Eclipse of the heart

“Prepare for my mid-semester exams.”

It covers everything we have done. My duty is to give you the big picture so that young intellectuals like you will search for the rest.


I can’t give you everything here. We shall meet again on Monday.

Have a fruitful weekend.”

Those were the words of my Political Thought II lecturer, Mr Henry Yartey.

It was a hectic day; everyone in the lecture hall looked tired and the anxiety to leave the lecture hall was running apace.

As we made our steps out of the hall, the sound of the raindrops on the roof of the building could wake up a dead body.

Trust me; it was louder than the snoring of an old soldier from Anomabu.

It rained so heavily that no one dared to walk out of the building.

We were all stuck in the Central Classroom Block of KNUST and our dream of getting back to our hostels and halls came to naught.

I decided to walk to the entrance to check if the rain was stopping but it wasn’t.

As I stood there with my hands folded on my chest, she came to stand right beside me.

Did I hear you say who? Well, a pretty lady I had targeted since first year but never had the courage to approach her.

At that moment I told myself: ‘Felix there will be no other sterling opportunity to interact with this angelic damsel than today, so be bold and talk to her.’

As I made an attempt to approach her, I could feel my heart beat in my foot, my blood pressure if checked at that moment would have proven that I was living close to the margin of death.

But do I have to let this opportunity go away? No! I had been walking alone ever since I came to KNUST.

The only friends I had were those old friends from senior high school, and I went to a boys school, Presec-Legon.

So do the math.

Do I have to be walking alone always? Don’t I need a female friend?’ These and many other questions started racing in my head.

I started rehearsing what to tell her if I got to her.

I started poaching fleeting looks at her just to attract her attention.

Finally, I mastered the courage of Yaa Asantewaa. As I walk towards her, my legs started shaking, my bollocks shrunk and almost vanished but I never gave up.

‘Hello! My name is Ntenhene Felix. I fumbled and the Felix sounded like “Ferish”. I had to speak in tongues to regain my mind. Lordina was her name.

“Felix, how may I help you”? She asked me and I responded: “Oh nothing.”

Everything I had rehearsed vanished.

On opening my mouth, the only words that could come were: “Lordina, don’t you think it will be appropriate if the government of Ghana provides university students with umbrellas?”

She stared at me in an unusual way, which made me know that indeed I had asked a very silly question.
Like Kalybos would say,’ “me di nkwasia s3m”. I was totally off track.

The conversation proceeded and I kept asking silly questions and giving silly answers.

At the end we got to know each other and we exchanged contacts.

I got to know that she was my course mate and resided in Queens Hall.

As the conversation got deeper, a shuttle arrived and students started boarding it because the rain never showed any sign of stopping.

She requested that I should board the shuttle with her since I was also going to Republic Hall which was just a stone’s thrown from her hall.

I declined the request with the reason that I wanted to walk as a way of exercising my body but in reality, I had no pesewa in my pocket.

She insisted and I reluctantly agreed and boarded the shuttle.

As I sat in the car I almost felt I was travelling from Cape Three Points to Kulungugu – a journey between the Southern and Northern part of Ghana, how to handle the embarrassment should the driver ask me for my fare was what I was thinking about.

A few metres away from where I had to alight, I started searching through my pockets pretending I was about to pay for the fare.

After a thorough search, I just shouted “essssh my money is missing.”

Everyone in the shuttle turned to look at me. Lordina asked me “Felix, how much?” and I responded “oooh is actually a hundred dollar note.”

I told her not to worry and in a very kind way she paid for my fare.

I alighted at Republic Hall and as I walked to the entrance, I felt as if I was surrounded by 10 dwarfs.

In the morning, I received my first call from Lordina who said she just wanted to check up on me and would want me to assist her in studies.

I had to impress Lordina and so before we went to the library, I read through all my notes.

I was eager to show Lordina my mental prowess.

Memorisation of terms and formulas was the order of the day. As we were studying, she suddenly paused and asked me: “Felix what is the meaning of Rights to Euthanasia.”

I looked at her in dismay and said “Your honour, what is wrong with this girl?” I couldn’t even pronounce the word, to think about the meaning.

So I told her: “I don’t know please,” and she never asked me a question again till we closed from the library, not even a single question relating to the things I memorised.
I never gave up but continued to study with her. I almost felt like I was the best friend in the world. Within a space of time our friendship blossomed and we fell in love with each other. I always wanted to propose to her but inferiority complex was my greatest obstacle.
I decided to rather resort to expressing my love through actions instead of words. I began to flood her with precious gifts. I spent all my money on buying her pizza, ‘shawama’ and took her to lavish restaurants almost every weekend at a time when I couldn’t afford fish anytime I bought kenkey. I sometimes bought her expensive fruit juice and went to bed on an empty stomach.

It was a windy Saturday evening. We went to the library to study for our end of semester exams. As we were studying, dumsor visited us in a grand style.

The librarian ordered that we left the library because there was no assurance on the visiting hours of dumsor.

We were both unwilling to leave and sat in the dark at a very far end.

I turned and our eyes met; it was eye ball to eye ball. Our emotions hoisted and I held her hand. I became very emotional and unconsciously told her:
“Lordina I am in love with you” and in a very soft voice she replied, “Felix I love you too but hmmm…..the truth is that I am a mother of two children.”

My breath quickly dropped and my mind went shut.

So I asked her, “Pardon?” pretending I did not hear what she said.

You mean you are a ‘born two’?

I became frozen in my chair. The librarian told us to leave.

As I walk down the stairs, I missed almost every staircase.

We didn’t talk to each other till we departed at the Royal Parade Grounds.

I went to my room quietly; no amount of jokes could make me smile.

I couldn’t make it to church the following day and as I walked to my bed, I began to think about how to pay the GH¢1000 I borrowed from a friend to spend on Lordina.

The school fees I sacrificed to buy her an iPhone at a time when I was using a ‘Techiman Yam’ phone, I mean Nokia 3310N.

The more I thought about it the more I wanted the world to come to an abrupt end.

Do I have to let her go? Or it doesn’t matter if she had two kids already…these and many other questions bogged me down.

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