Season 2 Episode 51

The Password Saga continues now, with some rather unexpected holes for Akweley…

Akweley kept seeing Kofi’s face, kept imagining the two of them together on a honeymoon! Suddenly her body was craving his touch, his sensual kisses, the ecstasy of feeling him inside her!

Getting to the airport and entering the jet, she only wished it was Kofi by her side, and it was killing her! She just couldn’t have that, and she meant to kill his vision from her mind’s eye swiftly and brutally!

 

She had rejected Kofi, and she was never one to go back to what she had vomited, as the saying went…and so she vowed that there was no way she was going to allow Kofi to ruin her chosen life.

She needed to make sweet love with Attah Badu, and that would put Kofi’s memory in the ghost category forever!

 

She was in great hurry now, kissing Attah Badu passionately, hungrily, driving her body into him!

He giggled and allowed her to lead him to the huge, beautiful and comfortable bed in the middle of the enclosed suite in the jet plane.

 

They fell on it, kissing desperately.

Her hands roved his hard body, down to his groin, and she was a little bit dismayed when she didn’t feel any erection.

Well, he might be a little tired, she thought. It had been a hard, tiring and exciting day! But she was going to blow his mind, or yes, and they were going to make great love!

 

She got off the bed, and in a flash she had taken off her clothes, standing naked and ready in her arousal. Her breasts stood out proud and succulent! Her body was tight and incredible! She was wet and greatly aroused, feeling Kofi’s stiff love pole slowly…

“No!” Akweley shouted, staring at the bed with tears blurring her eyes.

 

She was not going to allow Kofi to do this to her…never!

She gyrated sexily to the bed and fell down on it.

Akweley helped him take off his suit, and she pushed them on the floor.

She kissed him hard, running her hands over him.

 

He was now in his boxers.

She kissed his nipples, chest, navel and went down lower.

Still she could not see any erection, but that did not deter her. She would take him in her mouth in a jiffy, and he would be as erect as a Scotland street light soon enough!

 

She grabbed his boxers and pulled them off his athletic legs, and when she reached for his briefs she stopped quite suddenly!

He was not wearing briefs!

He was wearing sheer, sexy, black panties!

Akweley gasped, her face shattered!

 

She closed her eyes tightly and opened them slowly…

Yes, her husband, her handsome, wealthy, athletic husband…was wearing black lacy sexy panties!

Akweley refused to look up at his face.

She was trembling as she reached out and took hold of the black panties, and he lifted his buttocks as she pulled them down his thighs and off his feet.

 

She waited, numb all over!

Attah Badu was lying still on the bed, looking at her, but she did not look at his face. She looked slowly at the juncture of his thighs.

He giggled suddenly and slowly parted his thighs.

His groin was completely shaved.

 

The light was bright enough for Akweley to see that her husband had no penis…but he had a huge, gaping, wet vagina!

The tears blinded Akweley as she looked up slowly into his face, and then he burst into raucous laughter, laughing hard with genuine mirth.

“Oh, oh, oh! The look on your face, darling! How I’ve waited to see this look of pain on your face! Oh, Lord! This is so divine! I’m so very happy!”

 

Akweley was almost dead!

She shook her head numbly as she stared at this man-woman.

“Who are you?” she whispered, almost passing out. “Why have you done this to me?”

He burst into laughter again and got off the bed.

 

He poured himself a drink from a bottle in an iced bucket and looked at her.

“Oh, this is called transgender,” he said, still laughing at her. “This is so bliss! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. I’m a transgender species, yes!”

 

“WHY?” Akweley screamed in great anguish. “WHY, WHY, WHY???”

Attah Badu pointed a finger at her, still grinning.

“Now, that is a good question, my dear girl,” he said and walked briskly to one part of the cabin and pulled a hidden door aside. “Come, let me show you why, my dear girl!”

Almost in a trance, almost dead, Akweley stood up and walked on dead legs to his side, and looked into the cabin beyond.

There was another bedroom there, smaller, and sitting on the bed was a thin, extremely sad-looking girl.

 

She was wearing a black dress, and she was sitting perfectly still, staring unseeingly into space.

Akweley walked into the cabin with shaky legs, peering at the girl, and then her eyes opened wide with shock when she recognised the pale girl sitting on the bed.

