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Nana Kwadwo drove dangerously, recklessly, painfully…
Oforiwaa kept calling, but he didn’t pick the call. He was in too much pain, and there was this hot spot in his brain that seemed to be burning, giving him a splitting headache that he could barely cope with.
And, back to the scene he had left, the old pastor bent down slowly with much effort and picked up Nana Kwadwo’s wedding ring. When he straightened up he saw that Ewura Akua was staring at him with sudden horror on her face.
Gone were her sultry and seductive expressions. On her face now was a look of sheer terror and pain. She began to move toward the pastor, her eyes huge with horror, huge balls of tears coasting down her cheeks.
“Oh, Lord, Nana, oh Nana!” she whispered desperately.
“Hey, you damn b*tch!” cried the huge brute with the massive erection, his wicked face enraged. “Where the f*ck do you think you’re going to? Come back here!”
But Ewura Akua moved toward the old pastor, one arm thrown across her breasts, the other hand now covering her groin in a vain attempt to cover her nakedness.
“Oh, Nana, forgive me, forgive me, my love, my husband!” she kept saying as tears engulfed her.
The huge brute cursed profusely and began to walk toward her, his hand rubbing up and down the erection in his leather trousers. He was not going to be denied of this prey for his lust.
The old pastor dropped Nana Kwadwo’s ring into his trouser pocket, and then he leaned into his wagon, reached into the back, and when he turned he was holding a huge pump-action rifle in his hand which he pointed at the advancing giant.
“Leave the lady alone, please,” he said firmly. “Be gone on your way.”
The huge man stopped in his tracks and glared at the old pastor and the rifle in his hand.
“You son-of -a -bitch!” he growled furiously. “If you don’t step aside I’ll take that rifle and wrap it around your scrawn neck, man of God!”
“Really?” the old pastor said, and then he pumped the rifle to lever a round into the chambers, pointed, and fired.
The rifle roared, and the heavy bullet roared between the heavy man’s right shoulder, nicking off a bit of his right ear.
He squealed with sudden fright and crouched, his hand flying to his ear and coming off stained with oozing blood! His eyes glared at the old pastor with enraged wrath, and for a moment his shoulders bunched.
“Hey, Zik!” one of his friends cried with fear. “Leave it, Zik! Let’s go! The cops will be here any moment!”
But the crouching man, a determined bully, was enraged and wanted to get the woman at all cost. His eyes watched Ewura Akua’s succulent buttocks and he licked his lips.
The old pastor levelled the rifle at his head.
“Don’t even think it, fool,” he said, his voice harsh. “I was champion marksman in the army before I met the Lord and changed my ways. Believe me, I’ve dealt with worse scourge of the earth than you, and trodden on worse rabble. Next bullet goes right through your head!”
Zik’s eyes were stone-cold.
“You wouldn’t dare!” he hissed furiously. “You ain’t got it in you!”
“Unto your hands, dear Lord, I commit another soul,” the old pastor said and pumped the rifle again, and when Zik saw the cold look in the old man’s eyes he stood up suddenly and began walking backwards.
The pastor’s rifle followed him unwaveringly.
The giant pointed a finger at the old pastor.
“This ain’t over yet, old man, not by a long shot!” he said nastily. “Imma gonna find you, and Imma gonna mess you up silly.”
He turned and kicked a piece of paper on the ground savagely.
His two friends were already in the car, and he joined them.
The pastor kept the rifle on them until they reversed, executed a screeching turn, and sped into the night.
And then all the people who had been watching with fear began to gather around the weeping Ewura Akua. The old pastor was congratulated as he put the rifle back in the back of the wagon.
A woman pulled a huge cloth from a shopping bag and draped it around Ewura Akua’s hips, covering her nudity. The old pastor removed his coat and draped it around the weeping girl’s shoulders.
“Come, I’ll take you home,” the pastor said softly.
He opened the back door and some other people helped the shell-shocked woman inside.
The pastor got behind the wheel, started up, and reversed carefully.
