Lusty Episode 6 is now rolling…
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“Oh, Nana, I’m so sorry!” Oforiwaa’s distraught voice said over the phone.
Nana Kwadwo fought his pain as he drove in the dead of night through the silent town of Sinai Hills.
“Oforiwaa, this is a very bad time to call,” he said, striving to keep the pain he was feeling from his voice. “Do you know the time? It is almost two o’clock in the morning on my honeymoon.”
He heard a sob, and it struck him rather sharply that Oforiwaa was weeping. That really shocked him. Oforiwaa had always been strong, sure and never been sentimental or weepy.
“I know, Nana, I know!” her voice said over the phone. “I’ve tried, oh, I’ve tried so hard, but I couldn’t take it! My heart is shattered, Nana, and I simply want to die!”
“Oh, Oforiwaa!” Nana said as he swung the car toward the private road that led to the cabin. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you, my love, about us!” she cried desperately. “I’ve been such a fool, and I fully realized that yesterday! I stayed home and cried, knowing I had lost you forever to another woman! I took our love for granted, and I thought I never really loved you! But I almost died yesterday, Nana! I couldn’t breathe! I’m dying, my love!”
Nana Kwadwo sighed miserably as he fought hard to keep images of the horror of the night from intruding on his mind’s eye. He was seeing his dearest wife all over in his mind’s eye: Ewura Akua riding Akwasi Manso, kissing that man on the street, touching that old man’s erection!
His heart needed rest, and fast, otherwise he just might go mad.
“Oforiwaa,” he said, striving for calm. “Please get a grip on yourself. I’m not in a position to talk right now.”
“Why?” she shot back, her voice fierce. “Because you’re making love to your wife? Because you’re so happy that you don’t care that I have a gun right now in my hand ready to end it all and stop this pain I’m feeling?”
And that one got to Nana Kwadwo.
The cabin was in sight now, and he stepped harder on the accelerator.
“Please stop this, Oforiwaa!” he said sharply. “Surely you don’t mean what you just said!”
“I mean every word of it, Nana!” she screamed, and as her voice smashed through his ears, absolutely shattered and extremely high-pitched, he became cold all over as he realized that indeed she might be telling the truth. “Ah, Nana! For two years I thought the love I had for you was dead! Yes, I searched for money, and yes, I slept with other guys, and I apologize for that! I came back when it dawned on me that you are the only man for me, only to see that you were engaged to that woman! I’ve been in unbearable pain ever since!”
“I understand you, Oforiwaa, please,” Nana Kwadwo said as he sighted the open doors of the garage, and drove the car through smoothly. “But surely this night, my wedding night, is not the time to talk about this.”
“Oh, yes, it is, Nana Kwadwo, my love!” Oforiwaa said, her voice devastated. “I’ve made a terrible mistake! I’m the woman who had the proverbial gem in my hand, and yet kept tossing it up and catching it, unaware that I was in a canoe, until it slipped through my hand into the sea, before realizing how precious it is!”
Nana Kwadwo sat in the car and slowly leaned his head back.
“I’m sure you’re in pain now, Oforiwaa,” he said kindly. “But, believe me, the pain will become less, and you’ll meet somebody and fall in love again.”
“I don’t want to fall in love again!” she screamed down the line. “Oh, Nana! I don’t want to disturb you, okay? Go ahead and make love to your wife, and enjoy your love. I just want to tell you that I can’t take this pain anymore. I haven’t slept since you got married, oh Nana! And I came all the way to Sinai Hills and checked into the Eden Hotel just to be near to you!”
He was absolutely shattered by that.
“Good heavens, Oforiwaa!” he said, shocked. “You’re here in Sinai Hills?”
“Yes, yes, and yes, Nana!” she wept bitterly. “I’ve been drinking, and I took sleeping pills, but still I can’t sleep! My heart hasn’t known peace! The pain is killing me! And I have my gun in my hand! I’ll be dead before the sun comes up, and I just want to say goodbye to you! I can’t take this anymore!”
Nana Kwadwo sighed heavily, thinking of how unfair life was.
Here he was, on the dawn of his wedding night, and his wife was roaming around town naked, and performing sexual acts on any man she met! A woman he loved with every fibre of his soul. Granted, she might not be herself, but how could he fight something that she would not allow him to be a part of?
