233 Tech.

Future Me: Janaury 4, 2019 (Continuation)

Posted on 14. Mar, 2010 by Joshua Yaw Frimpong Barimah in Future Me

Dear Diary,

It’s not every day that one gets to sit and let go of all emotions held back because of a primary focus in life. It is not every day that one can let their hair down and just be a pathetic human. It is not every day that one can allow the memories that shaped the present flood in on the tide of tears. This day was one of those days; those days that you hold everything in even though you want to scream your disgust at the world.

Even as we stood there I could feel her gates of tears being forced shut. I could sense her swelling emotions being suppressed, not because of my presence but because of some damned reason that could kill a cat 9 times. “Buy me a drink.” Was what she said, after staying silent for close to 30 minutes.

I didn’t want to bother her to continue her tale least she turns those emotions into a lethal weapon and strike me. I agreed and we left. I asked her for the keys so I drive but she didn’t even notice my outstretched hand. I guess she realized I was more scared of her driving at “I-wanna-die” km/h rather than being a gentleman. We were heading towards Circle from what I perceived and we were heading towards it fast, real fast.

Upon reaching the second traffic lights from the Ako-Adjei overhead it turned yellow, or so we thought. She floored the peddle and we whooshed past it only to be whooshed past by a police patrol car. She slowed down and pulled over close to the overhead. I realized that her positioning was good enough to run if the police suspected anything foul. Also from behind it would be easier to go past the car in front if parked at the same angle. Who IS this woman?

The policeman reached her door and in an authoritative voice which came more from his one-pack belly than from where-ever policemen are supposed to conjure an authoritative voice from, he asked “Do you know why I pulled you over?” Like a page Willemina flipped into a whole different woman and started dramatizing the situation like she didn’t know what happened and she was sorry and a whole lot of mumbo jumbo that was lost to me ‘cos I saw something the policeman couldn’t see from his angle: Willemina reaching for a gun.

I was horrified. Policeman started leaning on the car and smiling. He asked for her license and pulled out his scanner. Like magic Willemina pulled out a license from where the gun was and handed it over to him. He placed it on the scanner and I couldn’t believe my ears when he uttered his next words. “Hmm, Joanne Ansah. 8 Guava Street, community 19, Lashibi” Joanne? Who IS this woman?

See the scanner was this pretty cool idea that some youngster from Ashesi had come up with once everyone had a National ID card. It worked mostly with licenses where the license only bore the name and license number of the holder. Once inserted into the scanner, which is like a net-book but slimmer, it linked up with the national central database to pull up the details of the holder. This was to make sure that people’s personal details didn’t get into the wrong hands, but damn!!! Joanne? I know Joanne Ansah. As a matter of fact I tried dating her.

The policeman seemed satisfied with what he saw and proceeded to book her for traffic violation. Willemina or Mary or Joanne or whatever her real name was turned up the acting another notch. This time she started to cry and the policeman couldn’t do anything but stop. She managed to manipulate the policeman into giving her his Blackberry IP address so they could text and chat and a whole lot of stuff that I’m sure was on the policeman’s mind. Seriously, WHO IS this woman?!

With that said and done, she wiped her crocodile tears flashed a smile at the policeman and we were off. I looked in the side mirror to see him grinning from ear to ear like he’d just discovered Santa Claus. Before I realized we were at our destination, Coconut Groove hotel and I was still lost in the drama that had just ensued. Questions began to float through my head. “Really, who is Willemina?”

(To be continued…)

Related posts:

1. Coming Soon: Future Me
2. 233 Tech: An Apology and the Future
3. Fraud. Is it a valid excuse for banks not embracing online payments?
4. Kasahorow, the many tongues of Africa

Tags: 2018, 2019, diary, future, futureme, Ghana, series, tech