As he began to drive he heard her weeping pitifully in the back seat.
“Please, I beg of you, take me home, before he leaves me!” she said, her voice shaking horribly.
“Your husband, I presume?” the pastor asked quietly.
“Yes, my husband whom I’m hurting so much, my beloved husband I am killing so completely!” she cried. “Oh, Nana, Nana, Nana! Forgive me! I’m so sorry!”
The old pastor sighed deeply as he took a branch in the road and soon began to travel on a lonely stretch of road.
“Where are you taking me?” Ewura Akua asked with sudden concern as she looked out of the window. “Oh, please, please! He might be home and hurting now, or packing out! He agreed to stay with me for two weeks! If I don’t see him he’ll leave me! I can’t live without him! Please, please, take me home, take me to my husband!”
The old pastor sighed again and swung to the side of the lonely road, turned on the inside lights and then swivelled in his seat to look at her.
“Calm down, lady,” he said gently. “What’s your name?”
He smiled sadly.
“My name is Ogum Narh, a retired pastor,” he said and handed her a huge handkerchief. “Do you know what is happening to you?”
She took the handkerchief, wiped her face, and then blew her nose noisily. She shook her head vigorously, and her expression of horror cut the kind old man’s heart.
“No, please no!” she said tremulously. “I lose track of time, and only come to myself when I do something evil to my husband. We just got married today, and something forced me to make love to my ex-boyfriend right in front of my husband! And then I just came to myself and saw him throwing our ring away! Oh, God, oh God, help me! Am I going mad? What is happening to us? Oh, dear sweet Jesus help me!”
She began to weep again, her heart broken.
“Did this use to happen, even before you two got married?”
Again she shook her head.
“No, no, Pastor Narh!” she cried. “Everything was so wonderful. It all began today, this night, when we came into town for our honeymoon.”
He nodded three times.
“Now, stop crying and listen to me, Ewura Akua,” he said, and his voice was now authoritative. “Somehow, a very powerful demon has decided to terrorize you, and drive you and your husband apart. Your husband threw his wedding ring, but it rolled to me, hit my foot, and stayed still upward, never falling on its side. It means that God wants me to help the two of you. Your marriage is not broken yet. Now, you have to trust me, lady. I can’t take you to your house now.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” she cried, getting hysterical. “Nana Kwadwo is all alone out there, afraid and confused and hurting! Please, if I don’t go to him he might think I went with those men! He would leave me!”
He reached out and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Be calm, Ewura Akua!” he said, his voice hard. “It is not over yet, do you hear me? God is on your side, both of you, and although there seems to be darkness now, light will dawn soon. If I take you to your home, the demon will strike again, and maybe cause irreparable damage to both of you. Let me take you home, and then I’ll look for him and bring him too.”
“What is going on, oh Lord?” she wailed. “Do I need to fast? Do I need to pray?”
He sighed heavily.
“I sense a very wicked and terrible demon at work here, Ewura Akua,” he said gently. “Let’s go home. I’ll pray for you, yes, and God will definitely show us a way, okay?”
“Oh, please, please, help us!” she said mournfully. “Help us before we go mad!”
“I’ll do my best, yes, Ewura Akua,” he said gently. “God always provides a way. Now give me your husband’s number and let me call him.”
Eventually they got to the retired Pastor’s nice house, located on the Sinai Hills.
“I’m alone now,” he said with a smile as they moved through the nice interior. “Lost my wife three years ago. My son and my daughter – we had only two wonderful children – are both married now. They’ll be coming next month to visit me. It will be my birthday, you know, and they’ll bring my five grandchildren. Right now I have a housekeeper who comes in for two hours every morning to help out.”
He stopped in front of a door, inserted a key, opened it, and motioned Ewura Akua inside.
“You can rest here, Ewura Akua,” he said with a smile.
“Nana Kwadwo is coming, right pastor?” she asked in a tiny voice.