 

The girl didn’t appear to see Akweley.

She just sat there like a vegetable! Akweley screamed and moved from the girl. She stumbled and fell, and then she crawled to the far end of the room and looked at Attah Badu, standing there naked with his shaved vagina.

Akweley was weeping bitterly as she looked at him.

 

“This is Adwoa!” she wailed miserably. “What’s she doing here? Who’s she to you? I thought she was dead!”

There was a sudden look of hatred on Attah Badu’s face, and suddenly he threw the glass he was holding with its contents at Akweley, and she cringed with fear. Luckily the glass missed her, and hit the floor and shattered.

 

“Yes, that’s Adwoa Badu, my only sister!” he screamed shrilly, his face maddened with fury. “Your bad father promised to marry her! He made her fall in love with him so badly! He even made her pregnant! When she told your father about the pregnancy, he told her he didn’t love her, and that it was just for fun!”

He moved forward, his face now taking on the etched lines of great hatred.

 

“Your silly father told my dear sister that she’s a big girl, and so she should get rid of the pregnancy. When Adwoa came to your house, you were present! You and your father threw her out! Akweley, you drove my sister to the police station, accusing her of being a thief, and she was sent to prison for three months, locked up, for stealing your jewellery, but it was false! You put the jewellery in her handbag!”

Attah Badu’s face looked quite maddened now as his hate-filled eyes tore into a hapless and shocked Akweley.

 

“I came down from the states and had her set free!” he continued. “She loved your father very much, and I told her it was okay! She came to see your father again, four months pregnant, and what did you do? You told your father not to worry, and you sent her to a quack doctor for an abortion! And then you dumped her in the streets! When I found her she was almost dead! She never got better! She went crazy, Akweley! You and your fool of a father drove my only sister crazy!”

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Akweley crawled on the floor with shame, and she grabbed Attah Badu’s leg in supplication, her head bowed, weeping uncontrollably.

“Please!” she wailed miserably. “Oh, please, I’m so sorry! Don’t do this to me, please! Don’t put this great punishment on me! Please, forgive me! Forgive my father! Forgive me!! Divorce me, I don’t want this marriage, no, no, no! Please don’t crucify me with this cross, I beg of you!”

 

Attah Badu grabbed her hair and pulled her up, his maddened face staring at her with evil intent.

 

“Listen, Akweley, I now own your father!” he hissed furiously. “I’ve pumped so much money into his business, and now I own ninety percent of his total business! I can destroy him anytime, and he will be ruined forever, and he will wallow in the gutter!”

He bent and spoke with the passionate luxury of an starved python, ejecting each word with venomous intent.

 

“This is my vengeance, girl! You will remain with me and take care of my sister! You and your father caused it, and yes, you’re going to be responsible for it! If you can make my sister sane again, maybe I’ll consider and let you go free. But as long as my sister remains insane, you will continue to be married to me!”

He straightened and pointed an accusing finger at Akweley.

 

“If you step out of this marriage I will claim all your father’s businesses, and you will be left on the streets without a penny! If you ever cheat on me, I’ll destroy you and you father! Do I make myself clear? The choice is yours!”

 

He pushed Akweley away from him with disgust, and Akweley fell heavily!

She was wailing and grovelling, and in an attempt to hold his thighs her fingers dipped into his vagina!

Akweley drew her hand away with a shudder of fear, and wiped her fingers hard on the carpet.

 

She began to scream with disgust, crawling away from him like a trapped beast, shaking her head with deep terror.

Attah Badu looked down at her with hatred, and then he walked out and slid the door shut, and locked it!

Akweley remained on the floor weeping thorns, nails and raw undiluted metal shavings…her agony was that fractious!

***

Kofi spent about three hours at the Central Police Station the following Monday.

Police Superintendent Kelly Hope had come to the Institute to tell him that he would be needed at the police station to give his testimony in an ongoing investigation of Doctor Bobo Dovlo.

 

Kofi found himself in an air-conditioned conference room facing ten people in the panel. He recognized a few of them. Judge Akwasi Buabasah was present, and so also were Doctors Hassan Braimah and Aidly Boamah.

He also recognized some high-ranking police officials.

