The Mortician…

THE WRITER

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

EPISODE 18

With disappointment I picked a new taxi home feeling sad and empty that I didn’t even eat anything and went to sleep.

I woke up at dawn feeling very ravishingly hungry so I went to the kitchen to prepare a milo drink and took in before I managed to sleep again.

The following morning, I called Maame Nyamekye to ask if her family were doing well and that if she was at her chop bar.

She teased me and told me that see what money has done to me because she knew I was aware she doesn’t work on that particular day. I gave a loud laughter to shift her mind off because I wanted to just use a strategy to get her current location and truthfully too, I had gotten the answer I wanted.

Before hanging up I told her I would pass by her house one of these days so she should expect me soon.

I dressed in one of my best outfits and made way to the residence of the Nyamekye’s with my provisions and grocery well stuffed with me.

I picked a taxi that dropped me in front of their house and the moment I got down from the car, Mr Nyamekye was also coming to the house from work.

Obviously, he went for the night shift.

He met me with a broad smile and handshake before ushering me into his house. Maame Nyamekye was very surprised to see me because I spoke to her some few minutes ago and never alerted her that I would be coming to visit her family that morning.

I told her I just wanted to surprise her which she confirmed to me that indeed I had really surprised her.

I didn’t waste time by telling them my purpose for coming to their house that very moment and honestly the couple were really astonished with my reason for coming to their house.

To them that was the first time they had helped someone only for the person to come back to them and thank them or show appreciation like I had just done.

Although they weren’t expecting such thing from me, they accepted my gifts and envelope and prayed for me to excel in all my endeavours.

After chatting with for a while I obtained permission to take leave because I wanted to visit my building site.

When I left their house and was standing by the roadside to pick a taxi, a black BMW X6 came to pass by with a tough speed but as it went forward like 4 meters it turned on reversed.

It stopped near me.

The driver blew the horn several times but my attention was not with him or her because I didn’t know anyone who used that car.

The person got out of the car screaming my name.

I turned and it was my old-time pal Ken.

We hugged like we were twins that were just connecting to each other and people passing by looked at us like some aliens who had visited earth.

He asked me to sit in the car so we find somewhere to seat and catch up on things.

Within me I was bored with him but I had to just pretend and play along with him just to listen to the junk he had to tell me.

He drove to a nice pub where he ordered some expensive drinks so we could start catching up on matters. He explained the reason why he or his sister couldn’t stay in touch with me again.

Ken also confirmed that his sister was back and now a full-time practising lawyer in one of the big legal firms in the country together with Sammy her betrothed husband.

As the conversation got interesting a call came through to Ken’s phone that he had to rush and leave me but before he left, he settled our bill and handed to me a complimentary card.

When I checked the card, my mouth opened wide that it was only a forklift that could help me close my mouth.

Could you imagine Ken was a doctor at the same hospital that I worked?

Yes, you saw what I typed; Ken was working with me at the same hospital as a full-time medical doctor.

Indeed, it was a small world!

I placed the card in my breast pocket and went to my building site to check up on the progress of my building.

That day when coming back to the house it rained heavily that the card Ken gave to me got spoilt but my consolation was that I knew where to find Ken when the need arose.

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Because of time and pressure at my work place I didn’t get the opportunity to go and check on Ken but I was there one sunny Wednesday afternoon when an ambulance rushed into the mortuary yard with Ken’s car following closely.

I was shocked when I saw Ken and I asked myself what this guy was doing here at my work place.

The ambulance team brought out someone on their stretcher and from the distance I could see the person was a female who had been involved in a fatal car accident and drenched in a pool of blood.

What baffled me was what Ken was doing there with the accident victim.

Out of curiosity I came out to meet him and asked for his purpose of coming to the mortuary but as I got close to the person on the stretcher I froze with shock.

My one and only sweetheart Tilly Koranteng was the person on the stretcher motionless.

Ken broke down with tears as he saw me that I had to go close to him and console him.

Herh, was that how cruel the world was?

Did death also have eyes for sweet and beautiful things like that?

If this was a dream, I pleaded with God to wake me up and if it was a movie scene also, I requested the director to take this part out of the script because it was too much for me and Ken.

From the look of things, I couldn’t ask Ken any questions because I knew he couldn’t answer my questions.

I approached the ambulance stewards and asked them what happened and where the accident scene was.

One of them told me the accident happened on the Tema motorway and that the lady was with a guy who was driving so I asked where he was and I was told he had been taken to the emergency unit of the hospital.

