The Mortician…

THE WRITER

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 9

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As I was in the kitchen, I was having the premonition that something bad might happen to me soon.

Something was telling me Tilly might come to my hostel any moment from now because she might be aware that Ken was out of campus doing his thing at God knows where.

Maabena’s phone rang and as she checked the number she froze with shock. I tried asking what the problem was but she signalled me to keep mute. She answered the call and immediately I knew the caller.

It was no one but Alhaji her future husband.

I excused myself from her since I was not bothered with the conversation that was going to transpire between the two of them. From the way Maabena spoke I deduced that Alhaji was in town and that he was searching for his future wife.

When the call ended between the two of them Maabena joined me in the room with my breakfast. It was Tom brown with toasted bread and poached eggs. She served me and rushed to the bathhouse to freshen up and leave for her place.

By the time she was done bathing, I was also done with my breakfast and the moment I set sight of her in my towel my manliness started showing in my boxer and Maabena saw it.

She requested for a quickie or better still ‘for the road’ before leaving and I obliged. Without even any foreplay I pounced on her and devoured her because I knew I might not get her ever again in my life.

About fifteen minutes later I released heavily into her and she went back to the bathroom to clean herself again before dressing up to leave.

I took the opportunity to switch my phone on only to receive a new text message from Tilly that she was on her way coming over to my place.

I quickly started putting things in the right places so that Tilly would not suspect me of any infidelity on my part.

Maabena asked me why I was hurriedly cleaning the room even though she hadn’t left yet and I lied to her that Ken sent me a message that his mum was coming to see him for a discussion so I should try and tidy up the room since the mother would not take long in getting to the hostel.

She chuckled as she started doing her makeup. When she was done, she went through her bag and brought out ten-cedi notes in a bundle and threw it at me as my pay for the good work I did the previous night and early in the morning.

She requested that I should see her off at the car park.

I hid the money in my wardrobe before following her out of the room to the car park. As we were descending the stairs to the car park, my mum called so I slowed down my walking pace as Maabena took the lead to her car.

I saw some unusual faces at the car park that got me suspicious of something.

When Maabena got to the car to open it some macho men closed in on her and started harassing her.

A white 4matic Benz drove to their direction and a slim but elderly man in his late fifties got down from the car and landed Maabena some dirty slaps before ordering his men to push her into his Benz.

Immediately, I knew that was the very Alhaji that she spoke to me about.

As foolish as I was, I tried approaching the macho men but I received a handsome reward in the form of a blow to my chest that I had to run for my dear life.

In my attempt to escape, I fell in a small gutter in front of the hostel and sprained my left leg. They drove away in a tough speed almost knocking some students down.

Everyone’s attention was shifted to me but no one was ready to come to my aid. I managed to help myself up and made my way to my room to check on the extent of my injury.

Climbing the staircase to my room was the toughest thing I had ever done because I was in serious pain. I got to my room eventually and got an SMS alert.

I checked and it was a mobile money notification of 500 cedis from Ken and in a few minutes time another alert came which was 150 cedis but this time around I didn’t know who the sender was.

My mum called soon after to ask if I had gotten any message and of which I confirmed I had received the money in my mobile money wallet. The moment the call ended I saw Tilly’s call coming through.

I waited for the call to end and I switched the phone off to avoid any inconvenience since I had cooked up a nice lie for Tilly.

I placed the phone under my mattress and as I sat down, I heard an aggressive knock on my door which got me alarmed and scared because I feared the Alhaji had sent his men after me.

Indeed, I was scared to open the door but all of a sudden, the door knob turned and the person behind the door came in believe me I was sweating so badly that the person who opened the door got alarmed and rushed to where I was seated.

It was no one but my sweetheart Tilly. She asked me a million questions in a matter of seconds that I didn’t know which one to answer. Later, she saw my leg which had started to swell and that was when she realised that everything was not okay with me.