“Yes, he is,” the pastor replied. “I sent him the GPS location, and he should be here in a few minutes. I told him that demonic powers are at play now, and we all need a calm head to work this out.”
Tears of gratitude fell down her cheeks.
“Oh, thank you, thank you very much!” she said.
“You’re welcome, my dear.”
“Please, can you wait here whilst I take a bath?” she asked tremulously. “I’m afraid to be left alone, please.”
The old man smiled.
“Don’t worry, my dear,” he replied. “Go on. I’ll be right here.”
He drew a small chair from behind the desk in the room and sat down.
Ewura Akua also smiled painfully, and then she opened the bathroom door and passed through, shutting it behind her.
About ten minutes later Pastor Ogum Narh’s phone rang, and he looked at the screen.
It was Nana Kwadwo’s number which he had stored.
He picked the call.
“Hello, Mr. Kwadwo,” he said pleasantly.
“I’m here now, sir,” Nana Kwadwo, sounding weak and tired, said.
“Oh, please come in, the door is not locked,” the old man said pleasantly. “I’m coming out in a spell, Nana, to…..”
The old man’s voice trailed off, and the phone dropped from his fingers.
Ewura Akua had just come out of the bathroom, and she was looking at him with hooded eyes, her forefinger in her mouth as she sucked it in a blatantly sexual manner full of inference.
She was absolutely naked, and water dripped sweetly off her incredible body! She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen! The old pastor could feel the evil presence in the room suddenly, and although his lips formed a prayer, it was lost instantly in the heavy air of lust suddenly taking hold of his mind, drugging him, making him insane with a savage lust he could not control!
Ewura Akua gyrated as she walked toward him, her eyes filled with desire.
She stopped close to him, noticing how he was trembling uncontrollably, his old face sagging with a rush of sinful lust, absolutely lost!
“I know you want it, oluman!” she whispered hoarsely as she tugged at his belt, loosening it and unzipping his fly after unbuttoning the trousers.
Poor Pastor Narh could not move as his trouser and boxers dropped to the floor.
She breathed on him, but he knew it wasn’t her, no.
He was right, it was a most foul spirit, a very wicked and vicious spirit determined to destroy this girl.
He barely felt her hand flicking over him, but his horrified eyes looked down, and he saw that his manhood, which had ceased to stand proud since the death of his wife, was now pointing up at his face, old but alive, it seemed to say.
“Do you want to stick it inside my sweet, wet, pu**y?” she cooed sexily.
And that was when the door opened, and Nana Kwadwo stood in the doorway.
He saw his wife’s nakedness, her hand hovering near the old pastor’s erect scorpion.
He did not speak.
His jaw worked tightly, his teeth gnashing and grinding, his face so tortured that it did not look human.
“Hellooo, husby!” Ewura Akua said with a giggle, winking seductively at him. “Welcome! Join us! Let’s make this a kinky threesome! Oooh! I’m so horny!”
Nana Kwadwo bowed his head, and although he had vowed not to cry again, he could not stop his tears.
Without a word he turned and began to walk away.
“Jesus Christo Christo!” old Pastor Narh screamed suddenly, and then he pushed Ewura Akua away with all his might.
She uttered a startled angry cry as she fell down, and then the pastor sprinted for the door, and as he gained the corridor he pulled the door shut and turned the lock.
Ewura Akua was screaming with frenzy as she tried to open the door, and then she kept flinging herself against it heavily time after time.
“Open this fu**ing door!” she screamed shrilly. “Open the fu**ing door you fu**ing old cu*thole!”
But the old pastor had locked her inside, and he was running desperately after Nana Kwadwo.
“Mr. Kwadwo, Mr. Kwadwo, wait don’t go, you don’t understand!” the old man screamed.
When he went outside, Nana Kwadwo’s car was already speeding away. Nana Kwadwo looked into his driving-mirror and saw the scrawny legs of the old pastor and his pathetic little erection standing in the yard.
His tears fell harder, and then his phone rang again.
He looked at it.
