The house was a bustle of activities that Sunday evening.
The news about how the mad woman had received her healing through the most unorthodox of ways had travelled fast and wide, and many people came to the house, including press people who wanted to verify the story.
Adobea had a hectic time but she kept Shalom inside and tried to control the situation, telling them what had happened was not done by any individual but by the might of God.
Everyone in the house was now quite shaken by Shalom indeed, and they all wondered who they really had living with them. In the night, when Adobea was closing the doors for the night, she passed through the living-room and saw Grace ironing her husband’s shirt.
“Goodnight, Gracie,” she said.
Grace cradled the iron and beckoned to Adobea, who approached her with raised eyebrows.
“Kofi is sending the designs to Accra tomorrow, Adobea,” Grace said conspiratorially. “Look, this boy, hmm, I don’t know what you think about him, but I wish father would not send him to the police station tomorrow.”
“Ahh, Gracie!” Adobea said with a little surprise. “He is someone’s son, someone’s brother! His own people might be worried sick by now! The best thing to do is help him find his own people!”
“Hmm, are you sure he’s a human being?” Gracie whispered fiercely. “I don’t think that man is a human being o, Adobea. I think he’s some sort of angel, some supernatural being sent here to test this family!”
Adobea shook her head with a cynical smile on her face.
“He’s a gentle, handsome young man, a brilliant man with a lot of difficulties, Gracie. We cannot keep him. We have to help him.”
“Ok, do him,” Gracie said with a little smile.
“Do him?” Adobea asked with a scowl. “What do you mean by that?”
“Dzin, Adobea, di nu!” Gracie said tersely. “Tonight, climb on top of him and rock his thing. If he’s a human he’ll have an erection and an orgasm! Otherwise, no one is convincing me that guy is human!”
“Oh, Gracie, you should be ashamed of yourself!” Adobea said with a horrified expression. “Of course, I can’t do that, you know already.”
“And why not?” Grace asked with a serious face. “It will prove he’s human, and it’ll make him yours, if indeed he is human.”
“Gracie, Shalom is a wonderful man who has unfortunately lost his memory, plus he obviously has great challenges. However, he’s very blessed and extremely clever. The best we can do, for now, is provide him with a family and help him find his own family!”
“You be there, hmm,” Grace said crossly and resumed ironing. “You’ll be here and someone will come and carry him away!”
“Goodnight, Gracie,” Adobea said and walked away from her, alarmed that Grace’s words were finding a sort of discordant echoes in her heart.
When she entered the bedroom, Shalom was fast asleep in his boxers. Adobea stood in the doorway looking at him for a long time, and then she dimmed the lights and climbed into bed.
He grumbled in his sleep and turned over, and then his arm went around her. She gasped and stiffened for a moment, but soon realized that his actions had been by reflex, and that he was still sound asleep.
After a while she relaxed and bit her lower lip for a moment.
It felt so good to be in his arms like that, and for a moment her fingers curled around his and drew his arm firmer and stronger around her.
He sighed again and tried to move back, but she clamped her arm against his and drew his hand closer up so that suddenly it brushed against her breasts, and a delicious shiver passed through her.
It was really amazing to her, this incredible attraction she felt for him. She was not a virgin, but she had not really derived any sexual pleasure from any of her trysts. She had lost her virginity to Reuben in a moment of sheer desperation when Samantha came along.
It had been something she had cherished, wishing to give it to him on her wedding night but suddenly she had been faced with the prospect of losing him to Samantha. He had always complained about her unwillingness to go to bed with him, and when she saw that her own friend was snatching him from her, she had been so alarmed that she had allowed him to make love to her.
If anything, she had felt so disappointed with herself afterwards, and bitter towards him for making her part with something she treasured. It had happened about a couple of times more, but each time had left her more bitter and deflated, and maybe that was why she had eventually let Reuben go because her disappointment in him had been great.
He had not even appreciated the sacrifices she had gone through for his sake.
But right now, she was so excited, so aroused, and it felt so absolutely right to be here in the arms of this gentle boy that she felt overwhelmed. She was not disgusted, and it made her heart soar.
Suddenly, Grace’s words came to her mind again.
There was nothing she would have loved more than to make love to him, but she knew it would be like taking advantage of him. In his mind he was still a little boy, and she had seen his revulsion when the prostitute made love to him and he was telling her about it. She knew the right thing to do was wait for him – no matter how long it took – to get his memories back, if indeed that were possible.
