Bentifi's Tattle: When a die-hard fan stalks on Jackie Appiah

I nearly rush out in my birthday suit - now, that's a scary movie! But, this second shudder, is no quiver. I am certain my concrete roof is about to crack and fall, just missing me by an inch. Enough for me to stay alive to be able to tell you this story.

Were you asleep? Last Wednesday night. Did you feel the earth shake, like many living in Accra did? It happened three times! The first was as if a big articulated truck was passing right behind my window.

It is pushing 11:00p:m., and I:00 a:m., well on my way to slumberland, though still holding on to my phone, as I had been online chatting. When it passed within those split seconds and I became aware of myself, my mind sent me to the garden of Eden.

Where Eve had just opened Adam's eyes, and the Lord is calling him. He hides and covers his nakedness. In the event of an extended quake, I would not have time to put on anything, I advise myself, so, better that, I get up now and wear something just in case. I don't. Then the second, much longer and thundery tremble strikes! My imagination, oh, this imagination of mine immediately sees me outside my house, on the road, where all the neighbours too have come, with me among them in stark openness!

Soon, things settle and, I begin to laugh at myself. Then the third tremor reverberates! Oh, dear heavens! Don't manifest my joke! That's what it is, Lord. A joke, please!
Interestingly, I slept like a baby that night, waking up to pee just once. These days, it's often several times. In the morning, thankful for another day, I go online, to Facebook - yes, I'm a Facebook junkie - only to see via a post from my big brother "Uncle Tet" in London, who is "feeling a tad snooty over here today.

London was one whole degree warmer than Accra yesterday." He carries on, "It's ok, I know. Hard to take. Just take it on the chin." I can see him beaming.

Yeah? Uncle Tet, "We had earth tremors yesterday. Did you?" I fire back. We are Accra, our sun shows off here all the time. We want it to chill. You get a degree more of it than us, and you want to rub shoulders? He's still splitting his sides!

Did you hear the one about a fan stalking movie actress Jackie Appiah, such that the young lady has had to petition a judge to get a restraining order against him this week?

That, he loves her and so follows her every move. That, he's been doing so for the best part of 4 years. Four years! Now, that's some serious maggot! Some say he is just a die-hard fan of the beautiful actress. Die-hard Fan? Yes, "die" hard alright, I'll say! Stalking is a darn serious and scary matter.

I've seen images of the young man. He looks harmless enough, but really, when is enough, enough? This mere ‘fan love’, led to said young man literally relocating to Accra, from his usual abode in Kumasi, to, supposedly, be nearer the love of ‘his’ life.

That is very dangerous, I'll say. He is investing in his fantasy and may yet soon begin to believe he and she were an item, and begin making vacuum demands, which can just escalate into him tracking poor Jackie and physically demanding his pound of flesh.

Who does that? Sick minds. You cannot so claim to be so in love with someone you don't actually have a relationship within a vacuum and not at some point feel the need to expect the love to be returned.

If it's to so express himself, he got lucky. He had the chance to take shots with Jackie. He can hold on tight to that. He shouldn't have any more access to her, for there's a thin line between love and hate.

That table flips in unimaginable swiftness, and could well lead one of either being hurt. He should stop that nonsense!