Apparently, he was not dead but he had some bruises on his body and a broken arm.

At that very moment I knew it was that spoilt brat Sammy who was responsible for the death of my sweetheart Tilly.

A police report was needed to back the documents for us to receive the body so Mr Narh offered to drive Ken to the police station for the police report whiles I also cleaned the body of the deceased before we could put it in the fridge or cold room.

I pushed the body of Tilly into the washroom of the mortuary with a heavy heart and tears rolling down my cheeks.

I tore her dress apart and my God Tilly still had her flat tummy and breasts very firm on her chest.

Her hips had become wider and the way she had shaved her pubic part made me want to jump on her and devour her.

I washed the blood away from her body and cleaned the water on her with a new towel.

What was going through my head were many and the question I asked myself was so was earth going to consume this beautiful and sophisticated body just like that?

Hell no!

I had to take my share before it was too late.

Looking at left and right I was the only person left in the mortuary as my partner had gone to the police station together with Ken to get the police report.

The little science I knew was that when a person died it took about 12hours before rigor mortis set in, so I knew Tilly still had something fresh to offer my system.

I quickly undressed myself and pulled Nii Dromo out of my boxers and made way to Tilly’s golden palace, it wasn’t easy to penetrate through her but with force and strength I got inside her at long last.

When I started banging her, I said to myself “if I didn’t get you whiles you were alive, I have gotten you now that you live no more.”

The walls of her golden palace were very firm and tight like a commercial worker’s jeans and it tasted so good than any female I had ever entered before.

Dead body mpo nie, then I wonder how it tasted when she was alive.

I banged her like about 20 minutes before I felt the urge to release so I ejaculated heavily into her and as I drew my manhood back, I saw bloodstains all over it.

I was appreciating the sweet body lying motionless in front of me I heard a very loud sneeze coming from Tilly.

She repeated it again in some few seconds time and with this I took to my heels forgetting that I was naked.

I was screaming out loudly:

GHOST!

GHOST!!

OSAMAN GHOST!!!

GHOST!!!!

GHOST!!!!!

The security men outside had to run to my aid to see what was pursuing me and it was when they got close to me that I realised I had slacked big time.

They tried asking me what the problem was but the only thing I could do was to point to the entrance of the mortuary.

The next thing I saw was Mr Narh and Ken driving in with presumably the police report.

When Ken saw me naked, he became alarmed and rushed to me to find what was wrong with me and that if maybe the news of Tilly’s death had caused me to run mad.

But as he took a closer look at me he saw from my manhood that Nii Dromo had entered the warehouse of someone and the next thing that came was noise from the security men because they saw someone coming out with a little towel covering her private part.

Ken turned and saw his sister limping and trying to get to where we stood so he quickly dashed out to meet his sister to see if truly she was not dead.

With the look of things everyone around saw clearly that I had raped the lady who was trying to make way to where were standing.

The chief security officer around ordered his boys to apprehend me and send me to the nearest police station for taking advantage of an unconscious person or sleeping with someone without permission.

I saw Ken making several calls before I was pushed into Mr Narh’s car, all this while I was still naked so I pleaded with them to at least allow me to wear my boxer shorts.

But none of the security officers were willing to heed to my request.

Hmmm, these were the same people most at times I gave them money anytime I came to pass by their end but today see how they were molesting me like a common criminal all because I was at fault.

Later, Mr Narh asked them to get my dress for me to wear before I was sent to the police station.

They were still adamant to listen to what Mr Narh said so he got down from the car and went in for my dress for me to put on.

The way he looked at me gave me the impression that he was really mad at me with the behaviour I had displayed but he never uttered any word to me.

After I dressed up, he drove straight to the nearest police station for my statement to be taken first and later some CID personnel were deployed to go to the crime scene and get some clues and evidence.

God with this kind of trouble how was I going to defend myself and who was going to help defend me in such a case?

How many lawyers could I get to follow the case on my behalf knowing very well that I was going to contend with a bench of credible lawyers?

What was I going to tell my mother when she eventually got the news of me behind bars?

Even if was granted pardon and not sentenced to jail which job was I going to do because I knew the media houses were going to feed on this story for a very long time.

You can imagine the mess Nii Dromo has landed himself in. Do you for see any escape route for him?

Well it’s only a matter of time that we will all get to know the end of Nii Dromo’s plight.

 

Have a blissful week and stay safe.

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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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