Just before today’s lunch it started drizzling. I had missed my usual breakfast then. You can just visualize what was going through my human silo as the heavens tease me with its tears. Not even my ability to empty 1.5litre of Voltic bottled water from morning to lunch time could salvage my hunger and anger.
After minutes of moments of waiting fruitlessly at my office main entrance for the sun to scare off the rains, I defied all odds with a mutual friend and headed militarily to “Yummy foods” – our office canteen just across the street.
As we sat to relish our food (I ate typical Ghanaian fufu with groundnut soup) our other colleagues bumped into us. We squeezed ourselves under a roof and by a table to avoid the rains. As usual and typical of us we began to chat. Most of our discussion centered on the weather but with a different focus.
JJ (I love to call her “Ms Naughty” and officially the president of the “Comers Club”) said the weather calls for four legs. Then hell broke loose. She got an instant approval gesture from Joe (head of monitoring and observation of the CC club). I sat astonished but couldn’t seal my ears. The CC president took us through senior high school agricultural lessons and symptoms of animals on h**t. My eyes gushed out as she gleefully displayed and described the symptoms and professionally linked it up with human beings… the rest is history.
JJ’s “sermons” took our minds off our foods. We laughed, booed and turn her on until we realized the rains had stopped and time was far spent. We scram to the office to resume work only to find out that one of our colleagues Esme was left behind. Her reasons: “I was afraid of the rain.”