The mere sight of Ewura Akua touching that old man’s manhood had almost caused Nana Kwadwo to reach out and kill both of them. He had known, as he stood in the doorway, that if he hadn’t fled from the house he would have struck that old man dead!
And then what?
He would have spent the rest of his life in prison!
Better to leave, and allow his heart to break, and find the strength somehow to live another day and pray another day, than to go to prison as a murderer.
And yet, here was Oforiwaa, a girl he had loved, and who had shunned him, not ever ready to love him back and treasure him! A girl who was so broken that she had come all the way to Sinai Hills just to be near him.
“Listen to me well, Oforiwaa,” he said softly. “A lot of things are happening to me. As I speak with you now, I just drove in from the town. My wife is not with me, and I’m in much more pain than you might be feeling right now, but I can’t talk about it, okay? So please, hold on for just a second. Know that I’m alone, and I do care about you. Just sleep for me, and we’ll have a talk in the morning, okay?”
She was weeping on the phone, her voice coming in wheezes, and for a moment he thought she had not heard him.
“So, you’re alone, Nana my love?” she asked finally, tremulously.
“I’m alone, Oforiwaa, because my wife and I are facing what is now clearly a spiritual attack of some sort,” he said, fighting back his tears. “So you see, you’re not the only one hurting. But our God always reigns supreme, okay? There’s nothing impossible to God. So, if you’re indeed holding a gun, put it away and sleep for me. Tomorrow I’ll try and see you, and we’ll talk about this, okay?”
“Oh, Nana!” she whispered, and he was glad to hear the relief in her voice and her sudden brighter vocal expression. “Thank you very much. I hear you, my love! Just forgive me for all the pains I gave you, my darling.”
“I’ve never held anything against you, Oforiwaa,” he said. “Now put the gun away.”
“I’ve put it away, my love!” she whispered, her voice oozing with love. “I do love you so much. Try and sleep for me too, darling. Goodnight. I’ll expect you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Oforiwaa,” he said gently. “Sleep well. Angels guard you.”
Nana Kwadwo cut the call, and then he sat in the car for a long time, and much against his will, his tears began to fall again.
He got out of the car, took a shuddering breath, and moved listlessly through the corridors to the guest room. He took off his clothes and took a cold shower.
Nana Kwadwo went back to the living-room and took a Bible and tried to read, but he could barely see the words as his tears blurred his vision over and again. Heart tearing up, he got off the seat and fell on his knees in front of sofa, and clamped his hands together in prayer.
“My Lord, my God, here I am, naked before you, Father!” he prayed as his tears fell hot and uncontrolled. “This hour is too painful for me, Father! I’m frozen, and I lack Your peace! Give me strength, Father! Evil has laid my life to waste right in front of me! Give me peace, my Lord! I beg of you! Send me the peace of Your love, and create a new heart in me, to love and support my wife! If it is Your will, my Father, let this cup pass me by!”
Nana Kwadwo remained on his knees and prayed and cried, but he couldn’t concentrate! The pain was too much, the hurt unbearable, the bitterness killing him!
Even as he tried to keep on praying, his mind kept on conjuring up images of what Ewura Akua and that old man might be doing!
His mood became more and more vicious, and he felt like picking up a pickaxe he had seen in the garage and going up to that old man’s place again and bludgeoning him to death!
Nana Kwadwo got to his feet, screaming with anguish, his hands spread out in total loss of control, naked and extremely murderous.
“My God, my God, my Lord!” he screamed. “Why have You forsaken me, Lord? My dear Jesus Christ, my Lord, please intercede for me! Why this pain? Why this cross? Oh, why have You forsaken me, Lord?”
Nana Kwadwo was a broken man in that moment.
He grabbed the edge of the glass-topped central table and heaved it up and away. The table overturned, crashed and broke to fragments, accompanying Nana Kwadwo’s scream of inner torture.
He moved naked to the end of the room where there was a bar. He wanted a glass of water, but when he saw the bottles lined up so nicely in a rack behind the counter.
Nana Kwadwo, a gentle soul now absolutely lost, rounded the corner in his nakedness, and then he blindly grabbed a bottle, tore off the lid, and slugged the raw alcohol like it was the last drink in the desert…
He grimaced and coughed horribly, because it tasted ugly. He threw the bottle away and grabbed another, opened it, and slugged it. This one tasted better, almost like milk and sugar.
