The Girl in the Silver Pontiac.

I drive a wine 2005 model Corolla. I call her Nikki because her physique brings Minaj to mind. Living at Haatso and working at Airport residential has grave traffic implications. Every morning like clockwork, I’d turn Nikki on and set off before 6:15. Over time I realized that, for every five minutes I delayed, I wasted an extra fifteen minutes in traffic, so I was as punctual as a hawker.

girl in pontiacI drive through Westlands, GIMPA then past Fiesta Royale. My office is on the lane behind Nyaho clinic. I hardly give lifts because of a bad experience I once had; the elderly woman asked me to make three inconvenient stops en route. I figured she was a caterer because on the third annoying stop right after the Fiesta Royale traffic light, she collected a tray of rice and another of stew from a person whose gender I was too bored to notice. Minutes later, half the stew spilled onto my spotless cream upholstery! Anyways, that’s a story for another day, this is about the Pontiac girl.

I was making a right into the Westlands road one morning when right in front of me, a silver Pontiac tried to make a 3-pointer, in the T-junction! She was either a learner or a cra-azy driver. Her windows were rolled down, so I could see her face. I call it face because English restricts me. Her eyes hid behind stunning black sunglasses, but her smooth dark chocolate skin with a soft sheen, even, white teeth, delectable pink lips and Rihanna haircut deserved a better description than…face.

It was too late; at the point her gorgeousness struck me, I’d have had to reverse to give way and that’d have been some way. So I just drove on and kept looking into my rear-view mirror like a paranoid taxi driver. Modestly speaking, I’m a good driver. I once drove a faulty Ford from Accra to Kumasi in half the time it’ll normally take.

So picture the smirk that drew on my face when the Pontiac girl sped past me and got back in lane two cars ahead. I wasn’t the same man. From that point till Fiesta Royale, there were just two cars on the road; mine and hers, every other moving object was either a nuisance or a spectator.

I had a Cravers chocolate cake in my front seat. If cake-making was an art, the girls at Cravers’ would be baking Picassos, hands down! It was the only pacification my boss accepted when I goofed, and the day before, I’d e-mailed a wrong quotation to a major client, so the Cravers cake was crucial. Common sense dictated that I drove with my precious cargo in mind. But even common sense gives way to gorgeous girls who can actually drive.

girl in pontiac1It was 2 fast 2 furious, GH edition. Every time she stuck out to overtake me, my heart pumped like a horse on steroids. It was amazing because not once did we acknowledge each other, I’d speed past her with one hand holding a phone to my ear like I was on a call, then she’d speed past me yawning and dozing, all of these at speeds over 100KmH.

I got to the Fiesta traffic light first and she was right beside me. I could smell the chocolate from the Cravers cake beside me, all the excitement must have affected it. I revved my engine, smirking as it roared, then I turned casually, and she smiled at me. I willed our cars to morph so she’d end up in my front seat, where the cake was. I started to roll down, to ask for her call card or give her mine, or I could give her the Cravers cake, I wasn’t sure. Just then the light turn green. Without thinking, I sped straight on, only to see her turn right towards Achimota.

I stopped at the next bus stop, hoping, praying, believing that by some miraculous means she’d show up. I didn’t even know her name, all I had was her registration number GE 1165 -09. When it became clear that I’d let the first woman to give me a drive for my money drive off, I forgot about my pissed-off boss and let it all out on the Cravers cake. Each mouthful was like the taste of my fondest memories, right next to the girl in the Silver Pontiac.  She haunts me till date

PS: Share the link to this post on your facebook wall, You never know who’ll find great use for it.

PSS: I lost your e-mail, do fill it in below  :-)

[subscribe2]

10 Comments

  1. Akofa said:

    Eeeeeeiiiiii, what a twist. 😂😂😂

    June 6, 2016
    Reply
  2. Aseda said:

    Great piece! but i can’t believe it’s fiction. i mean, everything was on point!

    November 2, 2014
    Reply
  3. Emily said:

    My guy, this one no be fiction oooo chaiiiii……original stamp of Ben J; leaves u reeling in the fictional world while believing for the life of you that this has to have happened or it cdnt have been written so well……..and that cravers cake, chale wassup?…..lol

    February 28, 2013
    Reply
  4. Abena Konadu said:

    Wow! Great piece….u sure its not a true story? Lol.

    February 27, 2013
    Reply
    • BenJ said:

      lol, it’s not o. Glad you loved it though.

      February 28, 2013
      Reply
  5. leslie said:

    I haven’t exactly been there but I feel you….and now you got me craving a cravers cake! How much do they pay you for that? Lol

    February 27, 2013
    Reply
    • BenJ said:

      lol. The cake is super o, but i like that you like it.

      February 27, 2013
      Reply
  6. Kwame Pocho said:

    WOWWWWW! meehhhnnn! I hope she reads this! lolol!

    February 27, 2013
    Reply
    • BenJ said:

      Lol, pure fiction bro, but i get the vibe you’ve been there.

      February 27, 2013
      Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *