The Mortician…

THE WRITER

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 13

Gradually, the morning sun rose and daylight filled the room again.

I went to the washroom to freshen up and I heard sounds coming from the kitchen and I knew Juliana was trying to put things together.

Was she trying to lure me into her life with food since there was a saying that “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”?

Mtcheeeeeeeew!!

Who was thinking about food at this crucial part of life?

I was supposed to go to class that morning but hey what at all could I learn or conceive when I got there? My mind had gone on an expedition to find solutions to the mess I saw myself in.

When I was in the washroom an idea popped up in my head and I felt it was necessary I followed that idea. I came out of the washroom freshened and rejuvenated and as I applied lotion on my body, Juliana came to serve me with my breakfast.

Suddenly, I felt hungry and the urge to eat the food in front of me.

Honestly, I ate the food as if I just finished a 31-day fasting and truth be told the food was superb. I finished the food in less than five minutes as it was put before me.

Juliana came to clear the table and went to the kitchen and later moved to the washroom to shower. She came back again naked and this time around I felt Nii Dromo tapping my thighs in my boxer.

I heard myself murmuring saying “what can come can come, what can happen can happen, what can do can do – right now for here.”

I jumped from the bed and held Juliana in my arms and started banging her white and black as if my life depended on that round of sex that very moment.

In fact, I banged her like a whore who was trying to escape from me after I had paid for her services that she pleaded for mercy but my gentlemanly spirit was out of me.

It took me almost an hour and half before I exploded heavily into her because after all I heard somewhere that it was good medically that you had to be having sex with your partner frequently so that she could deliver without stress or any complications.

None of us could stand on our feet as that round of sex I had with her was my longest and wildest ever I have had.

All of a sudden, I started speaking and the words that came out of my mouth were surprising to Juliana and even to my ears.

I told her I wanted to meet her parents that very morning so she should prepare so we leave to her family house that very moment. She looked surprised and a bit scared with my statement but she was not having any excuse to give me that very moment.

She was a bit reluctant to get herself ready but my mind was also made up, at least I had over ten thousand cedis in my accounts that could take care of the mother and child before I secured a job for myself.

I didn’t love her but she was allegedly carrying my child so I dressed up and she also did same, and then I opened my drawer close to my bed and brought out five hundred cedis so we could use as transportation to Juliana’s family house.

I gave her 150 cedis out of the 500 cedis I took out of the drawer to hold and we left the room. As we descended the staircase and got to the car park of the hostel some thugs attacked me from behind and started beating me like a thief for no just reason.

And as I was being beaten, I saw one guy talking with Juliana in a harsh way and giving her some slaps. Per my calculations I realised the guy was Juliana’s boyfriend and he asked where she slept the previous night.

Evidently, they followed her to this hostel last night as she made way to this place and that if she was seen anywhere close to this hostel again her life would be a miserable one.

The guy whistled to the guys and the beatings stopped. He came to where I was lying helplessly and bleeding from my mouth and nose. And then he ordered them to raise me up from the ground.

He brought out a jack-knife to threaten me that the next time I was spotted around Juliana or even walking ten meters close to her I would be assassinated and my miserable body would not be seen to be buried.

After saying that he slapped me so hard that I fell flat on the ground.

They sat in a taxi parked close to us and drove off.

One thing I had realized from the people in my hostel was that no one was ever willing to risk his or her life for you when you were being attacked by people so I helped myself up and made way to my room feeling very weak and tired.

I was supposed to be crying or mourning for the way I had been dealt with but rather I was smiling to myself as I made way to my room.

I conveyed myself to the washroom and cleaned myself before rushing to the university hospital for a check-up to be conducted all over my body.

Fortunately for me, I was told my injury were not life-threatening so I was given tetanus injection and some pain killers and antibiotics.

I came back to my room to nurture my pains and injury but deep inside me I was filled with joy. I was the happiest person at that very moment that you could think I had won a visa lottery to heaven.

Those thugs that assaulted me brought me out from “reproach to glorification.”

I now knew I was out of the bondage of Juliana and that she would never come to me or call me any further to disturb my life with any pregnancy story again.

Aaaah Baba God, you do everything and it was now that I knew oluwa was very much involved. Through my happy moments a strange Vodafone number called me and when I answered the call, I realised it was none but Juliana.

I took a deep breath before uttering words to her and as I started speaking, I chose my words carefully because that was the only opportunity, I had to tell her my peace of mind.

I told her I loved my life and that I had a very bright future ahead of me and that I didn’t want her to try and pour sand in my gari. Furthermore, I stressed on the fact that she should never in her life call me on phone or meet me anywhere on campus and mention my name ever.

If she met me dying by the road, she should do me the honour of passing by and in fact she should treat me as a virus and format me from her system for good.

Invariably, I advised her to deal with her alleged pregnancy with her mafia boyfriend and that the 150 cedis I gave her should be used as compensation for the services she rendered to me.

Juliana tried explaining herself to me but my patience had run out so I cut the line on her. Shortly after the call another strange Vodafone number called me and out of anger and frustration, I answered the call with a very harsh tone and started speaking rudely to the caller who had called me.

Not knowing whoever had called and the person was very calm to the extent that he or she waited for me to say the nonsense I had to say and when I finished talking the caller mentioned my name to see if it wasn’t a wrong number that he or she had called.

When I heard the voice, I knew I had goofed big time.

The voice was very familiar that I wouldn’t forget it even in my sleep!

Yeah, your guess was right!

It was my one and only sweetheart Tilly who was at the end of the receiver speaking with me. I was shockprised, yeah, I was shocked and surprised at the same time.

She asked if everything was okay with me and I lied to her that a lady had been pestering with my life after she left Ghana shortly.

Tilly laughed at me and made fun of me with a lot of comedy coming from her. I asked her why she kept herself from me after weeks of them leaving me behind.

That sweet girl told me they were involved in an immigration problem because Samuel’s documents had some mistakes on it and shortly after they had solved that crisis, Samuel again faulted with a traffic regulation when they were coming back from class to the house.

When the police conducted their investigation, it came out that Samuel and Ken were drunk and according to the British law it was a big offence which had a big penalty to face.

They were arrested and detained for weeks in police custody and even as she was talking to me at the moment they were under house arrest. The telephone lines in the house had been disconnected as punishment and they couldn’t go out for now.

Also, to get UK sim cards or units to buy to make calls to loved ones and that even the phone she was using belonged to one of the officials assigned to them.

As the conversation was getting interesting the line went off and I tried everything I could to get in touch with her again but the line never connected me through to her.

I tried for several hours but to no avail so I gave up for the day hoping to hear from my sweetheart once again later but that never happened. Eventually, I advised myself after my ugly encounter with Juliana never to mingle or affiliate myself with any lady on campus till I completed my course.

This was because my mission and aim in the school was only one that was to learn and pass my exams with flying colours so I could secure a better job and help my family and little siblings back home.

The decision I took really helped me because it boosted my academic performance and thanks to the monies Tilly and Ken left for me, I never lacked anything during my stay on campus.

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I got to the final year and I was one of the best if not the overall best student not only in my department but the entire school because I represented the school on many academic platforms and always came back victorious.

But all this while I had not heard from Tilly or Ken and none of them replied my numerous messages on Facebook since I wasn’t having any of their contacts.

Is it true that out of sight, out of mind as they say or had the foreign exposure changed the attitude and personalities of my 2 close buddies?

To be continued………………………….#Yeb3toaso

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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

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