The disturbed man opened the gold-edged bar refrigerator, dumped some ice into a decanter, and then poured the sweet-tasting alcoholic milky drink unto the iced blocks.
He carried both to the settee, sat down, and continued drinking, wishing to just douse the pain.
Eventually he passed out into a drunken sleep on the settee, still naked.
And that was how Oforiwaa found him almost two hours later when she walked through the front door of the cabin…
Pastor Ogum Narh woke up with pains all over his body.
He had had a most uncomfortable night in the cramped space of the car, and he stretched tiredly.
He prayed for some time inside the car, mostly for Nana Kwadwo and Ewura Akua, and also for strength to stand firm.
Finally he got out of the wagon.
He stood at dawn watching the house, and then he moved slowly toward it, draped in his cloth. He waited outside for a while, but he could not hear her, or feel that incredible urge from what he now knew was a full demonic attack on the poor girl.
And then he entered the house finally, and that was when he gasped with absolute shock. The sexual pull from Ewura Akua had become stronger and more irresistible!
The old man began reciting some Psalms as he entered his study and snatched up a pair of trousers he always kept there, a spare key for the wagon, and a little money from the mini safe…and then he fled from the house and locked it behind him.
Thirty minutes later he checked into a guest house where he took his bath, did his quiet time, and then ordered some breakfast. He made the guest house’s receptionist place a call to Ledi Pedi, but the phone was always switched off.
Retired Pastor Ogum Narh ordered some breakfast for Ewura Akua, and then checked out.
He was worried now.
Ledi had promised to be in early, and now it was fast approaching ten o’clock, and still no sign of his friend. As he drove toward his home, he was praying that Ledi would be there soon.
When Pastor Narh stopped his car and got out, he noticed to his chagrin that the front door was open! His heart missed a beat!
Had the girl escaped?
“Oh, no, no, no!” he said with great horror as he rushed toward the door.
He knew that if Ewura Akua escaped, with her sexual lust so pronounced by the demon, there would be nefarious and lecherous men out there who would take her and do very evil sexual things with her.
Pastor Narh entered the house, and something heavy crashed against his skull, sending him crashing heavily to the floor.
The old man looked up dazedly and painfully as he felt the blood rushing down a deep gash in the back of his head.
And looming over him was the huge bulky figure of Zik, the rogue who had wanted to take Ewura Akua away the other night at the supermarket.
Zik was holding a crowbar in his hand, and evidently that was what he had hit the old man with. His two friends, who had been hiding behind the curtains, came out now and shut the door.
Zik smiled nastily and hefted the crowbar.
“Where’s your rifle now, you sonbitch?” he asked nastily. “Told you I’m gonna get you, didn’t I? Well, I’m gonna bash your head in, old man, and send you straight to heaven. Next time you won’t try to cross Zik. Afterwards, I’m gonna take that bitch and screw her right on top of your corpse!”
The old man’s eyes went round with fear as he held up his arms defensively.
“Please, don’t do this, please!” Pastor Narh croaked with fear.
Zik swung the crowbar down murderously, and Pastor Narh raised his arms, and the heavy metal crashed into his upper arms.
Pastor Ogum Narh shrieked with indescribable pain, sure that his arms were broken.
He began to pray, convinced that he was going to die.
“Die, motherfu**er!” Zik cried and raised the crowbar to smash the pastor’s head.
But just then there was the sound of an engine revving outside, and Zik hesitated.
One of his friends rushed to the window and parted the curtains.
“Who’s it?” Zik asked murderously.
“A Hummer, man!” his friend said. “Crazy beautiful. Man just got out. Looks mean!”
Zik cursed angrily, reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun.
He moved to the door and threw it open, and looked at the stout man walking toward him with a most furious and lethal look on his face.
The man was not tall, but he was heavily-muscled and stout, wearing beautiful smock over dark trousers.
There was such latent fury in the man’s eyes that Zik’s heart missed a sudden beat, and he raised the gun and pointed.
“One more step, sonbitch, and I’m gonna blow your fuc*ing head away!” he said nastily.
“I’m gonna mess you up so bad!” Ledi Pedi growled as he bore down on Zik.
Zik’s finger tightened on the trigger of the gun in his hand, and he fired at Ledi Pedi’s head…
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