It is quite a slow morning and the staff are attending to some customers in the café. A little while later, Irene, a shabbily dressed girl timidly walks in looking lost. Kwabena approaches her with a smile.
“Hello and welcome to Min-it.”
She smiles back and sways left and right.
Kwabena looks at her with raised eyebrow, then asked “how may we assist you”
Irene smiles again before saying “Please, Paa Kwesi said you should put me on-the-line.”
Kwabena looks surprised. He asks “On- the –line, oh you mean online; But who is Paa Kwesi?”
Irene says bashfully, looking down at her toes “My friend bi.”
“O-okay, so face book or twit…” Kwabena started.
She cuts in rudely shouting “face, face.”
“I take it you mean face book, very well come with me.”
He leads her to her computer and inputs the password for her after which he turns to leave.
Irene stars blankly at the computer whiles excitedly breaking her knuckles. After some minutes, she turns and sees Kwabena and another attendant, Regina looking at her.
“She looks lost Kwabena. Why don’t you go and speak to her” said Regina
“And what happened to your legs, what is preventing you from assisting her?” Kwabena snaps at Regina.
“Eeeii was I the person who put on the computer for her?” She replies angrily.
Kwabena makes a face at Regina and mumbles to himself “why do I always have to get the bad ones”. He feigns a smile and walks over to where Irene is sitting looking all confused and scared.
“Do you need help?” he asks
“He said you should put me on the line to chat.” She looks down and mumbles.
“Oh you mean Paa Kwesi”
Irene nods in agreement.
“Okay do you have a username and a password?” he asked gently.
Irene searches for something in the pockets of the jeans she has on. First the side pockets, then the back pockets and then looks at Kwabena with shock before smiling.
“Uh huh!” She exclaims as she dips her hand into her bosom and pulls out a mangled piece of paper stained with red oil and hands it over to him.
Kwabena takes the paper and strains his eye to see what is written on it. He turns and sees Badu, another attendant looking intensely at him and beckons him to come.
“What is written on it?” Badu asks.
“I don’t know oo, why, can’t you read? Kwabena answers.
“If you can read why do you call me then?” Badu replies angrily.
“Because I can’t read what has been written on this particular paper” Kwabena replies.
“And you say you are literate?” Badu teased before snatching the paper from his hands. He stares closely at it. After a while he lifts up his head and says “Eeii…problem oo”.
Kwabena looks at him irritably and teases “I told you so. Give it to me.” He snatches the paper.
They both peer onto the sheet.
“I think the username is firstname.lastname@example.org and the password is cexyblackgirl” Badu said.
Irene burst out giggling when she hears “cexyblackgirl” and smiles flirtatiously at Badu.
Badu cringes and moves some steps away.
Kwabena takes a look at the paper again and nods in agreement.
“I think so too, But wait oo, is that the spelling for sexy?”
He and Badu burst out laughing.
Kwabena enters username and password and logs in to facebook.
“Ah huh” Irene exclaims happily.
Regina, unable to contain herself any longer from where she stands behind the counter bursts out laughing.
Irene turns, frowns at her and asks Kwabena “Is she okay?”
Kwabena replies stuttering “yes, I think she is.”
Then she shrugs and says “hmm, many betiful betiful girl dey kolo now oo. The world is almost finished.” She looks on the screen and sees her profile.
Badu glances at her screen and exclaims “Ah, but there is nothing here on her profile; only one friend.”
Kwabena pulls him away.
Irene takes out an old phone, dials a number and immediately says hello.
“oh, afie na 33ringi” she says again.
Badu still tries to look at Irene’s profile.
Immediately, Irene speaks “Eeeii Paa Kwesi. I called you saa, you didn’t pick. Guess what? I’m on-the-line now.”
Kwabena, Badu and Regina all correct her at once.
“ONLINE!!” they shouted.
Irene looks back surprised at them, and says “shhhh, don’t be bush!”
She goes back to her call. “Ah huh, Paa Kwesi I said I’m on-the-line now. Let us converse.”
Some minutes after, Barimah, a young man walks hastily into the café with his phone up in the air. Kwabena and Badu are attending to other customers.
“This one is mine!” says Tilly as she walks off to meet Barimah.
“Welcome” she says smiling.
Barimah looks past her and keeps searching…
“Hello?” she says again.
“Oh oo, now see I lost my discount to make that important call. Okay hi… how may I help you?” he yelled.
“You? Help me? Anyway, welcome to Min-it! How may I assist you?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I’m here to use the café’s internet. You see, I am a young writer and I need to create a blog. I am not quite familiar with the process so I need to call a friend to walk me through the process. Now you see why I need that discount?” he replies.
Regina laughs and leads him to a computer.
“Thank You, you are very kind. He looks at her warmly and nods. Hey see, you are not only polite but you bring me good luck too. See, I just got a 90% discount on my phone.” Barimah said happily.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes, see” He shows her his screen.
Tilly smiles and replies “oh yes; good luck…I get that a lot.”
She walks back to the counter, yawns and glares at Badu who scrutinizes a customer’s faulty phone.
“Eeeii maadanfo, what’s up? Yes yes I’m in the café now. So where do I start? Take me through the process step by step.” Barimah speaks on his phone.
Regina eavesdrops on the conversation of Barimah
He speaks loudly “Oh no, don’t worry. Credit is not a problem. I have 90% discount as we speak now, we fi talk saaa!” he chirps.
Just then, the main door opens and a rich elderly man enters the Café.
Jojo, another attendant waits at the counter with Regina.
“Hello, I’m Johnson and I need to get a smart phone for my darling lady.” says the rich elderly man.
“Hello Mr. Johnson, you are at the right place. We give you the best and quality products for less.” Regina says.
“Oh no my pretty lady, just call me Johnson.” He winks at Regina who smiles bashfully.
“Johnson, what kind of smart phone do you need?” Jojo interrupts.
Johnson frowns and looks at him angrily and says “…and you are? Who said you can speak to me? Much less address me in such disrespectful manner?”
Jojo looks very surprised.
“Wombu adi3 kwraa. Herh! Panyin foto 3nnie wofie?” Johnson rants on.
He turns to Regina and smiles “ Aha, aho)fe…by the way what is your name?”
“I’m Regina please” she replies.
“Aha! Obaa nie; Regina ampa! Do you know my grandmother is called Regina? I used to call her mama Gina, oh she was so adorable.”Johnson says looking lost for a short while.
“Mr. Johnson? Hello sir? Mr. Johnson?” called Regina.
Jojo stands in anger with pursed lips.
“Oh my beautiful lady…its J-o-h-n-s-o-n! Not Mr. Johnson. You make me seem too old” he corrected her.
Jojo makes a face and walks angrily away to attend to a customer.
“I need a smart phone for my…” he whispers to Regina.
“For your?”She asks with eyebrows raised.
“For my little girl…my succulent Bernice.” He stands and day-dreams…”Mmmm Bernice.”
Regina looks uncomfortable.
“Dirty old man.” she mumbles under her breath.
…To be continued 10/07/14.