Again, he tried to move away from him, but she held his hand, and suddenly his hand closed around her left breast, and he caressed it gently, making her nipple stand like an excited raisin.
“Why is the peeky-peeky gbandoshie so hard?” he murmured sleepily.
“The what?” Adobea asked in a tight voice.
“The peeky-peeky gbandoshie that is sitting on your bobby!” he said.
“It is called a nipple, Shalom,” she whispered. “And it is hard because you’re..,you’re touching it.”
“It gets hard when I touch it?” he asked with some level of surprise, his voice sounding more awake.
“Yes,” she whispered, and he promptly moved his hand to the other breast and gently caressed it.
“Saaaaajiwa!” he cried, excited. “That one also got hard!”
She said nothing as she closed her eyes, and her breathing was laboured.
“Hey!” he said suddenly.
“What, Shalom?” she asked as she fought the urge to turn around and kiss him.
“My peweewee lying against your big boodankadunk…it is getting hard! My breath is behaving silly too. Look, feel!”
He suddenly took her hand and pulled it backward and then slid his wonderfully erect appendage out and put it in her hand. Adobea gasped weakly and closed her hand on its tip, feeling it and rubbing along it gently.
This was something she had not been able to do with Reuben. She had, in a deep painful core somewhere in her heart, felt that his thing had damaged her in a way. He had requested her to touch him, and even put it in her mouth, but she had been so disgusted!
She had never touched him, no.
So, in a way, this was the very first time she was touching a man’s erection, and it sent shivers down her body.
He giggled suddenly and pulled it out of her hand.
“Stop it, Adobea,” he said with a nervous laugh. “It is making my body go glumligi and leeeeemmmm like a shalawele!”
Adobea smiled and finally turned on her back.
“And don’t you like it, Shalom?” she asked softly.
“It is nice with you,” he murmured after a while. “The tip is even magaaa like glue! But it was not really nice with that prostitute. It seems I want to put it into your vajayjay and go pumka, pumka, pumka, pumka! Kpa, kpa, kpa, kpa!”
Adobea laughed softly to herself and sighed deeply.
“I want to do that with you too, Shalom,” she whispered huskily.
“Oh!” he said with a deep giggle. “Are you lying? Is your vajayjay also magaaa like Anloga okro soup?”
She laughed softly and dug an elbow into her side.
“Yes, yes,” she said, surprised at the way she felt so happy. “But stop it.”
“Let me see, let me see!” he said and slid his hand gently across her thighs, and then he stopped suddenly. “Your vajayjay is not stinky like Kumasi mormorni, is it?”
“No, Shalom, it is not,” she whispered, barely able to breathe as his hand suddenly slid into her panties and touched her.
“Heeeeeerh…shalawale!” he cried with a giggle. “Did you pour okro inside you? You’re wet papa! Heeeerh, won’t your vajayjay slip and fall out? It can’t attach with so much wetness! Saaaaajiwa!”
“It doesn’t slip and fall, Shalom,” she gasped. “It is wet because it wants you!”
He removed his hand immediately with a gasp.
“Heerh!” he said, almost frantic. “It wants me for what? I don’t want to die…no-no, no-no, no-no!”
She sighed deeply and turned on her side to face him. She put her arm around him and drew him forward.
“When a man and woman are…in love, they make love,” she whispered. “The woman’s body is made in such a way that when she is ready, she gets wet so that his hard…peeweewee, as you call it, can slide inside without causing her much pain.”
“Ahh!” he said, nodding his head fast about five times. “Oh, okay. I understand now. You’re talking about metal lubrication, you know. Metal lubricants reduce friction and wear of tooling and machining workpieces in high temperatures and adequately dissipate frictional heat and allow mobile systematic and rhythmic flows for performances, invariably…”
She put her hand across his mouth and stopped him.
“Stop the nonsense, Shalom,” she whispered tightly. “This is not the time to talk about physics.”
And then she leaned forward and kissed him gently and sweetly. He shuddered and held her as she climbed on top of him.
He kissed her back, shyly and uncertainly, his hands automatically sliding to her waist and then cupping the mounds of her buttocks. She could feel his hardness pressing against the juncture of her thighs, and suddenly she wanted him fiercely.
“Adobea?” he whispered against her lips, and there was an odd note in his voice that pierced through her, making her stop her uncontrollable urges.
She sighed and lifted her head.
“Yes, Shalom?” she whispered.
