOE:

He knows I have a boyfriend

TIMMY:

The married are still pursued anyway.

ZOE:

Nana Ama!!!

NANA AMA:

What? Timmy’s right. You know he likes you, c’mon.

TIMMY:

Anyway, so did you girls figure out why you’re here already?

[Nana Ama starts smiling modestly]

[Zoe holds and squeezes Nana Ama’s hand tenderly]

[Zack takes Nana Ama by the other hand]

ZACK:

It’s time. It’s time to give you my name. Will you…

[She gazes at Nana Ama in absolute shock. She thought to herself, “I’m not ready for this. She’s been praying for this moment for 7yrs!! Gosh! Nana Ama, I didn’t know about this, I sw#ar]

ZOE:

Yes. Yes!

[Nana Ama unlocked Zoe’s hand in disappointment]

NANA AMA:

Sh#t!

D#ng!!

TIMMY:

Hey!!!!!!!! C’mon…

 


…to be continued


 

 

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