She was shouting, no in fact she was screaming, throwing the pillows in his room about. She walked out of the room slamming the door then she came back.
“Kofi Akoto Boakye!” she called, no it was more of a bellow.
He’d never seen her like this before. He was used to the crying and complaining , as for that he could handle but this, he was petrified all he kept doing was whispering , ” Nana please calm down, calm down. ” It didn’t seem to be working but he kept on repeating it.
“Circ! Circ! Circ! “, the mate had saved him. Kofi woke up sweating, staying by the street had literally saved his life. It was only 6pm, how had he dozed off? He quickly checked his whatsapp to make sure he had not sent any wierd messages. He walked to the bathroom and washed his face, told himself all was well and it was just a dream.
Nana Ama was probably enjoying her bridal shower / bacheolorette, he really could not tell the difference. He let out a loud sigh and contemplated going downstairs to chat with his sister, but on second thought he decided to stay in his room and listen to some music.
The more he thought about it, the more he figured she might not even react the way his mind was telling him, after all it could even be a pleasant discovery for her.
Nana Ama was enjoying her shower, she had the most supportive friends. Though they were just four, they meant so much to her and they knew how to make her happy.
Kukua had come with some cake and series insisting that Nana relaxed so that ‘ madam rose ‘ did not show up on the ‘D-day’. She was her counselor and confidante.
Kukua had even helped teach her how to calculate her cycle and other things only the two of them could talk about, they’d been friends since KNUST and even with her busy schedule as superintendent pharmacist, Kukua always had time for her.
Maame was the idea bank , she’d brought all sorts of games, a danceable playlist and her pancakes, Maame she’d know since Junior high and was like a sister.
Then there was Sedinam, she lead them into a powerful prayer session as soon as she arrived , she was not Music Director of their Alumni Choir for nothing. Then quiet Jeanne, well who was no longer quiet after one year of marriage .
Nana Ama had her four pillars with her and she was indeed delighted, she knew the evening would be fun .
She needed this so much, in just a couple of weeks she would be Mrs Boakye, she smiled to herself.