This time Nana Kwadwo slid the answer button to accept the call.
“Hello, Oforiwaa,” he said sadly.
Pastor Ogum Narh watched helplessly as Nana Kwadwo sped into the night.
And just then the clock in the living-room behind the Pastor began to strike the hour.
It was midnight.
The dead of night.
He saw that he was still wearing only his shirt.
His heart tearing up with horror, the pastor went inside.
He realized he had left his phone inside the room with Ewura Akua. He could hear her seductive, lecherous voice calling out to him, infusing him with sinful desires again.
“Yea, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil!” the pastor said as he fled into his study just off the living-room.
He reached for the telephone on his desk and his old fingers punched the numbers quickly. The phone rang about six times at the other end, but he would not give up.
He continued calling until it was picked up at the other end, and a deep sleepy voice.
“Jesus, sir, do you know the time it is?”
Pastor Narh was weeping into the phone as he spoke.
“Oh, thank goodness, thank God, thank God!” he said, but his weeping voice made the other man at the end of the line speak with sudden concern.
“Goodness, pastor, what’s happening to you?”
“Oh, Ledi, Ledi, Ledi!” Pastor Ogum Narh wept. “Something terrible is happening. I beg of you, I need you, please, please, come and help me!”
“Hey, relax, old man,” Ledi Pedi said at the other end. “Tell me what’s going on!”
Ten minutes later, Pastor Ogum Narh slowly put the receiver down.
His young friend, Ledi Pedi, who was an Unblind, God’s special servant who could see into the spiritual realm, was on his way to Sinai Hills to help.
Until then, Pastor Narh had no option than keep Ewura Akua locked up.
The old man emerged from his library, and he could feel the heavy lust in the air.
“Come here, old man,” she crooned in an evil voice that reached his ears and made his legs tremble. “I know you want it! You want to dip it in, don’t you? Bet you’ve never tried an*l sex before, have you? Don’t you want to dip your old stick into it?”
Pastor Narh’s throat was dry! The evil was so thick that he could feel that old snake rising up again.
“Jesus help me, oh Lord, help me, dear Jesus, Awurade Nyame boame wai!” the old pastor muttered pathetically as he hastened to his room. “Don’t let me sin like this against you and miss heaven!”
“Come here, oluman!” Ewura crooned, and her voice seemed to echo through the walls, causing the atmosphere to be thick with the spirit of lust that drove the old man crazy. “I’m all wet and tight for you! Did your wife suck you? I bet she didn’t! Come on, oluman! I’ll suck it slow and nice for you, and do you as you’ve never done it before! Ahhh, I can see you thinking about it! You want a doggy, don’t you? Come on, I’m on all four, sticking my sweet round ass into the air for you! You can do both holes, aaasssshhh!”
The walls were thick with lust and desire!
The old man clamped his hands on his ears as the longing became unbearable! He was so hard, harder than he had ever been in his life, but he knew it was not normal! It was evil at play!
“Oh, please, I beg you, Awurade!” he cried with tears in his eyes. “Give me the grace to resist, oh Lord, Awurade mepa wo kyew!”
Desperately, he fled into his bedroom, opened the medicine cabinet, took out cotton wool and pulled off thick chunks.
“Akokora, come to me!” her voice reached him, heavy and seductive. “Open the door! I’m on my back now, spread and so wet and so slippery…ahhh, come and suck my nipples! My breasts are aching for your touch!”
“Awurade, Awurade, Awurade!” the old man cried as tears of anguish fell down his face. He wet the cotton wads under the sink faucet. He was trembling too badly. Desperately, he stuck the wool into his ears, and quickly wet another, pushing it into his other ear.
Now he could not hear the crooning of the evil spirit any longer.
He went to his bedroom, lifted up a pillow and a blanket, and then he ran through the living-room and out of the house to his wagon.
He crept into the back seat of the huge wagon, put his pillow down, lay on it, covered himself, and began to pray.
Retired Pastor Ogum Narh spent the rest of the night in his wagon.
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