It was a cool Saturday night, November 2001. The bright stars above provided a surprising and exceptional luminous light in the absence of the moon. The atmosphere was similarly soft and filled with some degree of nervousness. The music was equally soft, demanding of every soul in the Baachus entertainment hall an inner urge for an opposite partner.

The students danced in couples to the cool music being played by our lead Disc Jockey (DJ), 'Eyelid'.

As my eyes wandered across the hall through the dancing couples, I noticed a beautiful lady sitting by herself and sipping a glass of alcoholic wine. My heart missed a beat and decided to go for the game.

As a member of a leading spinning group in the city of Accra, it had been our habit to always find not only a date, but a sexual mate anytime we went on a programme anywhere.

I excused our lead technician, Osa, and headed straight to where the lady was sitting.

"Excuse me my lady, can I have a chat with you,” I asked politely.

“Sure,” she responded and took a sip of her drink.

“Err, I"m Nii, a member of the spinning group.”

“I’m Naana. Naana Owusuwaa,” she said.

“What a coincidence? I’m Nii but my friends call me Nii-Nii and you are Naa-na.” I joked. “Perhaps, a perfect match.  Are you alone?”

“Yes, I’m alone today,” she answered.

“What does that mean?” I asked again.

“I’m alone today but it doesn’t mean I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said.

“Oh, very well. I don’t expect a beautiful lady like you to be without a boy.  But, why are you alone today.”

“We had a quarrel about two weeks ago and we are both yet to decide to forgive each other. I thought he would run to me because of this programme since he does not have any other  girl on campus, but he didn’t.”

“Are you a student here?”

“Yes. A first year student.”

“That’s good. Please take your studies very seriously.” I advised and she thanked me.

“Please, can I buy you a drink?” I asked her.

“Yes. I would take a Guinness.” She answered.

I quickly went to the bar and bought two bottles of Guinness and walked briskly back to her seat. I opened the drink for her and she poured it into her glass of wine. I opened mine and took a gulp.

Just then, DJ ‘Eyelid’ switched from cool music to reggae and the students went wild with shouts and indiscriminate jumping.

“Can  we talk outside? The hall is too noisy,” Naana demanded.

“Ei. Won’t  I be beaten up by the students,” I asked.

“Why? Aren’t you a man,” she said while she taking my hand in hers and leading the way.

I followed submissively like a sheep being led to the slaughter house. After stepping out of  the main entrance, she took a sharp left turn towards a thicket. Soon we were engaged in an affable conversation and we both understood where it was leading.

Blood rushed through my manhood and it became very stiff. Suddenly, Naana stopped and turned round facing me directly. I felt her  breathing and noticed it was uneasy.

“You are such a handsome little chap,” she said.

I thanked her and moved a little closer to her and whispered.

“And you are such a beautiful little queen every man would be proud to own.”

She poured more of the drink into her glass and took it.  After taking the glass from her lips she directed it towards mine. I notice the marks of her lipstick on the glass and held her hand.

“Let me sip it exactly where you sipped to know whether your lips are sweet or not,” I said.

“Why? If you want to taste my lips, it’s all yours. After all we are alone here.”

“I don’t think so,” I said pointing to another couple beyond the thicket engaged in a long kiss. “We are keeping other people company.”

“And since they’ve refused to notice us, let’s also ignore them.”

I took hold of  her at the waist with my right arm as I was holding my drink with the left and drew her closer towards me until her breast and front were pressed to my chest and manhood respectively. She released herself into my arm and let go her glass and bottle.

We kissed and kissed and kissed. Five minutes passed and we said nothing to each other but kissed.

“Aah Nii. You are so refreshing,” she said gasping. With reference to her dogged acceptance and demand for me I remarked, “Your man must have starved you for ages.”

She pushed me back and asked in annoyance. “What type of compliment is that?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm,” I answered. Reluctantly, she accepted my apology and we continued with our love game.

The couple beyond us, apparently done with whatever they were involved in walked past us towards the entertainment hall leaving the two of us alone in the night.

We started talking about ourselves, delving into our families, social lives and the past.

About an hour later, I heard our closing signature tune being  played and I asked  Naana  

if she would accompany me home. She declined and instead requested that I sleep with her on the campus since her room mates, not keen with campus entertainment, have all travelled home for the weekend.

I obliged and informed my colleagues about my success in getting a partner for the night. I told them that I would actually be spending the night on campus so they would have to leave me behind after  packing the instruments into the truck. I bade them farewell and accompanied Naana to her room.

We walked past huge building and then through an entrance where she spoke to an attendant that I was her visitor.

 At the door to her room I observed a number on the door. It read, F666. We entered and the two of us enjoyed ourselves to the best of our abilities. I pulled every trick I knew in the sex game.

As has often been the case, I anticipated I may not have the opportunity of dating her again or even  have the opportunity of setting my eyes on her.

Naana was also good and she responded effectively to the intercourse. After three successive rounds of sex, I gave up and went to sleep.

I woke up with a vigorous tap on my shoulder.

“Gentleman, gentleman,” a male voice called.

“Eh, eh,” I replied and woke up.

My eyes met the gleam of the rising sun indicating I was outdoors. I was taken aback and suddenly came to my senses.

There and then I realised that I was standing half naked in the middle of a cemetery. I have actually been sleeping on the tomb with the inscription:

In ever loving memory of

Naana Owusuwaa

Born: 14  th January 1963, Died: 10th October 1988, Age: 25 years.

Rest In Perfect Peace.

Yes! I slept with a ghost and eight years on, I am still gathering enough courage to propose to a woman. I  am past my prime age, yet, I’m childless and my parents continue to worry because I’m the only son of six siblings

The End