He met me on the street of Accra one awful evening. His car came to a halt as soon as he saw me. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t even hear the car’s horn blowing to get my attention. I was damn! in need of money to settle a lot of my bills in school. And to even buy food to eat. the Benz moved slowly and blocked my way.I suddenly came into my body again.
Mr. Rich man rolled down his glass window, smiled and called, “hey sweet young lady. aren’t you in for a quick ride? I also smiled and hopped in. He took a quick glance at me, while he did that, I also smartly looked out for somethings in his car. My eyes met a first poster in his car, showing he was a Ghanaian politician and also a civil engineer. The second also confirmed he was contesting for an MP in the Bongo District. I know for sure that he saw poverty written all over me. So he asked, You look like you need something. Tell me, what do you need? I poured my heart to him like a dog who tried to bark so hard to let his master know how starved it was.
At first, I saw pity on his face and then, he opted to help me. I thought he was a God sent. I was convinced he was sent by God to help a poor needy girl trying to escape the hard torture of life.
Not until he gave me an option.
“You are beautiful and you need a man like me to add more beauty to the already pretty girl you are”. he paused and continued. All I need from you is a good sex I haven’t had for the four years my wife left me. I have been so lonely since then and I need a beautiful lady like you by my side”.
At this point, he was almost shedding tears.
Gush! I was touched. For once, I forgot all my problems and wanted to make him happy. I felt this sudden urge to help the lonely man. After some few minutes of silence in the car, I thought again about how I needed money to survive in Accra. How stranded I was that night. how I had no relatives there who could help.
Yes, I was so needy and never thought of going back home without making the family proud.
pirrrrrr! Pirrrrrr! pirrrrrr! his phone rung and interrupted my thought.
Mr. Rich man removed his phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen for the caller. At once, his mood changed. I saw how his heart lighted again as soon as he saw the caller through his facial reaction. Then, he smiled and answered the phone.
“Hello daddy’s pride, how is studies going”? he spoke
I didn’t actually hear what the caller said, but from their conversation, I realized the caller was his middle daughter who was 19 years in the University. She had called to demand money from her father who called her his pride. Again, my eyes went back to the posters I saw earlier. The name I saw looked familiar. I began to search my head for where I could have come across that name.
After agreeing to his daughter’s demands, his last few words woke me up from the nightmare.
He said : my pride, Ohenewaa Agyemang, the only favourite daughter of the Bongo District MP ( he bragged). Daddy is begging you to study so hard and get a first class degree. That way, I can straightaway get you a scholarship to further the degree to a masters outside the country. For the next seven years, I do not want you to think of entering any foolish love relationship. You will only come back to Ghana with a P.H.D in your profession.
Ahaaaaa! I really knew this man. Ohenewaa Agyemang was my course mate and my room-mate in school for that matter. This girl talks about his daddy who seemed like an angel. To her, Daddy was an excellent man in the entire universe. Wait, I needed to confirm for sure.
On a more serious note, the advice he gave to his daughter hit me right in the face. No, no, no hold on, did I hear him say that to his daughter? I asked myself.
This man wanted me to satisfy him in bed before he could help me? I was only 19 years. I needed to hear those same words from my poor dad too? But, it was a big no, because Daddy couldn’t even supply all my needs than to call and encourage me to study hard for him. All he could say to me, was to trust in only God for provision and not even in him, who was struggling to supply my needs.
So, Mr. Rich man needed me to perform duties like his runaway wife while his daughter concentrate on her studies? Hell No! I would have been foolish if I gave in to his offer.
I had dreams like he had for his daughter. I also knew perfectly well that even though daddy couldn’t supply me with everything, he believed in my dreams too. I could never have shut those dreams and play a sex doll for someone who wanted a future for his daughter who was the same age as me.
After his call, he dropped his phone and turned to me. I pretended to be busy on my phone.
He rubbed his palm slowly in my hair and called ” sweetie”. Nonchalantly, I raised my head and faked a smile at him. Then I asked, “was that your girlfriend” ( I teased). You seem to be so fond of her.
Hahahahahah! he laughed so hard and asked, “are you jealous already”? “Are you serious?” I also asked and chuckled. Well eeeeeerm, that was my sweet little daughter studying medicine in the University Of Ghana, he replied.
He looked me closely in the eye. He pulled closer and closer. I knew he was in for his first kiss right in his car. He touched my small chicken looked-like lap in the skinny jeans trouser I wore.
Like Lucifer thrown from heaven, I had this urge to destroy this man within my power. My eyes popped out as my hand touched an empty alcohol bottle behind my seat. I thought of hitting him so hard on the head.
Nope, I needed a better solution. Jossy you for look sharp, I thought. mistakenly my hand pressed the video record on my phone. Yes! That was exactly what I needed. I quickly wrapped my hands around his neck and held the phone tightly above his left shoulder.
Mr. Agyemang, I cleared my throat and continued. you want your first kiss already? Yeah baby, yeah and even more. It been so long I felt this way. Baby grant me the joy of making me taste it right here.. yes I mean now. He said. this time, he was breathing so fast like he had lost breath after running a long race.
Ohenewaa Agyemang, class 102, Volta Hall, room 218, I said. Quickly he withdrew from his position and questioned. Did I mention all that in my phone conversation too.”Nope”, I replied and proceeded…. “I know because I am Ohenewaa’s room-mate”. She speaks so well of you Honourable M.P. I couldn’t hold my laughter when I saw the look on his face. He looked like he had encounter an evil spirit in his car.
Calmly,he mastered the courage to speak again but a bit frightened this time. “You are the Jossy she speaks about all the time”? Yes Honourable”, I answered and smiled (teasingly). He came in again. “Oh dear I’m so sorry for my actions earlier on. Kindly forgive me. Ohenewaa told me how you sometimes help with her studies. from the way she spoke about you, I could tell you are a brilliant girl too”.
“Please, let’s forget about all that I said and never mention this to my daughter. In fact, I would do my best to help with some of your bills too for free”, he pleaded. I replied, “oh, so you can actually help me with that for free? Okay that’s fine…. let just say I have eeeerm, a short video of our little secret here on my phone” and I played.
With his head shamelessly bowed, I opened the car and stepped out….. Jossy , Jossy , I heard him call but I was already out in the dark.
That night, I slept peacefully knowing that I could count on my father’s words to TRUST GOD FOR MY NEEDS.
Ladies, who can guess how I had my bills settled from time to time, after my encounter with Mr. Agyemang? I never met him face to face again but my bills were mostly settled and on time. Imagine how I could have worked all night on him in bed for like only God knows how many rounds and hours. While my rommie studied all night . Just think of how these rich men who can help us only if we perform wifely duties to them, have daughters like us who they want to push to pursue their dreams and become great leaders in our country.
Don’t you think we deserve same or even more?