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 5
I was blown away with the question Tilly asked me as to whether I was dating or not.
I told her all my life I had never ever been in a relationship before because they said monkeys always played by sizes but unfortunately for me, I always fell in love with the wrong person.
Tilly stared at me with utmost surprise and told me to break my statement down to a layman’s understanding. I told her that I had eyes for beautiful things but in this modern world, beautiful things were expensive to own.
She still didn’t get my explanation so I told her that the very first lady I fell in love with was from a very influential family and that I even feared to approach her to voice out my very feelings towards her. Tilly felt pity for me when she heard my statement because she heard some sort of sincerity in my voice.
She asked if this lady in question was in my neighbourhood, campus, my class, any of the hostels around or even anyone she knew of?
With my shyness, I stood up and went to the washroom, when I came back from the washroom Tilly was seated on my bed going through my phone.
She saw some pictures of her that I had stolen from her brother’s phone and edited with photo grid with some love words to match. She was so much into the picture editing that she didn’t notice my presence when I came out from the washroom.
I also got scared Tilly would be mad at me because I knew I hadn’t taken any permission from her before designing her pictures with love words, my greatest worry was how I was going to explain myself when Ken got to know of my unforgivable blunder.
I cleared my throat to make her feel my presence and when she did, her earlier question she asked me was repeated to me once again. Nervously, I fumbled with words as my courage had reduced to a negative percentage in my system.
Tilly asked me if I had a crush on her or whether I was stalking her.
The voice from which the question came from didn’t look friendly to me so I had to immediately go on my knees and apologise to her before explaining myself.
I started by asking for her forgiveness and that she should please keep her findings a secret from her brother because if he got to know I had been stealing pictures of his younger sister on his phone he might be very angry with me and would never forgive me or share anything he had with me again.
As I was going about asking for forgiveness from Tilly, she joined me on the floor and gave me a kiss on my forehead, and then she requested me to look her in the eyes and tell her the truth as to whether I was in love with her or not.
I mustered the courage to answer her in an affirmative way and after my answer came out to her I was privileged for the very first time in my miserable life to receive an angelic but romantic kiss from Tilly.
The kiss was so tender and passionate that I felt all my cells in my system melting down for it to be remoulded again later by my maker. Her lips were so soft like a new baby’s lips and sweet like a fresh Kwahu palm wine tapped by Agya Ofori Atta in my village where I come from.
To add icing to the cake, she took her dress off and right in front of me stood a guitar-like shape all alone with her in the room. She held the hook at the back of her bra and released her twin towers to my view.
Damn, Tilly was a perfect description of a mermaid goddess.
Her breasts were heavy but very firm on her chest with very beautiful pointers posing as her nipples. I had said about 15 different thanksgiving prayers to God within a matter of 3 minutes.
What I again was saying in my head was that if what I was witnessing was a dream then I wished I never ever woke up from my sleep.
She asked me if I liked what I was seeing and foolishly I nodded my head like an agama lizard who was about to attack some ants in rotten firewood.
She signalled me to come closer and by this time the man in between my legs was so angry and wild that he wanted to tear my boxer and khaki trouser just to come out and devour Tilly.
Inwardly, I was asking God as to how wonderful He could be sometimes and that if He was going to grant permission for me to change my oil He never give me any of those monkey-like girls in my village but rather this heaven-sent angel.
I grabbed her twin towers and started squeezing gently.
Thanks to Ken he had given me a series of lectures as to how to handle a woman or lady in foreplay section.
I gave the twin towers of Tilly an arousing treat. I could feel the vibration in her system as she gave me some romantic moans and sounds.
Damn, I handled her like a professional porn star even though that was my very first experience with a female all my life. As I kissed one of her twin towers and gave the nipple a gentle bite Tilly had already started speaking in Swahili dialect as she held me tight to her body.
I could read from her body movement and language that her most sensitive areas were around her breasts, in fact, her nipples, so I concentrated much on that side more than any part of her body.
And I remembered some lines in Joey B’s song TONGA as I had my own way of singing it and that was:
“I MEAN YOU CHER, IT’S PATIENCE SO I NOR BORE; TODAY ABI I CATCH YOU FOR MY ROOM INNERS; SEE YOUR BODY I WILL PLAY YOU LIKE CONKER; SWINE I GO ROMANCE YOU LIKE 6 HOURS and WHEN I AM DONE I WILL CRUSH YOUR TWIN TOWERS MY LIPS and HANDS ARE STRONGER THAN HALLMARK MACHINES; SEEK OF YOU THAT BE WHY I MADE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF ON THE DAY OF REGISTRATION ALL BECAUSE OF TONGA”.
As the romance got intense, she whispered to my ears to draw the curtains down by taking her pant down her legs which I gladly did with the strength Sampson used to pull down the building in the Bible.
As I unzipped to pull my khaki down and start the world cup match Tilly’s phone rang and with the ring tone that came, she knew it was her brother calling.
She told me to hold on and quickly answered the phone.
After she cut the call, she told me to get dressed quickly as Ken was just at the car park of the hostel and in just a matter of some few minutes, he would walk into the room.
You could imagine the speed we used to dress up and put the room in order before he walked in. Because we were both in a hurry, Tilly forgot to put on her panties.
As my eyes went around the room to see if everything was in order and that if we hadn’t left any clue leading to suspicion, I saw her panties lying close to my bed.
As I made a move to get it the door knob turned so I dived to the very place the pant was lying openly.
Ken entered and in a jovial manner asked what I had been doing with his kid sister and after that question, he burst into loud laughter saying to me that I was mouth lazy and couldn’t even engage his sister in a conversation.
How I insulted Ken in my head only God knew.
Meanwhile, Tilly was faking sleep on the bed of his brother so Ken came to sit on my bed and asked me what I was doing on the floor. I was quick to chip in a lie by telling him my memory card had fallen down so I was searching for it.
He opted to assist me to search for it under the bed but I told him not to worry because I could find it all by myself. I managed to smuggle the panties into my pocket when I saw Ken had shifted his attention from me.
For the very first time, I came to know Ken I hated him for being a stumbling block between my emotional happiness and my graduation to manhood.
I could for once have had a feel of penetrating a lady and break the virginity bondage hovering around my life. Tilly pretended as if she had woken up from sleep and joined us to have a football discussion.
Surprisingly, she was also a staunch Man United fan like me and unlike her brother who supported the ‘women fellowship’ team Chelsea.
After all the noise was over Ken opted for us to go to campus as one of the halls was launching their week celebration. I went to freshen up and as I came out of the washroom Ken also went in wash down.
When he left us, I quickly brought out her panties for her to put it on before we left the hostel. Tilly pleaded for us to pass by her hostel first so she could also freshen up and change so we could go together and catch fun even though the week had just started.
 Indeed, we really had fun the very night in a way I had never felt before. Tilly took her brother’s phone to make a phone call out of our sight and that was how she also stole my number from her brother’s phone and started exchanging text, WhatsApp & IMO messages with me.
She pleaded with me to keep our relationship affairs secret from everyone one campus including her brother and that there was a secret she had.
 And in due course, she would reveal that secret to me if only I proved loyal and committed to the relationship we had just started.
She further promised to help sponsor my stay on campus in relation to what I would wear, eat and drink plus my financial needs.
LOVE HATES :: A CHRISEFFE BLISS :: EPISODE 1
Guest Writer: Alexander Akoto Adjei :: THE MORTICIAN :: EPISODE 4
What secret could Tilly be keeping away from me that only my loyalty and commitment could unveil? Â Well, I was puzzled as you, so stay with me to find out what her secret was.
To be continued………………………… #Yeb3toaso
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