Episode 5
[RECAP : Dzifa’s admiration for her teacher compelled her to write series of anonymous letters to Millson which were not replied. She eventually decided to approach him but couldn’t voice her feelings for him.Millson called her into the staff common room]
My Confidant
{ Dzifa’s Narration }
I drew closer to Sir Millson. I was happy in my heart.
“Please Sit down,” he ordered.
I sat down on a chair closer to him.
He said, “I have noticed something is eating you up . You are trying to hide it from me but it’s not helping you. It’s really affecting you psychologically and would soon trickle down to your academic performance. What is it?”
Tell me.”
“Sir, it’s nothing.” I said.
Sir Millson looked at me smiling. He said, “C’mon, tell me what is worrying you. ”
“Ermmm, I just ………..”
I realised the word choked my throat. I tried hard to say it but I couldn’t. Something seemed to seal my mouth.
Well, if you don’t feel comfortable telling me what is eating you up, I need not push it. Have a great day then.”
Before I could open my mouth again , he left.
I was flabbergasted.ℹ
I needed to share this nagging issue with someone. Most of my classmates were not trustworthy
so I couldn’t share my problems with them, especially this one which was very delicate to my heart❤.
I knew I couldn’t share this ‘little secret’ with my parents. How could I go to my father or mother and tell them I am in love with my teacher? How will they see me. NO! Discussing this issue with my parents is a non-starter. It’s out of the question. Then I remembered Emefa. She was a past student of my school. I could trust her. Yes, Emefa could be trusted. Besides, she was very knowledgeable in love and relationship issues. I decided to open up to her.
When I closed from School the next day, I went to Emefa and we had a private conversation.
Me: Good Afternoon, sister Emefa.
Emefa: Good Afternoon, Dzifa,
How was class today?
Me: It’s Normal. Same routine.
Emefa: ok.
Me:I have something to tell you.
Emefa : Ok. Go ahead.
Me: I have a crush on my new Government Teacher.
Emefa: Ok. That’s quite normal. Most teenage girls have crushes on their handsome male teachers.
Me:Hmmm. I know but he’s special.
Emefa: How?
Me: He’s not like the other teachers who chase school girls.
Emefa: I see. He’s special then.
Me: Yes and that is where the problem is.
Emefa : Hmmm. You see, the problem with you students is that if a teacher is very principled and highly professional, you don’t like him. If he’s very friendly and chase students too, you don’t like him. What exactly do you like?
Me: Honestly, I don’t know about that issue but what I know is I’m in love with Mr. Millson Lamptey. So what do you suggest.
Emefa : That’s a difficult question. If this teacher were to be a teenage boy or not a teacher, it would have been much simpler but he’s a grown -up man and principled. My suggestion to you is,forget about him. Anything you will do will lead to embarrassment because he will see you as a small girl, and indeed you are just a girl.Perhaps, you are just infatuated with him.
Me: Hmmmm. What you said is true but I am afraid I can’t do that.
Forgetting sir Willson will be like forgetting to breath. I love him and I can’t stop loving him though I knew he’s older than me.
Emefa:I know the feeling but I believe my suggestion to you will help you. I agree it’s a bitter pill but I don’t see how you will win this love game.
Me :I will try,Emefa. I think I should get going now but please don’t tell anyone about our chit-chat.
Emefa:Don’t worry.Your secret is safe with me. I wish you all the best in your love adventure.
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I left Emefa and moved towards my house .As I was going , I became sad at the prospect of losing Sir Millson. Was I really chasing a wind? Was my teacher truly beyond my reach. Emefa’s words flashed through my thought “If this teacher were to be a teenage boy or not a teacher, it would have been much simpler but he’s a grown -up man and principled.My suggestion to you is to forget about him. Anything you do will lead to embarrassment because he will see you as a small girl, and indeed you are just a girl.Perhaps, you are just infatuated with him.”
No!, I said rather forcefully. How can I forget about love. Love is a sweet feeling. Once it get hold of you, it’s very difficult to forget it. No matter how I tried to forget this feeling , I can’t. It simply refused to go.
A child who drank honey never forget its taste.I can never forget the taste of love, even if I just have a tiny bite of it. Her words bite deep into my spirit. ” Anything you do will lead to embarrassment because he will see you as a small girl, and indeed you are just a girl.
I agreed Mr. Millson was older than me but I was not just a girl. What kind of embarrassment was Emefa talking about ?
Was she forseeing me being bounced by Mr Millson? There is a saying that it’s better to try and fail than fail to try. Surely I have to try. I may get lucky.
“Welcome back”My mum said.”Are you okay?”
“I am OK. Mum, “I lied.
“You can confide in me if you have problem from school, “she continued.
“Alright mum, I will consult you if I have one,” I said.
That evening , I jumped into bed.
Suddenly, I saw myself on a beach, running on the Golden sands. Mr. Wilson was wearing a nice T-shirt and short. We enjoyed the cool breezes of the sea, as I put my arms around him.
I turned my attention to the beach and stared at nature’s beauty, the picturesque landscape, the golden sands on the beach and the smiling sun as it descended beyond the horizon to give way to the moon.
As we sat down on the cool golden sand,we talked and laughed. It was getting late. I got up and put my hand out to help him up.
When I felt his hand grab my hand,a sensation came over me and coursed through my body in a never ending circle of pleasure. My pheromones began surging like angry rams. We clung to each other as if we want to be like that forever.
I looked into his eyes. He gave me a slight smile and I itched closer to him for a kiss. My heart was racing fast and my breath came in gasp.
I placed my free hand on his waist and began pulling him towards myself. I put my other hand on his waist .We could hear the angry waves crashing along the beach as if to signal us of its presence or perhaps tell us the number of countless romantic scenes they had witnessed.
Our lips were about two seconds from meeting when he looked into my eyes and said, “Are you ok?”
I shook my head. He looked at me with doubts. I pulled him closer to my visibly shaky body and we hugged. He moved his hands down my chest and felt my heart pound.
We began walking away from the beach with our hands interlocking between our fingers.
At that moment a feeling came over me like a wave. The feeling was overwhelming. My mind was racing and could not believe all these things were happening.
Indeed,I counted myself lucky to have a boyfriend like sir Millson.
He looked straight into my eyes and muttered the words, “I love you
Dzifa.
“I love you too,” I said. Once again, I drew him closer to myself and moved my lips towards his, to kiss him. My lips touched ……”
“Dzifa! Dzifa !! Dzifa !!!,” I heard someone calling me. It was my father. I woke up and realised I was dreaming. I got angry because my father interrupted my ecstasic dream in which Mr.Millson was suddenly within my grasp.
“Dzifa, you were sleeping and talking. That’s bad.What is bothering you?”my father asked.
“Nothing, dad”, I responded.
He said, “Pray and sleep well, my daughter.”
He left the room. I was fully awake now but I could vividly recall the dream.It was al l coming back to me in shimmers of light.
Glossary
Flabbergasted
Appalled, annoyed.
Tbc
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