I lied to her that when she left the party last night with her husband-to-be, Ken also left immediately and when it got late, I also decided to leave to the hostel, but some hoodlums chased me and, in my bid to escape, I fell and sprained my ankle.

I further told her that I lost my phone in the same ordeal. And I saw the disappointment and pain in the eyes of Tilly. I believed she was battling with her emotions for the trauma she had put me through even though I was lying to her.

In my head I was enjoying what was happening but who cared what Tilly felt after all she also played with my feelings and even made me jealous when she left with that uncultured guy to God knows where.

She offered to take me to the hospital so my leg could be examined by an expert to determine whether my injury was serious or not.

And so, she took me to the university hospital where I was attended to by a doctor and some x-ray shots were taken during my session with the doctor. Tilly asked permission to get some stuff at home and by the time she came back the doctor might be done with me.

She made all the necessary payments of my bills before taking leave and in about forty-five minutes later, she was back to pick me up at the hospital.

I was given a walking stick to help me walk and was advised not to engage myself in anything vigorous and also abstain from sex if I wanted my leg to heal fast.

When we got to Tilly’s car, she handed over a brand-new BlackBerry Bold 5 to me to replace my missing phone. You couldn’t imagine my joy at that time because that phone was launched just five days ago in the country.

Poor man turned into biggie man all of a sudden!

She brought me back to the hostel and went to her car to get the stuff she went in for. She came back to the room and sent it to the kitchen and came back to the room to change herself.

My God, if not for this twisted leg and “stupid advice” from the doctor I would have pounced on her to devour her into pieces. Tilly wore a hot pant with a spaghetti top to match and in fact I couldn’t take my eyes off her body.

Thoughts of Maabena came to mind and immediately I flushed that idea out of my head because if I didn’t do so then I had to go and make deposit with the money she gave me at the coffin seller’s shop so that when eventually the Alhaji’s macho boys killed me, I would save my mother the burden of buying a coffin for my corpse.

Tilly cooked for me and stayed with me till Monday morning before she left for class. All this while nothing happened between us, eeeeeeiiiiii the cat had managed to stay with the mouse in the same room without any conflict.

Before she left, she gave me 500 cedis to use in her absence and pleaded with me to keep everything secret from her brother once again and planted a kiss on my lips.

Wow, I was over 2000 cedis rich in less than 24hours plus a latest smartphone owner. I placed my sim card in the phone the moment I was left alone in the room and guess who called me immediately the phone registered my sim card?

Yes, it was Maabena, my time bomb.

I warned her in a polite way never for her to call my line again and that even when she saw me dying by the roadside, she should just pass me by because I loved my life the way it was before I met her.

“TO EAT CASSAVA AND HOT PEPPER WITHOUT ANY PROBLEM IS BETTER THAN EATING PIZZA AND GETTING SERIOUS PROBLEM” was the proverb I said to her before cutting the phone on her.

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My leg had gotten better and I had even started attending classes and one calm Wednesday mid-morning Ken came back from campus very excited and singing loudly.

I was eager to know the reason behind his joy and he sat me down to inform me that he and his sister were bound to leave the country that very evening to continue their studies in the UK.

To him it was good news but to me it was the worse news I had ever heard from him.

If I were permitted to use this word, I would say it was the ‘baddest’ news ever in my life and the annoying part of the news was that Samuel Acheampong was going along with them to the UK.

I believed his father was the brain behind this sudden change.

And then I got a message from an unknown number to come to the hostel basketball court and I was wondering who the sender of the message was because I didn’t know who the sender was and the scary part of the message was that I shouldn’t let my roommate know that I was meeting someone outside the hostel.

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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.

Who could the sender be? Was it Maabena or the Alhaji and his boys or maybe one of Ken’s numerous girlfriends?

Should I take the risk of meeting the anonymous person?

You will know the person very soon when you join me in the next episode

To be continued……………………… #Yeb3toaso

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