Exactly 15 years ago to the day , I was flying from Monrovia from Accra. Once I checked in, I sat in the large waiting lounge at Kotoka Airport, one which I had passed through far too many times to remember, since I started working in Monrovia in 2003. A very rude man had the audacity to ask to "borrow my laptop" and, needless to say, I sent him packing with one of my icy death stares.
I continued on my laptop but soon I was distracted by the same rude man talking loudly about people being selfish and not lending them their laptops. I think I moved away and, later he same rude man tapped me on the shoulder to ask me where I was flying and in case I was going to Monrovia, that the flight was delayed. I don't know what came over me and, and I took pity on him to thank him for the info. We got to talking and , I made polite small talk even though I honestly hate small talk. Until we reached Monrovia, he told me his whole life story including how he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes when he first flew to Monrovia when he was only 17 years old.
15 years later , that very rude man still annoys me but sometimes I annoy him even more. He is a pretty nice guy but a terrible planner, very bad at keeping records, wastes too much money and, snores too loudly. He covers his stupid decisions with sexism and blames me. He likes very soppy silly movies.
We have good times together, throwing parties in our apartment and travelling. There's been more robberies than we can count, generators breaking down. And, getting sued by liars and banks.
We usually have the most fun together when our daughter and us play competitive board games and then blames us two for ganging up against him.
Looking forward to more ganging up against the very rude man. 😉
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