Love is sweet. But FanYogo? Even sweeter 😋. Especially when you're broke and in love at the same time — a dangerous combination!
It all started one boring Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting in front of my kiosk, selling phone credit and chewing groundnuts like my life depended on it. Business was slow. My phone was slow. Even the clouds were slow that day. Then, out of nowhere, like a miracle from above, she walked by.
Let me tell you about her.
Her name was Akosua. Her hips didn’t lie. They told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Her smile was brighter than my future. Her voice? Soft like “koko” from a wooden spoon. And her eyes? My brother… when she looked at me, I forgot my MTN PIN.
We had known each other for a few months. She used to pass by my kiosk every morning, always buying one sachet water like she was saving the planet 💧. Sometimes, she would buy two and wink at me.
A wink! 😳
That wink gave me hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, I could move from “pure water seller” to “boyfriend material.”
One day, I decided to shoot my shot. But not with bullets. With yoghurt. FanYogo to be specific. Strawberry flavor. Because I’m romantic like that 😎.
So here’s what happened.
THE MASTER PLAN 🧠
I had saved GHS 6. That was enough to buy:
2 FanYogos (GHS 2)
1 sachet water (GHS 0.50)
1 fake plastic rose (GHS 1.50)
and keep small change for emergency trotro money (GHS 2)
Yes, I’m a responsible man 🧍🏽♂️.
I called my small cousin Kwame to help me with “logistics.” His only job was to hold the rose and look mysterious.
Around 4:30pm, Akosua passed by like she always did. This time, she had small makeup on. I don’t know if it was foundation or just natural fine, but either way, my heart started doing press-ups.
“Akosua,” I called, acting like I was just casually standing by the kiosk like my heart wasn’t pounding.
She smiled. “Ei, Seller boy. What’s up?”
“I’m okay. But my heart is not.”
She laughed. That was my cue.
I reached into the ice chest, pulled out the FanYogo like it was a diamond ring 💍, and said:
“Will you be my girlfriend and enjoy sweet life with me — starting with this FanYogo?”
She blinked. Twice. The wind blew. My cousin Kwame dropped the rose because of excitement. I wanted to die 😩.
Then she smiled. The smile that could charge your phone.
“You brought FanYogo to propose?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I didn’t want to come empty-handed. I’m broke, but at least I’m cold.”
She laughed again. “And where’s my ring?”
I pointed to the FanYogo. “It’s pink, cold, and sweet. Just like love.”
People started gathering. Ghana people can smell drama from a mile away. Someone shouted, “Say yes ooo! The boy try!”
And then...
She said it.
"Yes."
YES! 😭
I almost fainted. I threw my sachet water in the air like confetti. Kwame started jumping and hugged a random coconut seller. The crowd clapped like we had finished WASSCE.
THE CELEBRATION 🎉
After the yes, I told her we needed to celebrate. She asked where. I pointed to the FanYogo in her hand. “You’re holding the party,” I said. “Just sip slowly.”
We sat on a bench and shared stories. She told me she’d been watching me too, and liked how I was always respectful and funny.
Me? Funny? 🧐 I’ve been wasting this talent on phone credit selling!
We took selfies. I posted them with the caption: “She said yes… and sipped FanYogo!”
I knew I was in love when she didn’t ask for a fancy restaurant. Just laughed at my jokes and licked her FanYogo like it was ice cream from Paris 🇫🇷.
THE PROBLEMS STARTED SMALL 😅
Now, love is nice. But it comes with problems. Small ones. Like Akosua’s friends 😬.
One of them, this girl called Becky, started calling me “FanYogo Romeo.” I didn’t mind until she started saying it in public, even at church. One day, I was praying and she shouted from the back, “FanYogo Romeo, stop praying, she already said yes!”
The pastor looked at me funny. I nearly changed church.
Then Akosua started giving me hints.
“Babe, this FanYogo love is sweet ooo, but it’s time to upgrade. Maybe next time, yoghurt and small meat pie?”
Ah! Yoghurt and meat pie? That’s GHS 10! 😩
But love is sacrifice. So I started working overtime. Selling phone credit by day, polishing shoes by evening. One time, I almost polished someone’s leg because I was tired.
THE VALENTINE’S DAY PLAN ❤️
Valentine’s was coming. And me, I wanted to show Akosua that I was still romantic.
So I planned again. This time, double FanYogo and a small plastic ring I bought from the junction. The plan was simple: buy her heart all over again.
We met at our usual bench. I gave her the FanYogo and the ring. She opened the FanYogo, looked at the ring, then looked at me.
“Babe,” she said. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
That’s when I knew… this love was deeper than yoghurt 🥹.
THE SCARE 😨
But every love story has suspense. One day, she didn’t pick my calls. For two days straight.
I was worried. I even asked Kwame to help me investigate.
We followed her from a distance like CID agents. When we saw her laughing with some guy in a big car, my heart jumped like ECG light.
But guess what?
It was her brother 😅. She was helping him with something.
Later, she told me her phone had spoiled. “You think I can leave my FanYogo man?” she asked.
I smiled like a baby who just got breast milk. She hugged me, and I promised to buy her the big FanYogo next time (the GHS 5 one).
FAST FORWARD TO NOW 🕰️
It’s been one year. We’re still together. She’s now working and helping me save for our future.
Every anniversary, we still buy FanYogo and sit at our old bench. Sometimes people walk by and whisper, “That’s the FanYogo couple.”
And we laugh 😄.
Sometimes it’s not about fancy proposals or expensive rings. Sometimes, all it takes is cold yoghurt, a warm smile, and a heart that’s ready to love.
So yeah, that’s how I proposed with FanYogo… and got a YES 💖.
THE END.
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