He looked at her desperately, and she could see the worry on his face.
“Can I say something?” he whispered. “Please, don’t get mad and smack me, okay?”
“Oh, Shalom,” she whispered. “I’ll never smack you. I can’t get mad at you!”
“And you will not…drive me away from your bed? Pinky swear?”
She held out her pinky finger, and he suddenly smiled nervously but with pleasure and linked his little finger with her.
“I swear, Shalom, to always keep you in my bed forever,” she whispered gently. “Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
He smiled broadly, and then he suddenly turned on his side, putting her on her back, and leaned across her.
“I don’t even know my name, Adobea,” he said softly. “I don’t know where I came from, or what happened to me! Yes, I know things…like science, but I also know I don’t quite behave like adults do.”
She linked her arms around his neck and smiled at him with pain.
“You will get well, Shalom,” she whispered. “I know you will. Your heart is too beautiful for you to be trapped in this…condition.”
And as he looked down at her tears suddenly came to his eyes, and he sighed tremulously. He dropped his head on her breasts, and she held him tightly.
“You’re the most beautiful of all women I have seen, Adobea,” he whispered, his voice unsteady. “When I see you my heart swells like Anomabu boflot. And when you’re not around my heart pains me like I want to die. I want to do what the prostitute did to me, but I want to do it with only you, and no other woman.”
Tears came to Adobea’s eyes at such sheer innocence, such sheer childlike expression of love, but so honest and so pure, so cherished and so appreciated. These were the most simple words of love professed, but they were the most beautiful she had ever heard.
“Ah, Shalom, but I feel same about you,” she whispered.
He lifted his head suddenly, and even though his tears fell down his cheeks and on her chest, the smile on his face was so beautiful and honest that it melted her heart, and she put a trembling hand to his cheek.
“Really? Your heart goes gbadum gbadum punshekei when you see me?” he asked in an excited voice.
“I think it goes like shalom shalom shalom shankalika!” she said, and then he burst into uncontrollable peals of laughter and put his head back on her breasts.
“Ahhh, you fool papa, Adobea!” he said, still laughing. “What is that shankalika nonsense? But I love it, yes, I love it.”
She squeezed him harder.
“I’m glad, Shalom,” she said with a sweet giggle. “You’re teaching me, abi, with your crazy lingo! But you were telling me something, remember?”
His hand slid down her silky thigh lovingly, gently.
“Well, I don’t want you to go mad,” he said gently. “But, I know I’m not really well. Sometimes, I have flashing images, you know, of strange people surrounding me, doing something to me, you know? Fixing things to my head.”
“Jesus!” Adobea whispered, her blood running cold. “You do?”
He nodded against her breasts.
“Yes,” he whispered. “And sometimes when I sleep I see a man, a bald-headed man, doing something to my head. It seems to me my mind has been reset to something I am not, Adobea. I think I had a life somewhere, and someone reset me to something different. If that is so, Adobea, then I don’t want us to…do these adult thing.
I want it to be right, like your friend’s wedding, you know, me and you doing that I love you, I love you, I do, I do, peeeeeepooooong, peeeeeepoooong things with happy people around and you in that wonderful white thing and me in my coat. I want to see you saying I do, I do take you to love and cherish and all that nonsense in front of people, and me doing the same. And then we do this adult thing. Can we do that?”
Adobea wept silently, and then she turned him on his back again and cradled his face in her hands as her tears fell.
“Oh, Shalom, where have you been all my life?” she whispered tenderly. “I was so stupid, my love. I gave myself to someone but I should have waited for you.”
“You’re here, I am here, we will be together, and that is all I want, Adobea,” he whispered. “If we can do it right, like the stupid I do, I do cherish, peeeeeeepooooong, peeeeeeee…”
She leaned down and kissed him with her heart on her lips.
And then she leaned back and touched his brow gently.
“Yes, my love, we will wait,” she whispered. “This thing about those images…if indeed something like that was done to you, then it is scary, and I’m scared for you. What sort of people will do something so heinous? But I will wait, yes, and we will indeed make it right.”
He smiled beautifully.
“Kiss me, kiss me, beautiful alikoto!” he cried excitedly.
“Herh, I’m not alikoto!” she said with a giggle, and then she kissed him long and desperately.
Their hunger for each other simmered and sizzled…but they slept in each other’s arms peacefully.
There was a massive pounding on the door that made Adobea sit up with sudden trepidation. She was still curled around Shalom who was fast asleep, and for a moment she was very disoriented.
The pounding on the door sounded again, and she quickly got out of bed with fear.
“A moment, please,” she said.
“Adobea, come out, come out!” came Grace’s frantic voice. “We have a problem outside!”
Adobe slipped off her nightie with a shake of her head. Grace was sometimes overly dramatic, and so her pounding heart quietened a bit as she took down her jeans from the back of the door and slipped it on.
“Adobea, ahhhh, come out!” Grace almost shouted. “What’s keeping you? Are you two making love? Bring Shalom too!”
Grace turned the handle of the door, but it was locked.
Adobea paid no heed as she slipped on a yellow cardigan and slipped her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers. She walked to the door, turned the key, opened it and stepped out into the corridor.
“What’s going on, Gracie?” she asked tersely.
“Where’s Shalom?” Grace asked anxiously.
“He’s sleeping, so let him sleep,” Adobea replied irritably. “What’s going on?”
“You know Kofi Gyan has to be in Accra early, so he got up early and got ready…but they would not let him go!” Grace cried in a desperate voice.
“Who won’t let him go?” Adobea asked with some level of confusion.
“The sick people outside!”
“What in the name of God are you talking about, Gracie?” Adobea asked, now absolutely confused. “What sick people?”
“Come and see, you come and see!” Grace said and took hold of Adobea’s hand.
She walked with her to the front and threw it opened!
And Adobea screamed with shock at the sight that met her eyes!
Her parents were standing in the corridor with a dressed Kofi Gyan, and then, spread all across their compound and spilling across the streets were hordes and hordes of people, and they were making a great angry noise!
“Bring out the healer!” they were screaming. “Bring him out now, you wicked people!”
“Let’s break the door in!” others screamed. “Break down the building if we have to!”
“Who are these people?” Adobea screamed with terror.
“Apakye-papas, kapuepues, blind people, hunchbacks, physically – challenged people, mad people, deaf people, stunted people, poor people, childless couples, toli-toli people…” Agya Asare replied, his expression mystified.
“They want Shalom to come and heal them, my daughter,” Maame Fosuaa said with great fear. “They began assembling from midnight!”
Adobea looked at the great crowd with horror!
She could see that there were pressmen around too, covering the event! Now she could see the wheelchairs, the crutches, the beds, the black glasses…all sorts of people with all sorts of maladies!
And they were now screaming with fury!
“Bring him out! Bring him out! Oh, yes, bring him out!” they chanted.
“They won’t let me pass!” Kofi Gyan moaned. “They simply won’t let me pass!”
“Oh, God!” Adobea screamed. “Let me try!”
She moved forward slowly, her legs shaking, and faced the angry crowd.
“Please, listen to me,” she shouted, and slowly the din died down. “Look, Shalom is not a healer! He –”
And they threw missiles at her!
Rocks and clubs came flying toward her, and she screamed and rushed back to the porch! They all fled into the room as more missiles came flying in!
“Bring him out! Bring him out! Yes, bring him out!” the crowd chanted furiously.
Heavy objects rained on the ceiling with horrifying intensity!
“Oh, my Lord, my Lord!” Grace cried with terror. “What are we going to?”
“Ah, Adobea, I was looking for you!” Shalom’s sleepy voice said behind them, and they all turned toward him with relief.
He was wearing only his pyjamas bottoms, and as he scratched his one armpit and yawned, they all saw his erection pushing out the front of his pyjamas trousers rather formidably.
“Herh, Yesu Chriso!” Agya Asare shouted. “What have you been doing to my daughter? Why is your thing up like that?”
Adobea looked at Shalom with sudden trepidation and felt the eyes of her family on him.
“Because I want to weewee, old man!” Shalom said nonchalantly. “Doesn’t your peeweewee stand up in the morning when you want to gushing gush?”
Maame Fosuaa burst into giggles.
“Oh, young man, that thing stopped loooooooong time ago!” she said.
“We have a problem, my brother!” Kofi Gyan said. “There are sick people out there who want you to heal them! They’re stopping me from leaving!”
“Nonsense!” Shalom said and yawned. “Am I Onyankopon?”
“Well, they believe you can heal them because of what happened with that woman!” Agya Asare said.
“Oh, Madam Etwe Donko,” Shalom said with a giggle. “Oh, I understand. So they’re stopping you from leaving the house?”
“Yes!” Kofi Gyan whispered, his voice desperate. “I have to be in Accra, my brother! And now they’re throwing stones and weapons at us!”
