Growing up, I heard and learnt lot. For example my grandma used to say that if you told a small lie, you had to tell a bigger one to cover the small one and then eventually you’ll be caught in the biggest one that will drown you. I didn’t want to drown in my lies so I made a point to keep things simple. I will tell the truth; after all it set you free.
So growing up I believed in honesty being the best policy.
This particular night however, this policy wasn’t working very well for me. Somehow I had come to understand in my adult life that the truth didn’t always set you free. In fact more often than not it puts me into even bigger troubles. I was accused of being brutal and unfeeling. Heartless! But I wasn’t about to give up the one true trait that my dear grandma had instilled in me. At the end of the day when all was said and done, I was the ‘free’ one.
But I wasn’t having any such luck this night.
On a long business trip to Canada, I started chatting with this fine dude of Ghanaian birth and Canadian citizenship. We talked at length, shared jokes, exchanged numbers and promised to hook up in Toronto.
After my business was done, I wanted to see the city so I called my Ghanaian/Canadian pal who was more than happy to show me the ropes. As the night wound down I felt light and silly. I had had quite a bit to drink but I was also ready to let my head down. So I did. I went dancing.
When my pal dropped me off I asked him to come in for a nightcap. He didn’t refuse. We started kissing from the door, down the hall—
‘What!’ My boo was livid.