Wrong number!

The days are flying by with so much to write but no time to put it down in print. Am I the only one who feels like time is racing to the end of the year?

One thing which has often bothered me is the manners of mistaken callers. Usually they answer the call by screaming: Akos? Akos?! When the response is "sorry, wrong number" the caller hits back by kissing his teeth loudly. I've gotten used to these calls over the years and don't let them upset me anymore. However on Sunday, even I was surprised by the reaction.

I received two calls from a woman screaming "Wula? Wula?!" When I as usual alerted her to the fact that she had called the wrong number, she kissed her teeth and slammed the phone down in my ear. Hmmph.

Later that evening, around 21:30, the same woman called again (unfortunately I feel I have to refrain myself from calling her a lady!). Exasperated, I once again told her, "Sorry, wrong number". Her response (screaming):

Dabi, m'enka enkyere me se eye wrong number! (No, don't tell me it is the wrong number!)


At which point I just laughed and hung up. Later on I wish I had stayed on the line and said "OK, sorry it's not the wrong number, I am Wula, yes everything is great, bla bla bla" and wasted her credit til she realised, it was indeed, the wrong person she was talking to.

Well, at least in the end she put a smile on my face. Silly cow.

*Special thanks to the Poet for helping me write in Twi

Girl Interrupted.

Since Friday I’ve had difficulty sleeping. (Well actually, it’s been going on my whole life, but since Friday it’s been particularly bad). I slept four hours a night Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Monday and Tuesday night, I only slept two hours per night (Ok, it’s possible that the Grey’s Anatomy season 4 disc that I borrowed from Dee had something to do with the last two nights lack of sleep) and so I’ve been walking around like a zombie for days.

Opening my eyes for too long is tiring, standing up is tiring, yes, anything really wears me out. But as soon as I get into bed, the sleepiness goes. I have to put on a DVD to distract myself from thinking or getting bored of trying to sleep.

Yesterday, I couldn’t take it anymore. At 15:45 I had to leave work to get some rest. Even the ten minute drive to Virgo’s house was a struggle, at every chance I got I’d lean against my seatbelt to rest my heavy head. Got to bed, but it took another 50 minutes to wind down. Then suddenly, I felt it – sleep beginning to drift over me. What a wonderful feeling, when you know the rest is about to come and refuel your body, like a medicine beginning to treat a disease. Then I drifted off, into the deepest, soundest sleep that would have gone on for hours...

…Except instead I was woken up 17 minutes later by the sound of my phone, as an extremely badly timed call came through.

Just another reason to detest MTN :)