The Mortician…

THE WRITER

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 12

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Juliana Kotey popped up one evening when I had dished out my supper to eat.

She was glowing in her hot pink dress when she came into my room. I was very happy to see her because I knew I was going to satisfy my stomach and that young man between my legs.

I invited her to share my food but she rejected the offer with a straight face. Indeed, I felt she did so because she was thinking after having my way with her the other time, I had not bothered to search for her and maybe finish the business we started the other time.

She did not waste much time on the mission that brought her to my room that evening at all and neither did she beat about the bush.

In fact, she hit the nail on the head. According to her, she expected her monthly flow 3 weeks previously, but it never showed up.

She went for a check-up at the hospital and it was confirmed that she was 3 weeks pregnant and brought out the doctor’s report for me to see.

I looked at the paper critically and read everything written on it before I congratulated her for proving that she was a very fertile woman without even asking her who the man behind the pregnancy was and continued enjoying my palatable meal.

She waited for some time and asked me if I wasn’t concerned about who made her pregnant.

I raised my head, looked at her and said in my head “WHAT HAS MONEY GOT TO DO WITH MR COCKROACH?”

Whoever the man was, how could that be my worry? After all we weren’t related anyway and I wasn’t her guy so what nonsense was she trying to pull?

For the sake of harmony and peace I decided to just ask her who the man was so she could feel I was having pity or concern about her on the issue she had brought before me.

I had placed in my mouth a piece of meat which I was enjoying when she dropped the boomshell to my face that I was the guy responsible for her pregnancy.

WHAAAAAAAAAT?

The meat in my mouth had all of a sudden turned into gravels and my hormones responsible for taste had all died immediately.

I wanted to speak but I was stammering and fumbling with words.

I asked her to repeat herself by turning the volume of the TV down for me to be sure of myself because I didn’t trust my ears with what it heard.

Without mixing and missing words she repeated herself one more time to my hearing and this time around, it was crystal clear in my head, in fact the hunger and the enjoyment for the food in front of me lost its network coverage in my system at once.

I pushed the food aside and watched her closely as if I had seen the ghost of my late father.

The only thing that came out of my mouth was “so what are you going to do about it? “

She rewarded me with a very nice slap with the question I asked her as to what she was going to do about the pregnancy.

I was supposed to get angry on any ordinary day with the slap she gave me but I believe my anger cells were on strike that day. She told me not to ask her that stupid question that what was she going to do about the pregnancy but rather what “WE” were going to do about it since we were in it together.

After sometime of silence in the room Juliana told me that in her family conceiving was a very big problem for them so she had decided to keep the baby so I should get ready to father a child or probably twins if that was what were in her womb.

She told me that she hadn’t informed her mum yet but would do so after leaving my place. I wished the earth would open and swallow me up to avert the nonsense I was been fed with at that very moment.

The annoying part was that Juliana was not my type of woman as with her stature and appearance.

The most intimidating part of all was that she was five years older than me.

Herh, what a day it was for me and how bad things could get for me. How was I going to take care of the baby and the mother when finally, he or she was brought to the world?

Sometimes we wished we were adults, but there were some responsibilities that we had to perform that made us wish to remain a little boy always.

Asem k3sei paaa na aba yei!!!!

Trouble never searched for its victims but rather the victims chased after trouble.

How was I going to survive this news now that Juliana had made it very clear to me that she wasn’t going to abort this pregnancy?

What was I going to do?

Hehehehehehe married couples wanted to hear this kind of news and they were not hearing it and we those who didn’t need such news were the people hearing it? Wasn’t the world a crazy place to live?

I sent the plate and bowl I was eating from back to the kitchen, washed my hand and came back to the room. The moment I sat down my phone rang.

I thought it was Ken or my sweet Tilly but unfortunately it wasn’t any of them but rather my mother. I was disappointed but hey it was my sweet mother calling.

She quarrelled with me for not calling to check up on them but I only called when I needed money and of which I apologised and she forgave me at once.

One thing about my mother was that when you were at fault and you accepted your mistake and apologised no matter your fault or mistake, she would forgive you and caution you never to repeat that mistake again.

She asked if everything was okay with me because she had been having series of nightmares about me recently and she didn’t like the contents of the nightmares she was seeing.

She warned me that I should be careful with the female friends I mingled with.

Mother further cautioned me not to attend any evening party organised in the school for that very semester. I didn’t want to ask why because I knew who my mother was when it came to dreams interpretation.

I could say that her immutable prayers had gotten me this far.

She further prayed with me and ended the call.

Juliana was seated on my bed looking at me like a predator about to attack its prey. I was very confused because I had not been faced with such a problem before in my life.

Hmmm, how was I going to come out of this mess?

I undressed myself to go and shower and the next thing I saw Juliana doing was also undressing herself. I wanted to ask her what she was trying to do but I kept mute and went to the washroom.

She followed me and tried to repeat what she did to me the other time.

If not for the fact that my hand was in her mouth, I would have also slapped her for the nonsense she just tried on me. I had not gotten a solution to the already found problem and she wanted to add more problems to it.

The annoying thing that came from her mouth nearly made me strangle her neck but my instincts shut my actions down not to implicate myself any further.

Could you imagine Juliana asking for sex in the washroom and to add insult to injury she told me that she was ready to settle down with me as my wife and that she didn’t mind what people would say about the age difference.

To her, age was just a number and moreover the way I handled her emotionally was very matured. I looked at her with disgust all over my face for her but still kept mute to prevent hurting her with any verbal utterance.

I quickly showered and left her in the washroom to do whatever she wanted to do over there. She came back with a very pale face still naked even though I left my towel in there for her to cover herself up with it.

I looked at her from head to toe and nothing struck me to even go near her or touch her.

In fact, the young man in between my legs was so fast asleep that I didn’t know what on earth could wake him up in his current slumber.

I told her if she was hungry there was food in the kitchen and I tried to sleep on the bed of Ken but sleep was nowhere to be located that night.

I tossed from left to right all night long without even sleeping for a minute, I realized that she was sitting on my bed observing me but couldn’t utter a word and the room also felt so hot for me even though the fan was working perfectly.

Yes, indeed, I was fast realizing that a minute of pleasure could bring your bright future to a demise.

 

To be continued………………………… #Yeb3toaso

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

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