An Actual Interaction With A Stranger in Amsterdam That Recognised Me

A Very Wholesome Ghanaian Moment

I WALK INTO A URBAN CLOTHING STORE NEAR MY APARTMENT IN AMSTERDAM ON MY WAY BACK HOME ONE CROWDED EVENING.

Beautiful Stranger : [ APPROACHES WITH RESTING BITCH-FACE a.k.a RBS ] Excuse me are you… Okuntakinte?

Me: [ NERVOUSLY SMILING ] Umm, yes.

Beautiful Stranger: Oh wow! [RBS replaced with warm smile] I’ve been following you for some years now. Can’t believe it. I really love your work.

Me: Oh that’s VERY kind. Thank you so much. Are you based in Adam [ short for Amsterdam ]

Beautiful Stranger: Oh no, I’m visiting from Berlin but I am also Ghanaian. That’s why it’s so great for me finally meet you. I actually sent you a DM on Instagram because I wanted to invite you to dinner.

Me: Oh really? A fellow Ghanaian! I would love to. What’s your Instagram. My DMs get so saturated so I don’t get to see everything coming in [ UNNECESSARY HUMBLE BRAG ].

Beautiful Stranger: Oh no worries, I’ll just send a quick “hi” to you now so you find me. I’m Emma by the way.

Me: Oh great.

[BEAUTIFUL STRANGER FRANTICALLY AND EFFICIENTLY OPENS HER INSTAGRAM AND SEND MESSAGE]

Me: There we go. Seen! I’ll send me my WhatsApp now.

Beautiful Stranger: Oh Great. Well I won’t take to much of your time but i’ll text you to figure out if a slot opens up. The Last Supper Project is so special.

Me: Bless you, have a wonderful evening

[ A FEW MOMENTS LATER ]

Beautiful Stranger [via WHATSAPP]: Hey Joseph, it’s Emma. I‘m staying until Monday and I was wondering if you are still interested to grab dinner

Me [via WHATSAPP]: Hey Emma, I would absolutely love to grab some dinner before you leave [back to Berlin] on Monday. A slot actually opened up tomorrow because one of the hosts had to reschedule.

Beautiful Stranger [via WHATSAPP]: Yes, sounds good! Do you already know a place or shall I look for one?

TBC….