The Mortician…

THE WRITER

I am Akoto Adjei Alexander, a Christian. A product of Abetifi Presbyterian Senior High School, Abetifi-Kwahu. I am in my late 20’s and the last born of the boys my parent brought to earth. Basically, I am a fiction/scriptwriter who loves to write about nature and the realities of life. I do a little of Graphics Design, I do MC’ing of events somethings, a Motivational Speaker and a Relationship Talk Expert.

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 3

That evening we ate the food Ken brought from his sister’s end.

In fact, that food had every delicious taste present in it, from the ginger spicing to the pepper level straight to the salt content and back to the finishing chemistry of the food.

Honestly, the cook was a pro and I didn’t mind eating that same food for the rest of my life. Ken saw that I really was into the meal that he teasingly asked me if I was okay.

I couldn’t hide my utmost delight in the food he had given to me. He laughed and told me that this was a tip of the iceberg. He told me to look forward to more mouth-watering delicacy from the kitchen of his sister and numerous girlfriends.

From the look of things I could deduce that Ken was from a very rich background but he was very friendly and humble. He was easy going, affable, soft spoken, kind hearted, jovial and also a very handsome person. After the evening meal he pleaded with me to take a walk with him to campus and of which I complied.

I also wanted to know the corners of the school and all the hostels so that my movement on campus could be swift and easy. It seemed Ken was already a popular person because almost every guy and lady we came across at our hostel shouted his name, we first passed by the hostel cafeteria to get some drinks before we went to campus. As we took our drinks, Ken took the opportunity to ask for more details about me and I openly told him everything about me without hiding any secret away from him.

He felt pity for me and promised to assist me in every little way he could. He also told me about himself and that of his younger sister and how her friends have been pestering his life all in the name of love. And he said he saw almost all of them as gold diggers who were after his family wealth and his fine boy looks. He told me that he also didn’t spare them at all when they made sexual advances towards him because to him the biggest insult a woman could give to a man was ” WHAT WERE YOU ABLE TO DO TO ME WHEN I CAME TO YOUR ROOM or SLEPT ON YOUR BED FOR A WHOLE NIGHT”.

Since all the female friends were rushing to have a piece of him, he also gave it to them in a very hard way. There had been countless times where he even had a clash when he was busily banging some of the ladies, it always resulted in a fight or brawl but for him he cared less. He pleaded with me to be a spy and cover up anything I was with him and for that he would always reward me for my services, I told him not to worry because since he had my back, I also had his solidly like a body lotion on the body.

He paid for the drinks and we left the cafeteria. As we got to the basket ball court he told me to wait behind as he wanted to get his small phone from his car, he walked to a black Toyota Venza and pressed on a remote which unlocked the door of the car. He came back and asked us to continue with our evening stroll, on the way I pleaded with him to lend me his phone so I can call my mum and inform her of my safe trip to my new school, Ken was surprised with my request and asked where my phone was?

I told him that the only phone I ever owned had to be sold to foot my bills back at the senior high school when I went in for my results slip and testimony. Ken felt sad for me, he brought a phone out from his breast pocket, took his sim card and memory card out and handed it over to me a Samsung galaxy S3 phone which he told me to keep as my personal phone, I was astonished and I stared at him sheepishly for the mind blowing and wonderful things this young man had been doing for me in just a few hours of coming across him.

He made us branch to a nearby credit vendor and purchased a sim card and recharge card for me and encouraged me to call my mum, I tried my mum’s line for some time but the network wasn’t connecting. We got to the main campus where he also made a call to someone I guess was a lady, the person directed us to his or her current location, as we got to the exact location I realised it was a female that Ken called because it was an overall female hostel. He called the lady again and she came out to meet us.

Honestly Ken had good preference for women because this lady was gorgeously beautiful with her curvy body and heavy artilleries in front and behind her. She gave me a friendly hug whiles she gave Ken a kiss right in front of me. She asked us to follow her and the things I saw inside the hostel were unbelievable. Some of the ladies were half naked and I couldn’t take my eyes off what I was seeing. I, for the very first time yearned for a lover so I could also enjoy what Ken was already enjoying. The lady ushered us into her room and as we entered we got a surprise we least expected.

