The Programme

Last weekend I ended up at pool party, of all places. It was a bit surreal - I went with a girl named Fatimah, who, along with her townboy friend Wisdom, I'd met at Sparkles on Friday. It was weird. Fatimah didn't talk much so I kept asking half-questions about the school everyone was from (Tamale Polytechnique) and sitting in silence in between. Didn't have swim stuff.

A bit further into the party (they called it a programme) one of the reps from Ghana Water Co. showed up. I'd met him at a community meeting Create Change held the day before. He was with two college friends, eyeing the college girls. They asked me if I had plans for Fatimah. I told them I had a girlfriend in Canada but 'it was complicated', which seemed a good an answer as any. It was somebody's birthday. They poured beer and soda on him.

Fatimah called me later, and I dragged Siobhan to Sparkles to go see her, explaining that I wanted him as sort of an anti-wingman. She showed up with a friend and asked what drinks I was buying them. So I bought two sodas, made excuses for me and Siobahn, and got the hell out of there. I apologized to him later. He's a good friend.

Anyway, she keeps calling me. I keep saying I'm busy with work. I'm hoping she will stop after a few days. (Although, she called just as I wrote that. Argh.)

Might get in touch with Wisdom again. He's a bit ridiculous (he 'owns the streets' and bragged about selling weed to the President's bodyguards when they were here). He called himself a townboy. I told him he's only a townboy if I'm buying the drinks.