My 20 GH₵ Story

Five days more for my next transfer to arrive. I opened my drawer and saw the last of a few bundles of crisp GH₵ 20 notes that I had. The unexpected and contingency expenditures had really had a toll on me. And all the blame fell on the number one public enemy in Ghana- The Electricity Company of Ghana (ECG). The erratic power supply blew up my laptop and my refrigerator and even more annoying; my electricity bill mysteriously kept soaring. as if reading my thoughts, the  lights went off again for the third time that day and this time I knew it was going to be a while before it would come back on. As I sat in the darkness wondering what to do next, my phone buzzed and it was one of my only friends I had in my neighbourhood and he asked me to join him in a nearby bar to share a few drinks. I quickly put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and rushed out to the place (who doesn’t want a free drink).

We talked about the good old school days and as usual, our sexual adventures (most of them were false or exaggerated anyway), women and all other stuff guys are bound to talk about. After my third bottle, my friend ordered an extra bottle for me and excused himself; his wife was calling and he had to go attend to her. As I sat there alone, I imagined my friend with his wife and all the naughty stuff they would be doing together and I started getting ‘excited’. The combination of the alcohol and my imaginations triggered a release of testosterone in my system sending erotic signals down into my groins. The waitress didn’t make matters any better as she sat a few meters away in a very hot and sexy mini-skirt exposing her enticing inner thighs to my view. I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts to see if I could “process” any chick for the night. I then remembered my financial situation and knew immediately it couldn’t happen for the night. Just when I was about to put my phone in my pocket and heard back home, I felt my phone ringing and when I checked who could be calling, what a surprise I saw; I had been calling this girl for two weeks now and she neither picked my calls or returned it, there were even some occasions that she cut the line on me. I had decided to stop calling her so what a surprise it was to me when I saw her calling. I picked up the call and just as I had anticipated, she complained she was broke and needed money and even told me she had not eaten the whole of the day. Without thinking, I quickly offered to get her something to eat and asked her to meet me. I did a quick mental calculation; I had enough “goodies” in my refrigerator to survive for the next 5 days. I also checked my internet bundle and there was enough credit on it.

I quickly rushed home, picked up my last GH₵20 note on me and rushed out. After paying the fare of GH₵1, I was left with GH₵19 on me as I set out to locate where she was. I finally located her sitting directly under one of the street lights. She didn’t look as hot as it appeared to me she was the night I met her. It was black out that night and I didn’t get to see her very well. But I was in no mood to be picky at that moment; any means to satisfy my desires at that moment was all I cared about. I sat very close to her and felt her soft body on mine. I put my hand around her waist and felt her undies and her beads through her dress and a wave of erotic excitement swept through me. I asked her what she wanted to eat and she declined; claiming it was too late to eat so she would prefer a drink instead. She led me to a wine shop and luckily for me she pointed to a ‘Don Simon’ multifruita drink. I asked of the price and I was told it was GH₵7. After paying for the drink, I was now left with GH₵12. When we were seated, she made a request for the money she demanded on the phone, but I persuaded her to go with me home so I could get so I could get her enough money for herself. She looked me in the face and shook her head, signaling a NO to me. I tried another line to try persuading her to follow me home but she was still adamant. I was getting desperate at this moment, for close to an hour we sat there, I tried desperately to talk this girl into going home with me but she still refused. She finally stood up and  told me she wanted to go home. My eyes scanned lustfully over her body, starting with her big round eyes, to her big, slightly exposed, well-shaped ‘boobs’ to her protruding lips and the tickling sensations down there increased. I felt my “thing” barging on the flaps of my jeans trousers, threatening to rip open the fabric and pop out to the view of everyone. I made a last fruitless attempt to salvage the situation ( I just couldn’t imagine all these features on this chick slipping away). After this failed last attempt, I gave up on her and gave her GH₵5 of the remainder of the money I had on me for her transportation. She took the money, carefully looked at it for a long while, shook her head and threw the money and the drink back to me and started walking off down the road. I picked up the money and the drink and turned disappointedly back home. It was at that moment I realized I had not eaten the whole of the night. Later that night as I lay on my bed, I thought about the whole episode and realized how foolish I could behave sometimes (and am sure a lot of you guys have similar experiences). All because of………………………………………..

Written by:

Samuel Nyarko Addo; ghanashowbiz.com

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