The Truck Driver
THE WRITER
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE TRUCK DRIVER
It was a dull morning a few days after the MD’s admonition and the weather was a bit on the chilly side, with the damp weather stifling some of the usual hustle and bustle atmosphere in the Yard, otherwise one would have seen the workers engaged in horseplay, name-calling and gisting amongst themselves.
Suddenly, the moods of the workers changed with the news that some of the Driver Assistants were going to be taken on as full-time drivers and that only those who submit genuine License F would be considered for upgrading.
Kweku Hima was totally shocked to see his Assistant Fii, amongst those going to the Transport Manager’s office to submit their licenses. He really had no idea that Fii knew how to drive, and neither did he know that he actually had a Driver’s License as he had refused to teach the young lad the rudiments of driving but Fii kept a deadpan expression on his face, keeping his gaze from his flabbergasted Master’s direction as he certainly knew he was going to face Koo Hima’s wrath in the next few minutes on his return from the TM’s office.
But to his great astonishment, Koo started giving him ‘fans’.
“Fii o Fii” he shouted in a sing-song fashion, “no one fails to be a driver after passing through my able hands,” Koo said, making sure that everyone heard his comments.
“Wonders shall never end,” Fii mused.
As a matter of fact, if anyone was to be credited with Fii’s license acquisition, it would have been no one else but Christopher, the driver who filled in for Koo Hima when he took a month leave to visit someone in Ashaiman. Christopher taught Fii the basics in trailer handling and also helped him with some important life-changing advice.
But he kept all these to himself, smiled outwardly and replied,
“Master Koo, the best Master in the whole wide world.”
“Yeah yeah, ayam the man who never loss in town.”
Meanwhile, Christopher, knowing how Koo Hima was, gave Fii a knowing wink and helped heap praises on Koo as if Koo was the one responsible for Fii’s license acquisition.
Later in the day, when all members of staff were busily occupied with work, but as was normal, some of the drivers were either watching TV or playing draft, news came that four senior drivers were to go to Ivory Coast with some oil drilling equipment and only those who had Extendable Trailers were chosen so it came as no surprise to everyone when Koo Hima’s name was mentioned.
As expected, those not chosen were disappointed though but some tried to put up a happy face for those selected.
As for the selected drivers, there were open shows of happiness as the Ivory Coast trip was going to offer them the chance to make some money; both officially and unofficially as all were notorious ‘urinators’, fuel syphoning experts.
As the four drivers busily went about preparing for the trip, getting everything on the checklist ready, and with the help of the mechanics getting every single problem fixed, they were informed that due to the delay in receiving some important document from the Client, the trip was to be shifted to the following evening.
While some hissed with disappointment, Koo Hima smiled at the chance to spend the night with one of his girlfriends since he had already informed his wife of the trip.
He used some time to think about all the options he had as far as the lady for the night was concerned, and his radar fell on amply endowed Atsupi, the hairdresser who had just moved into Apollo with her kid sister.
The thing was they had been flirting on WhatsApp for a week now, with both of them boasting about what they can and will do to the other in bed and bragging about winning the ‘match’.
He made the sinful call and Okutey Spot was agreed as the venue for the Clash of the ‘Fleshes’.
Meanwhile, Fii hummed a song as he went along excitedly on his way to the Ghetto he shared with two others. He was happy that he wasn’t going to Ivory Coast with Koo as he was going to begin orientation and training from the company as a fresh driver. He was also very happy that his days as Koo’s slave had finally come to an end. Neither was he going to receive anymore tongue lashing from Koo.
And so Papa Koo Hima, having freshened up at work, with a new change of attire, blue-black jeans with a white T-shirt and a nice pair of shoes to match which he conveniently kept in his truck, found himself at the spot at 8:30 p.m sharp.
Okutey Spot was a nice breezy drinking spot cum restaurant with a Hotel attached. The chairs and tables at the spot were made with treated teak. There were bulbs of different colours all over the place.
And Kweku Hima sat in one of the nicely made chairs tapping his feet to the rather loud music blaring from the speakers, while he sipped Atadwe Ginger Bitters in readiness for the battle ahead with the booked hotel key dangling on his little finger.
About an hour later, he called Atsu, as she preferred to be called but he only got the ‘line busy’ signal.
Unperturbed, he drained his glass, ordered for two more shots, made himself more comfortable in the chair and waited.
Thirty minutes later, he called again and he got the ‘switched off’ voice.
He called and called but Atsupi’s phone was unresponsive… it was switched off.
So, he did what every womanizer did in a situation like that. He called Ama.
“Hey, Ahoɔfɛ, care to join me at Okutey…I miss you rough.”
“Awwww, same here, I miss you too but am at Ashaiman o.”
He swiftly ended the call and dialled Adiza’s number.
“Hey, Matana, wosop, come make we chill for Okutey, I dey here dada.”
“Awwwww, Adiza replied, “I dey do fasting o, abi you know now.”
Feeling hot and cold at the same time, he dialled Hassana’s number.
And an angry gruff sleepy male voice demanded to know who was calling his fiancee at that time of the night.
“Sorry, wrong number,” he said in a murmur and cut the call.
In fact, he didn’t call anyone again. He just went home to his surprised wife who thought he had gone to Ivory Coast.
“Akwaaba o, I thought you guys had gone to Abidjan, ” his wife Mansa said.
“Akwaaba o, I thought you guys had gone to Abidjan, ” his wife Mansa said.
“Don’t mind them they wanted us to sleep at the transit quarters and leave early dawn but I said no. You know I always want to sleep bedside my beautiful wife,” he said with a knowing smile.
“Here, I got you this… fried yam and pork, your favourite.”
“Thanks, dear, you really know what to do to get what you want… Hahaha.”
Thirty minutes later, Koo, energized by the Atadwe Bitters, started whispering sweet nothings into her ears, and she, ready for some tender loving care, smiled encouragingly.
He started from her nipples, teasing them to hardness while she knowing him, started licking his ears and without much ado, laid on her back and guided him into her lubricated heaven. Koo started slowly, knowing how to make her enjoy it well, started giving her slow and easy strokes which had her moaning in no time.
“Please faster” she moaned.
And faster he did go… with she wriggling and thrashing under him. They went on and on until he began thrusting upwards and from the way she was moaning, he knew she was about to climax, and he timed himself to be in harmony with hers.
“Koo Koo Koo Koo Koo. …” she rattled his name ten times in one second and he climaxed too and merged his breathing with hers.
PASSWORD :: SEASON 1 :: EPISODE 4
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