My friends call me an opportunist. I thought it was demeaning but I’ve grown to accept it. If you want things your way, you have to learn to use opportunities and if that makes you opportunist then that’s a good thing.
I decided at some point in my life that I wanted to date a guy who at least can afford some level of good lifestyle and I knew where to find these guys; business seminars, five-star hotels, airport, at buffets.
I attended a lot of seminars and events just to catch the eyes of someone in that league. It didn’t work. I spent my last dime just to be in swimming pools of these five-star hotels and nothing happened. There were guys but they didn’t look my way.
I got another plan. I saved some money every month so I could travel by flight from Kumasi to Accra, at least once every month. Rich guys take flights, right?
This particular flight was from Kumasi to Accra. I was seated before he came. Good looking, great choice of perfume. “Hello,” he said. I responded, “Hello.”
Nothing extraordinary.
But then he started talking to me. Asking me questions. I answered and I asked him questions too. He answered. Nothing serious. When we got to Accra, he asked, “How about your number. We could talk more, you know.”
I gave him my number. He gave me his card like these guys do.
He called. He asked me out on a date. We had another date. And another. He made me smile. He made me laugh.
Last year, it was the 24th December. He asked, “Would you be my girlfriend?” I answered, “Yes of course. Why not?” He said, “Thank you for making it easier.” We both laughed.
The next day, he sent me a text; “What would you want for Christmas?” I replied, “You!” He sent back laughing emojis but deep down, all I wanted for Christmas was a car!
—Sandra
