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 7

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Ken and I walked to the party grounds to join the others, and as soon as we got there Ken’s blood pressure went up because he saw 2 of his side chick ladies approaching him.

He knew if he didn’t play smart all hell would descend heavily on him and he didn’t want to wreck his kid sister’s birthday party either, and so he told me to help cover up for him.

Luckily for Ken, his father called him on his cell phone as the first lady got to where we stood. Ken told the lady to wait for him by my side and not to move an inch away from me.

He further told her that she could leave the party grounds with me and wait for him at the hostel because his father wanted his presence now back at home.

He escaped with the second lady to God knows where.

Now I had to keep the other girl left in my care company.

I signalled to her if she wanted some drinks and she nodded her head in response. I excused her and went in for a bottle of wine and two glasses.

We left the party crowd and went to sit under a tree where the atmosphere was less noisy to enjoy our wine and have a little chit-chat since we couldn’t keep mute all night long.

I took time to take a close look at the lady seated next to me and that was when I realised this very lady was also as hot as the Sunday afternoon sunshine in Tamale.

As you already know the type of women Ken liked I need not explain to you how endowed the lady was, but by far this lady had the biggest assets so far with all the ladies I had seen Ken with.

Funnily enough, she had a masculine voice which didn’t match with her appearance at all but she was a cool and lovely person. She introduced herself to me as Maabena Boaduwaa popularly known on campus as Jay Dee.

She was in her third year and also reading Accounting like me. This revelation made our conversation very pleasant. Since she was having a lot of difficulty tackling a lot of the topics she was treating in her level, I threw light on most of the topics that made her to understand the dynamics of the subjects in their simplest forms.

Maabena excused herself to visit the washroom and the moment she left Ken called me to inform me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the party again and also he would be out of campus for the whole weekend so if I wanted company I should try my luck on the lady he left in my care.

He stressed on the lady’s weakness and wished me well but before the line went off he promised to send me money via mobile money so I could take care of the lady and myself till he joined me on campus later Monday morning.

After the call Maabena came back and teasingly asked me if that was my girlfriend calling to check up on me and know where I was and who I was with.

I shyly told her I wasn’t having any relationship going on in my life and that as a matter of fact I had never been in a relationship before. I told her the lady I fell in love with for the first time was betrothed to some rich guy so I was now very single and willing to mingle if the need arose.

She looked at me in an awkward manner to trace some contour of lies on my face but she ended up hearing and seeing sincerity and honesty in my voice and face.

She felt sad for me and told me she was also a betrothed lady to one rich alhaji who was in Dubai now and that the moment she completed her education she would be married to him and join him there as the fifth wife of the man.

I watched her in a surprised manner as this lady spoke without any regrets or pains in her voice or face. I asked her the reason why she accepted such marriage offer in the first place.

She told me that if not with the help of the alhaji her father would have been in jail by now and her mother would have also been dead with a womb cancer.

Her elder brother was pursuing his Master’s degree in Canada courtesy this same Alhaji. Her younger brother is also reading petroleum engineering in a Russia university, whiles the last two girls had been sent to international boarding schools in this country.

The only thing the alhaji requested in return for all these expensive favours was to marry him.

Even though she kicked against this request at first, she later analysed it all and gave in to the request of the alhaji. She took the decision to satisfy herself sexually now before she finally got married to this alhaji.

Moreover, she was staying outside campus in a three-bedroom house with three luxurious cars at her disposal all provided by the alhaji. Ever since she met him, she had never lacked anything materially.

During the long vacation she usually travelled to France or Italy for her shopping but she was human, and also had her emotional demands like any other normal human because, according to her, “BODY no be FIREWOOD oooo.”  

After we drank the entire content of the wine in the bottle, Maabena requested for another bottle.

Since I wanted to be a good companion to her that evening I didn’t decline her request even though I was curious as to why this young beautiful lady was so much into taking alcoholic beverages.

But I kept my questions in my head because I did not want to trigger any anger in her. I believed the task ahead of her was the reason behind her high demand for alcohol.

I came back with the drink and we shared almost half of the bottle before I  looked at the time on my phone and realized it was already midnight.

So, I asked Maabena to let us take leave of the party and go to our respective places of abode.

She adhered to my request and offered to drop me at my hostel before she left to her place.

She was driving a white Nissan Pilot car which made my respect for the alhaji increase. I now understood Maabena really.

The speed at which she drove the car scared the hell out of me because if there was any car in front of us her car would have run into it causing a serious accident and moreover, she was under the influence of alcohol.

What could be her excuse to the police if we bumped into any checkpoint on our way home? I pleaded with her to slow down since we were not in a rush to get back home.

She gave a crazy laugh and told me she enjoyed driving at high speed always and also, I should bear in mind that she was a rough rider. I fastened my seat belt to keep me safe.

If I knew how to drive, I would have offered to drive us to my hostel that early morning instead of being the passenger. I now saw the importance of knowing how to do some petty but important things like driving, riding, swimming and cooking.

In less than five minutes I had said twelve different prayers to God to keep us safe from harm till we got to our destinations safely. My prayers were answered by God as Maabena managed to drop me in front of my hostel. I was scared of what might happen to her as she was going to drive all alone so I asked her to come over to my room so I could prepare coffee for her before she proceeded to her house.

She didn’t give me any challenge as she came down from her car, locked the doors and followed me to my room. Walking in her high-heeled shoes was now a problem so I pleaded with her to take her shoes off before she broke her legs.

She again took my advice and took her shoe off but I didn’t find it easy helping her climb the stairs since she was now feeling tipsy. We finally walked to my room and she jumped on my bed immediately.

I excused her to prepare a hot coffee for her just to stabilise her system from the alcohol content. As I came back to the room my eyes met the shocker it least expected.

Maabena was half naked in fact her blouse and bra were off exposing her huge boobs to my eyes. I swallowed hard the saliva and didn’t know if to go back to the kitchen or go closer to her.

She didn’t look bothered at all with my presence so I went close to her and handed over the mug of coffee to her. I went back to the kitchen to prepare a milo drink for myself and when I joined her again this time around, she was only wearing her panties.

Maabena claimed she was now feeling hot after taking the coffee even though the fan was on and on a very tough speed. She asked if she could take a cold shower in my washroom before she left for her house.

As if I were hypnotised, I watched her make her way to the washroom before I nodded in response to the question she asked. As she was in the washroom her phone rang and immediately, she dashed out from the washroom naked this time around.

She came for the phone close to me and stood in front of me to speak to the caller close to five minutes before telling the person to call back in the morning.

Hmmmmmm for all the time she stood in front of me naked I think I blinked my eyes once or twice only. She put the phone down and made way back to the bathroom.

When she got to the entrance of the bathroom she turned and asked me if I liked what I was seeing and if I wanted a piece of it, I could join her in the washroom.

As she entered the washroom, I quickly undressed so I could join.

I smiled and whispered to myself that today be today, “I will change my dirty oil today”, all thanks to this beautiful and compassionate lady.

The moment I stood up to move to the washroom my phone also rang and when I checked it was Tilly calling.

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You just guess what I did by yourself anywhere you are now at the moment  but for me I will tell you when you meet up with me in my next episode tomorrow. If you were in my shoes would you decline such an offer that you never chased after but was going to be given to you on a silver platter free of charge.

 

To be continued…………………….. #Yeb3toaso

 

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