ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI
(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)
I took the risk to meet the person who sent me the message at the spot in the message without letting Ken know where I was going.
Honestly, I was scared but also optimistic to face my fears if the sender of the message happened to be Alhaji, his macho boys, Maabena or any of Ken’s numerous girlfriends.
I got to the basketball court and there was no one there.
I tried calling the number which sent me the message but I was getting “you have dialled the wrong number” feedback. My patience was running out as I wasn’t seeing anyone there or approaching the basketball court so I decided to go back to my room but another message came through and the content was:
“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU RUSHING TO, STAND THERE BEFORE I CEASE YOUR BREATH”,
I turned myself about 720 degrees but still couldn’t spot anyone close to the basketball court. My conscience had by now started fighting with me as to the reason why I came down to this place.
I was having a rumbling stomach all of a sudden whilst thunder and lighting were striking inside my stomach as at that time. I tried sending a message to the person who invited me to the basketball court but another message came through to my phone with this content:
“WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU TRYING TO TYPE TO ME WITH THE PHONE IN YOUR HANDS?”
Matters were by now getting out of hand so I took to my heels only to hear someone laughing loudly behind me. I turned and saw someone standing behind a tree, and I realised it was no one but Tilly who was making fun of me.
I got pissed off but I kept my cool since I didn’t want her to see the other side of me. And I walked in her direction with a pale face and she kept on laughing at me till she realised that I wasn’t relating to her the way I used to.
She asked me to pardon her if what she did nearly caused my pressure to rise to the negative percentage. She went straight to the point by telling me point blank that she would be travelling to the UK with her brother and betrothed husband that evening to continue their education.
What she said hit me like a thunder strike which got me speechless for a very long time. I thought Ken was playing pranks on me earlier on, and now she had confirmed it.
I asked her why she was now telling me this and she told me that she and her brother never knew anything about this sudden departure to the UK but the information just came in that morning so I should try and understand her because there was nothing she could do to avert or delay the journey.
My phone rang and it was Ken calling. He pleaded with me to stay a bit long at the place I was because he was doing a closing ceremony for his latest catch before he departed from Ghana that evening.
After the call, Tilly asked me to follow her to an undisclosed place where she had something for me so I left with her immediately. She drove to the nearest guest house and booked for a short time room for the two of us.
We entered the room and before I said anything Tilly pushed me on the bed and started undressing herself which also encouraged me to undress as well.
After all she was leaving me alone to the UK till God knows when she would return to Ghana and probably by that time she might be married to that spoilt brat, so I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
Not even my final exams could distract my attention this time around.
We started playing serious romance on the bed for about twenty minutes just to psyche ourselves up for the final world cup match.
We were both very ready to quench the emotional thirst in us so Tilly jumped on me and held “Nii Dromo” in her palms just to insert it into her golden palace when all of a sudden, her phone started ringing.
All she could say was “shit not again.”
The caller was her father and he was the type who hated it when his calls went unanswered, so Tilly decided to answer the call first and listen to whatever her father had to say.
Moreover, she had been booked on a flight this evening and there could be changes popping up so she had no choice but to answer the call. I tried to stop her from answering the phone but Tilly had her reason not to heed to what I was saying because she knew who she was dealing with.
She tossed herself to the direction of the phone and answered the call.
For the content of the call I always regretted it when it came to mind and I cursed the inventor of cell phone always. If I knew this would happen, I would have turned Tilly’s phone off when she gave it to me to hold.
You might be wondering what the content of the call was.
Tilly’s dad wanted her home ASAP to sign some documents for him at home so she was to stop anything she was doing and rush back home. She told me this as she looked for her panties to wear.
You could imagine the disappointment that I had on my face that very moment. I pleaded with her to just give herself to me for just two minutes but she refused.
I even asked for her to permit me to insert my manhood into her for just five seconds but her answer remained NO. She dressed up leaving me still on the bed with my manhood so stiff like the neck of a giraffe.
She rummaged through her handbag and brought out a cheque book, wrote and signed some amount for me to go and cash that very afternoon. In addition, she gave me a bundle of 20 cedis notes and added it to the cheque she had handed over to me.
The cheque had an amount of 3,000 cedis written on it plus the 2,000 cedis she gave me summing up to 5,000 cedis. I didn’t even say thank you to her as she made way to the door because all I needed that time was to “enter the net” of hers as Shatta Wale said in one of his songs.
Tilly left me in the room unattended and by now I was feeling this serious and severe pains in my scrotum.
I cursed Tilly’s dad in my head for being my devil that very day, he had stood in between my happiness and satisfaction for the day. As I was lying down and nursing my pains, Tilly sent me a message to quickly go to the bank and withdraw the cheque she gave since she might be turning her phone off soon she didn’t want me to get any problem at the banking hall and also she promised that I would be the very first person on this earth to sleep with her before any man did.
Nonsense…did she think I was being controlled by a remote or what? She called for my libido and left me half way through the journey and I was supposed to be elated?
I managed to get myself on the road and straight to the bank I went. The transaction went on smoothly and I left for the hostel. Ken was absent, but in the room was a very beautiful slim fair sophisticated lady sitting on my bed.
I asked her the whereabouts of Ken but she told me he received a call from his father and had to rush to the house ASAP. I called Ken and he told me their travelling agent called his father to alert him that one ticket they booked and was reserved for them had been sold by his customer care manager.
So, Ken had to go in search for a new travelling agent who had the same airline ticket for this evening flight to buy so he might be away for close to 2 hours before he returned so I should take good care of the lady in the room.
Funny enough I placed the phone on loudspeaker during the call so the lady heard everything Ken told me and as soon as I dropped the call, I saw the lady licking her lips in a sexy way but I ignored her as if she never existed in the room.
I asked her if there was anything I could offer her to drink since she was not having anything in front of her, she requested for Hollandia yoghurt drink but we weren’t having some in the fridge.
So, I rushed to the hostel cafeteria to get some for her but as I got there, I was told the last one there was sold just 3minutes ago to someone. I had no option than to run to the nearest provision shop around the hostel to get one for her.
I checked on 6 different shops before I got the exact product to buy for the lady, I run back to the hostel to deliver the drink to her soaked in my own sweat.
When I got back to the room, she was playing my favourite romantic song SEXUAL HEALING by Marvin Gaye and later changed the song to “I NEED YOU by Marc Anthony.”
These songs were songs that melted me easily but hey she was not my girlfriend so I had to be in my lane. I went for a nice glass from the kitchen and I served her to her admiration and it was then that she started to engage me in a hearty conversation.
She introduced herself as Juliana Kotey and that she was in her final year reading Psychology. I also introduced myself and the conversation started following like we had known ourselves for long.
I asked if she was dating my roommate and she smiled and said they only met two days ago at the school library and that they were now getting to know each other properly.
She asked me to join her for the drink I bought but as I declined, she took offence to it and made a crazy comment that if I didn’t drink any of the yoghurt then it meant I laced it with a drug so that could take advantage of her later.
I looked at her in the eyes puzzled with her statement and to make sleeping dogs lie, I went in for a glass to join her. But when I came back, she had rubbed the drink on her upper lip like a kid and she was licking it in a very tempting and romantic way with her tongue.
‘Nii Dromo’ started nodding his head in my boxer shorts.
I filled my glass and drank the whole content before putting the glass down. I told her I wanted to take a quick shower because of the way I was drenched in sweat.
As I was heading to the washroom, Juliana made an awkward statement which made me turn back to take a second look at her because I wasn’t expecting such utterance from her at that very time.[wp_ad_camp_1]
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