NATURALLY ENDOWED! IRRESISTIBLY CUTE!! a nii commey handwriting




The beauty of Lucy possessed a physical taste of the average African Man- that kind of beauty that easily entices men. Naturally endowed! Irresistibly cute!!
And so here I sat in the trotro at the Achimota bus terminal waiting to be driven home. My eyes began to wander, until it fell on the striking beauty of Lucy, lurking around. She was so pretty I reflexively stopped munching my favourite nkatie burger just to stare at her wondrous charm. And she was not shamelessly dressed.
“What a beauty!” I soliloquized. I began to fantasize, hoping she would board the trotro and sit by me. As silly as it may have seemed, it was soon to become a reality.  Before I could take my eyes off her, Lucy had come on board and seated next to me. Her spongy flesh touched my body in the name of pushing for space for other passengers. Jeez! It was as though 140,000 megawatts of electrical power had hit my body. My heart bounced in sheer ecstasy. “I surely will get her contact number”. I muttered.
For fresh breath, I hastily hid the “nkatie burger” to make way for a PK Gum.  At this point, I was uprightly seated; the tail of my right eye, uninterruptedly gazing at God’s handiwork in marvelous admiration. She greeted me with an alloy of a nod and comprehensive smile which exposed the gap in between her teeth. It was a sight to behold. The visible display of her dimples proved to me why I had to debunk the idea that dimples were a deformity! I responded to her greetings with a shout. Two times!
The trotro by now was in motion. The tail of my left eyes intermittently caught glimpses of a man my father’s age, glaringly “girrafing” in lustful appetite to watch Lucy. The driver’s conductor was so astounded by her splendor that he almost offered her a free seat. Idiot! The driver himself was busily adjusting his- rear and side mirrors to engage his eyes in a tourist manner. Lucy’s phone rung. It was an opportunity to feel her voice. Listen to her: In twi language:
“Yess… who is that? Ahhh Blaa Eliki (she meant, Bro Eric)….I hate nansins oo.  Is it by force to frash you?. Please…. Please clear off my phone with your stupidity. You don’t know me well huh? You go and ask! kwasia sem akwakwa! mtcheeew”.
 Momentarily, I thought I was the one on the other side of the phone call. Fear gripped me so I became cautious of my body contact. She shifted attention to the conductor
“Erh, mate, you too won’t you give me my balance. Must I beg?”
Silence in the trotro. The old man was at this time admiring all the trees outside; the driver tilted his mirrors to keep him out of sight; a woman behind me whispered “hmm. If you dare take suich a girl as your wife. Hmm!” I quickly abrogated my plans to freely resume my sweet nkatie burger. After all who was I trying to impress? Mtcheeww!  I began to reflect what my grandfather’s advice on BEAUTY!
“It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.” 
 And Lucy gave me 1000 reasons to give grandpa thumbs up in his grave. What would you pursue- Beauty or Personality?

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