“What time is it?” Shalom asked with another yawn.
“It is almost five o’clock!” Kofi cried desperately. “Oh, woe, woe, woe! Such evil bad luck!”
Shalom stifled a yawn and moved toward the door, opened it, and went out into the porch.
The screams stopped immediately as he walked toward the crowd. Adobea and her family followed him fearfully into the porch.
“Shalom!” Adobea cried with fear. “Please be careful!”
The handsome young man turned and grinned at her as he descended the steps and faced the people. He pointed to a short man near the steps.
“You, what’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“Messiah, I’m a kapuepue!” the midget said with tears in his eyes. “I want to be tall and handsome!”
“Kapuepue tikobo!” Shalom said and screamed with laughter, and then he pointed to a man and a woman on his right. “And you, what’s wrong with you?”
“Sir, we just need a baby!” the woman cried. “We’ve been married for twenty years without a child!”
“And you want me to give you a child?” Shalom asked with great shock.
“Yes, sir,” the man said painfully.
“Koshiaaa!” Shalom screamed and laughed. “Do I look like Yesu Cristo?”
Shalom stopped and then looked at them sombrely.
“Okay, listen, all you sick people!” he shouted. “Some of you want new hands and new legs, new eyes, new backs, new, new, new everything! Okay, how many of you attend church?”
Many raised their hands.
“Liars!” Shalom shouted. “No sane Christian will ever expect a man to heal them. You must find your way back to God, and you will receive healing, but even if you don’t receive your healing, He will give you peace for your situation. Now, listen, I have some news from God for all of you, so pay attention and listen!”
Very soon, absolute silence reigned.
Shalom raised his arms high, and began to speak in a singsong voice.
“Here is what the Good God, the Lord of Hosts, says…you should all go back to church and seek Him with sincere hearts and He will meet you at your points of need! If you don’t leave here in five minutes, you will see a white car opposite the road, followed by a woman coming from the house and entering the car…or you will see a black car passing with very loud music…or you will see a huge yellow truck passing with two men behind it! By the time the yellow truck passes, and you’re still here, this is what will happen!”
He stopped speaking and opened his eyes, and then he screamed.
“If the yellow truck meets you here, the diseases I see here would be shared equally to all of you! If you’re a kapuepue you’ll become blind and crippled and mad and all the diseases here! And if you need a baby you will become a midget, blind, crippled, mad and all the diseases here, if you see even one of the signs and remain here…go back to church and find Him sincerely!”
The moment he stopped speaking a white car turned around the corner and moved slowly toward the opposite house and stopped. A moment later, a woman emerged from the house and stopped abruptly when she saw the great crowd. She hurried to the white car, got in, and it moved away.
The great crowd began to murmur with unease now, and soon a huge black pick-up truck emerged blasting very loud music!
“Jesus!” Kofi Gyan whispered with awe. “God really spoke to him!”
“He’s not human!” Grace whispered.
But Maame Fosuaa began to laugh.
Now the people had started dispersing!
Some were running now whilst the others were being helped.
And then, there was a loud horn, and a huge yellow truck appeared down the street.
The great crowd took to their heels with great screams of fear!
Shalom laughed until tears came to his eyes, and then he turned around and mounted the steps.
“Heerh, that kapuepue can ran roff!” he said, still laughing. “Did you see his legs moving?”
He saw that almost all of them were looking at him with awe and a little fear except Maame Fosuaa who was still laughing.
“Your prophecies came through, Shalom,” Adobea whispered. “That was…was sc-scary!”
“Oh, no, shucks!” Maame Fosuaa said. “He was just clever! Every dawn that same process occurs when I get up to clean the store! Mrs. Asabute’s colleague with the white car always picks her up for work! That Burger in the new house always leaves with his car around this time blasting his stupid music too loudly. And that refuse car always comes around…Shalom has been in the hall a couple or so at times and he just noticed the detail, the norm!”
Shalom nodded and put an arm around Adobea’s shoulders.
“I just spooked them with normal things!” he said with a giggle. “Herh, did you see that kapuepue?”
Adobea giggled and put her arm around his waist.
A man…so bright, so clever, so unique, so wonderful!
His mind was the sharpest, his ways the most amazing!
A man she loved…but, what did he say, what word did he use…reset?
Dear Lord, heal this wonderful man, reset him to factory setttings, my Lord, my God…for I love him so!
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