As we entered the room were met her roommate naked, I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, we were caught by surprise as we stared at Ken’s girlfriend roommate without even blinking our eyes. Ken’s girlfriend screamed at her to find something to put on before she got angry with her. I believe she did that because she knew what her boyfriend was capable of doing. Her roommate was a light skin person with little round pointed breast, very curvy even than Ken’s girlfriend and what got me crazy was how she had design the hair on her private part. I couldn’t stand the heat again so I told Ken I would like to wait for him outside.

On my way, I met this nice looking girl who stared at me and gave me a faint smile. I passed by her and turned my back only to see her standing and looking at me, I ignored her and went out of the hostel smiling to myself for one stupid reason. I believe you want to know the reason so I will tell you without hiding it from you. Back at Kwahu I thought I had seen the most beautiful girls ever on this planet but my stay on this campus for less than 12hours has taught me that those girls were no where compared to the beautiful damsels on this campus. I don’t know if the school authorities did a facial and body check on the ladies before they were admitted into the school.

I remembered to call my mum again and as I tried her line this time around it went through. Well, I called her for continuous 4 times before she answered. I think she was fast asleep but as she heard my voice her tone changed to a happy one. She was a bit worried and though worried, sleep stole her to dreamland, “who said the eyes knew sorrow…………. if you aren’t feeling sleepy you claim you don’t have anywhere to sleep”.

I narrated my sad encounter with the thieves I met earlier on and the timely intervention from the new guardian angel I came across. I further told her about my new roommate and the sophisticated phone this guy gave to me for free. My mum asked where Ken got all the things he was sharing with me and I told her Ken was from a rich background so everything he was sharing with me is purely genuine. She felt touched and wished to speak with Ken so she could show her heartfelt appreciation for everything this young man had done and will be doing for me.

I told her Ken was not available at the moment and in due course she will get the opportunity to speak to him and tell him everything she wishes to say to him. She agreed and said a prayer for me again before the line went off. Ken came out from the hostel with a polythene bag in his hand. I offered to help him hold it but he declined and told me not to worry. He asked of my general view on his girlfriend and of which I gave a broad smile.

I told him even at night I could see the lady’s beauty was one in a million since she was very endowed with the physique of a real Ghanaian woman and best of all very soft spoken and sexy. Lastly, I told him I envied the kind of reception his woman received us with especially the romantic kiss that was given to him. Ken laughed out loud and told me that what I saw was just a tip of the iceberg and from the way I spoke and carried myself about he could decode that I was not having a girlfriend.

I shyly nodded my head and Ken told me not to worry at all, he promised to hook me up with one of the pretty ladies on campus soon. Before I forget, Ken was in his second year reading medicine, he was the chief member of the school parliament and aside the difficult nature of his course he always had time to catch fun with the ladies and some hostel mates when necessary. We got back to our hostel and Ken brought out what was in the polythene bag, as suspected it was home made vegetable stew and in less than 5seconds the aroma of the stew had taken over the room.

Ken placed the stew in the fridge and told me to feel free to use anything of his in our room and that we are now brothers and not friends or roommate anymore. We had a long hearty chat throughout the night before we retired to bed.

Fast forward……………..

We the freshers went through matriculation and serious academic business took full swing on we the students, buying of pamphlets and doing project works was the order of the day. Since they say a golden fish has no hiding place in the fishpond, I got recognised by every member of my class and the different lecturers who came in and out of my class. I helped a lot of my mates with things they had less idea about anytime we closed from lecture, some of the lazy guys paid me to do their assignments and quizzes for them and the monies I received from them helped stimulate my dependence on Ken and I was very happy for that because I was not happy always bothering him with my basic needs.

It rained very heavily one Sunday night till 3am the following day, that weekend Ken went home and when coming back he did some clothing shopping for me. I had my look for the next day planned in my head and on the following day on my way to class something happened.

If you want to know please make a date with me tomorrow in the next episode that hits the screens of your mobile phone and computer for more light on what happened to me

To be continued…………………….. #Yeb3toaso

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