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
(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)
As I said earlier on, my dressing appearance was planned the day before Monday.
Since it rained heavily the previous night, I decided to wear one of the lovely long-sleeved shirts Ken bought for me. I chose a blue-black khaki trouser and a plain white DEW Collection shirt which made me look so lovely and radiant as I watched myself in a mirror.
I said a prayer for Ken before leaving the room as he was very fast asleep. Everyone who came across me gave me a second look which gave me the affirmation that I was looking extra handsome that morning. Out on the streets leading to campus, a speeding car passing by slid into a pothole and as a result splashed the dirty water in the pothole all over me.
I was drenched with muddy water and the annoying part of it all was that the occupant of the car didn’t stop to even apologise to me for the dirty water he or she has splashed on me.
I wanted to go back to my hostel and change but my instincts told me to chase after the car and deal rigidly with the occupants. And then, as if by a miracle, the car began to jerk a few meters away as the engine whined in a tortured way, and it came to a shuddering stop.
I hurried toward the car, and in no time, I was within touching distance of the car. I wanted to pounce on the driver and give him the beating of his life. Indeed, I was certain it was a male driver because I knew a female person would not have that kind of evil intention where she would splash water on you and not stop to apologise or make amends.
So, I got to the car and angrily opened the door to yank out the driver and to my utmost surprise I saw a lady behind the wheel…and not just any lady but that very angel who kept appearing in my dreams.
It was Ken’s little sister.
My anger evaporated at that very moment and she in turn came out of the car, went down on her knees and started apologising to me in such a very remorseful way that I even felt bad myself, and could not bear her any grudges.
I helped her to her feet and asked her not to worry since her brother was like a brother to me also. Deep within me, I was the happiest person on this planet with such an angelic personality kneeling and standing before me apologising to me.
She told me she went to her friends party the previous night and because of the rain she couldn’t return and she overslept but when she woke up she realised she slept outside campus and had a quiz to write that morning.
Her mindset was to beat time by rushing to her hostel to freshen up before going to class but she couldn’t so she was rushing to her lecture hall to finish with the quiz before going back to her hostel to freshen up, but her car broke down.
I asked what the problem was as if I were a mechanic or expert in car repairing but she said she didn’t know the problem. She said she was finding it difficult to start the car after it hit the pothole.
I asked her to release the bonnet of the car, and then I opened the bonnet and realised that one of the battery terminals had removed. I smiled and said to myself that today I will make myself a hero in your life before leaving here.
And so, I went back to her in her driver’s seat and told her I would fix her car for her in some few minutes. I asked if she had any tools in the car and she told me there were a few in the trunk of the car.
I signalled her to open the trunk but she should stay in her seat since she would be doing something for me behind the steering. Then I brought out the wheel spanner and some screwdrivers and went back to the hood.
I hit some part of the engine with the wheel spanner before fixing loose terminal. I picked a stone from the ground and hit the terminal of the battery with it so it would be fixed tightly on the battery.
With a proud voice I told her to start the car and like magic the car started humming. I closed the bonnet and took the tools back to the trunk. When I shut the trunk of the car, this lady drove away without saying a word thanking me for your assistance.
I felt bad and abused, but what could I say?
The elders had an adage that “when the trap catches the animal it cries differently, and when it escapes also it cries differently.”
Judging from the time it was no use going to class again that morning because the lecturer in class would definitely walk me out of the class so I decided to go back to my hostel and nurture my pains and sorrows for that morning peacefully.
When I got back to the hostel Ken was awake and he burst into loud laughter on seeing the way I was looking so dirty.
He asked if I got myself involved in a fight which had rendered me so dirty early on a Monday morning. I lied to him without telling him the real cause behind me beeing so dirty because I knew if I told him his sister was the reason why I was so dirty hell was going to break lose between sister and brother.
Ken made fun of me before he left the room for his lecture. I soaked my shirt in a detergent and went to sleep, and had a dream about Ken’s sister apologising to me with some new clothes and after that asked me to join her out on a date.
We were really having so much fun that people around the venue couldn’t take their eyes off us. I was about to kiss her when I heard my mobile phone ringing.
I opened my eyes only to see it was Ken calling my phone, oooooooh Ken why did you choose to call me around this time that I was about to receive my biggest reward in my dream?
When I answered the call, he asked if I was still at the hostel because his sister said she wanted to come and relax at our room because her friends were making so much noise in her room.
I told him I was still in the room so she could pass by and when I checked the clock on the wall, I saw it was already 1 p.m.
Gosh, I had really slept for such a long time.
In about fifteen minutes, I heard a knock on my door and I went to open the door, as expected it was Ken’s sister, the same lady I was about to kiss in my dreams.
The strange thing was that she was wearing the same dress I saw her wearing in my dream and honestly, she was looking radiantly beautiful. I don’t know if she was taking in some sort of beautification pills because her beauty always kept rising in my sight anytime I set eyes on her.
I ushered her in by helping her with the designer bag she was holding. Then I gave her a seat and offered her water as she made herself comfortable in the one of the plastic chairs.
After drinking the water in a hurried manner, she started to apologise to me for what happened in the morning. She told me the reason why she didn’t even say thank you was because she was afraid the car would stop working again and also because she was also getting late for the quiz ahead of her.
I was somehow disappointed with her actions but I kept it away from her because I knew if I exhibited any form of anger towards her she would never come close to me again.
She again knelt before me and again I helped her to her feet. Her body was as soft as a fresh bread that had just come out from the oven. As she got up and stood in front of me, I wished she was my girlfriend so I could go an extra mile by planting a romantic kiss on her lips.
The fragrance of her perfume alone was so sweet and passionate. I would never I my entire life forget the smell of her perfume as I was now dumbfounded. I wanted to say something to her but words were too expensive for me to buy and use.
She saw how hard I was finding it to release words for her hearing, she introduced herself to me for the very first time as Tilly Koranteng and afterwards told me a lot about her.
Later, she brought out a bowl from her bag which contained home-made food she had prepared to share with me.
I think her coming was a well-planned one. As she opened the bowl, I realised it was my favourite Yam and vegetable sauce mixed with canned beef and eggs. The aroma alone was enough to get me satisfied and I wished the taste would be as nice as the one who prepared it.
As the first scoop went into my mouth my aggression and intensity for the meal heightened. The food was as sweet as whatever you think was the sweetest thing in the world. Tilly herself saw that my mouth was really showing appreciation to the meal she brought and she told me she would be secretly preparing meals for me to come and eat as time went on.
It was said sweet things did not last long because in no time we had finished doing a closing ceremony for Tilly’s food. After eating, Tilly requested to know me better even though she had a lot of information about me she preferred to hear it from my own lips.
I gave her the honour by telling her everything she needed to know about me. She listened to me with an undivided attention as I told her about my family history. When my story came to an end she asked me if I was dating.[wp_ad_camp_1]
So what happens when the fufu you want to swallow falls in the soup in front of you?
Do you throw it away or you cover it with a lot of soup before swallowing it?
This was a question for a logical thinker!!!
To be continued……………………… #Yeb3toaso
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