 

Lastly there was a gentleman in a fine suit seated at the far end of the panel, almost in darkness, but he was vaguely familiar. He was one of the richest men in the country, Kofi remembered, a manufacturer of sorts.

They threw questions at Kofi from left, right and centre.

 

Knowing his freedom was at stake, Kofi held nothing back. He knew that he still had a charge to answer at the court, concerning the Sajili scandal, and he knew he could be made to stand trial and sentenced, and so he told them the truth…everything.

And after his incredible tale absolute silence reigned for a long time until Judge Akwasi Buabasah leaned forward and cleared his throat.

 

“Mr. Kofi Kuntu, your journey hasn’t been an easy one,” he said, and the moment he said that tears came to Kofi’s eyes again. “However, taking aside the emotional trauma you suffered at the asylum, I can see that you’ve grown from a very selfish and irresponsible young chap, foolish at heart, to a very mature and wise man, someone who will be of great help to society.”

There were murmurs of approval from the other members on the panel.

 

“Your testimony has indeed shed great light on a savage and murderous man we trusted with innocent people, Doctor Bobo Dovlo. Your penance has been served, young man. I apologise, sincerely, for all the terrible times you went through. When you step out of this room, you’re a free man. However, that gentleman at the far end wants a word with you, in private, and so we’ll leave you two alone for now. Goodbye, Mr. Kofi Kuntu. I wish you God’s blessings from today!”

 

Kofi could not stop his tears as the men and women stood up in ones and twos, and slowly left the room.

The expensively-dressed manufacturer stood up and walked slowly towards Kofi. The man was evidently emotionally affected because his eyes, behind his glasses, were very wet with tears.

 

He had iron-grey hair, and he sat down slowly on the table, facing Kofi Kuntu.

“Hello,” he said gently. “My name is Brempong Assifuah.”

“Oh, yes!” Kofi said, smiling. “I remember you now, sir! I was trying to place you. Knew you’re a wealthy manufacturer but I could not place you!”

The man nodded again, and removed his glasses. He took a handkerchief and wiped his wet eyes and cleaned the glasses slowly; his hands shook rather badly, and Kofi’s eyes narrowed, wondering why the man seemed so jittery.

 

“Oh, yeah, I’ve made quite a bit of money in industry,” he said with a sad smile. “Quite a bit of money. I had nothing else to do, you know. I lost my dearest wife many years ago, about twenty-five years now, actually. She died on the day she gave birth to my son.”

“Oh!” Kofi whispered, sad immediately. “Oh, sorry, sir. So very sorry to hear that.”

 

“Oh, that’s okay, that’s okay,” he said tremulously. “She gave birth in a hospital, way down in a village called Obomofodensua, her village. The doctor at the rural clinic who helped my wife to deliver is Doctor Joan Kankpe. I believe you’ve met her, yes, you talked about her in your testimony.”

Kofi’s eyes hardened immediately.

“That awful woman!” he said heatedly. “She was working with Director Dovlo to drive me mad!”

 

“Quite right, quite right, but you can’t blame her too much,” Mr. Brempong said. “She was in love with the man, you know, and this Dovlo man lied to her that you’re a rapist. Dovlo told Joan Kankpe that you raped his wife and that you’ve been raping girls and getting away with it. Doctor Kankpe’s only daughter was raped and left traumatized many years ago, you know. You can understand her wrath when she heard that you’re a rapist from Dovlo. Plus Dovlo promised to marry her and make her assistant director and all, so she evidently went along with him.”

 

“Still doesn’t’ absolve her for doing anything like that!” Kofi said, shaking his head. “She could have hurt me badly.”

“Quite right, Kofi, but as it turned out, she’s the one responsible for exposing the murderous deeds of Bobo Dovlo,” Mr. Brempong said. “She got him to confess on video, and she brought his secret files too, detailing the number of atrocities he has committed, not only against you and this Baluu man you mentioned, but also against a lot of people he perceived as enemies. Director Bobo Dovlo is going to be in prison for a long, long time.”

 

“He is a real beast,” Kofi said and shuddered. “He deserves to be locked away.”

“Quite right, he does,” the man answered.

 

 

Other reads in the series:

1. Password Season 2 Episodes 49-50

2. Password Season 2 Episodes 47-48

Password Season 2 Episodes 45-46