The Truck Driver
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE TRUCK DRIVER
Koo went home, feeling very sorry for himself, determined to tell his wife everything and to make her understand the situation, only for him to get home to a wife fuming with anger.
“Koo the man who never loss in town has done it again. He has gone to impregnate the Zongo queen… welcome o!”
“I’m sorry, dear.”
“Don’t dear me. I’ve heard that you have been sacked too, abowa ne ba.”
She heaped insults upon insults on him. She hit him in the chest holding and pushing him, daring him to hit or say anything and shouting at the top of her voice making all the neighbours come out of their rooms to look at them. Koo kept mute.
“I am glad that I wasn’t pregnant after all, stupid man,” she shouted.
She went to the bedroom and started packing her things and no amount of pleading from Koo and the neighbours could make her change her mind.
Koo slumped into the sofa, staring sightlessly at the TV, shell shocked, and stayed there till the following morning and dragged himself to bed.
Kweku Hima became a shell of his former self. He kept himself indoors, always forgetting to eat and refusing to eat well when he remembers to eat. As a result, he collapsed on the fourth day after losing his job and was rushed to the hospital by a kind neighbour. He was quickly placed on an Intravenous infusion due to his anaemic state.
The kind neighbour then called his wife Mansa to tell her of his hospitalization but she refused to come but rather told him that she had found a better man and Koo could go to hell for all she cared.
He was kept at the hospital for four days and it was nurse Judith who bought kooko for him when the drips were taken off. She made it a point to prepare light soup for him when reporting for the night shift and always left instructions for the nurses to heat the rest for him in the morning. She even went to his house with the kind neighbour to get him a change of clothes.
“Thank you, Sister Judith, you are God sent. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Don’t worry, it’s nothing, just don’t stress yourself again.”
“Hmmmmmm, I hear you.”
On the day he was discharged, it was Nurse Judith’s day off so she helped him to his house and made him comfortable on his bed while she went to the kitchen to prepare some light soup for her, adding dry shrimps and some toolo beef.
At midday, she went to the bedroom to see that he had awoken, so she made him rest against the headboard, with some pillow behind his back to make him comfortable and spoon-fed him before giving him his medication.
Leaving him, she went back to the kitchen to clean the not-so-clean place. It had all the basic things a kitchen needed -a not-so-well-stocked double door fridge, a four-burner gas stove, a microwave, a blender, a fufu mortar and pestle, mortar and pestle for palm nut and two kitchen stools with a small table.
Later in the evening, she insisted he stayed in bed and fed him Jollof, gave him his drugs and went to sleep in the sofa in the pleasant-looking parlour which had a 42inch TV, a ceiling fan, comfortable stuffed sofas, a DVD player and a glass-topped centre table.
Kweku Hima woke the following morning, stretched luxuriously, cleaned his mouth and walked into the kitchen to the wonderful sight of Nurse Judith frying eggs. He stood staring at her for some time then cleared his throat, making her whirl around, causing her proud looking breast to bounce enticingly at him.
“Awwww, Sister Judith, so you spent the night here?” he said, trying to push aside the sight of her breasts bouncing deliciously.
“Good morning. Yes, I did. Did you expect me to leave you all by yourself in your condition?”
She pulled the two kitchen stools out with the table between them and served breakfast.
“I’m on morning shift so am leaving. I’ll be back in the evening.”
He stared at her for some time and told her of her current marital and jobless status and the events leading to them.
“Don’t worry, I saw the letter and your neighbour briefed me. It shall be well. Is there anyone you’ll like me to contact on your behalf?” Judith asked shyly, “your neighbour told me you have 9 kids with different women,”
“Hahaha. ..I think I should stop telling people that,” he said, “those kids are my cousins. I told my friends they were mine when they came to visit from the village.”
“I see,” she said breezily.
“Ok, see you in the evening then.”
He had his bath, went to sit in the parlour, and pondered over all that had been happening to him. His womanizing, his job loss, his wife’s desertion and the way forward. He went to the bedroom and brought out the HND Certificate in Petrochemical Engineering he obtained from the Takoradi Technical University, which he had hitherto, not used in his job search as driving was his passion.
He decided to go job hunting on Monday, to see what could happen-whether he could get a job from the HND or the License F.
He was in that pensive mood the whole day and lost track of time until Judith returned in the evening, holding a polythene bag containing a three-tier food warmer.
“I have brought supper,” she announced cheerfully.
“Why are you doing this? As you can see, I am now well enough to take care of myself.”
“I’ve heard you, just have your supper and I’ll leave. I prepared this specially for you.”
Subdued, he made her lead him to the kitchen where she laid out the dishes comprising of banku and grilled salmon with ground kpakpo shito and sliced onions and cucumber.
“Enjoy,” she said and made to leave but Koo held her hand.
“I am sorry for what I said. Please don’t be angry at me. This is a lot of food. I cannot eat alone. Kindly join me.”
After some persuasion, she sat down and before long, she was eating the food with gusto as that was her favourite dish.
Done, she kicked him out of the kitchen and cleaned the dishes and joined him in the parlour.
“I’ve something to say to you and I’ll leave,” she said in a strained tone.
“Five years ago, some thieves snatched my bag from me when I was on my way to the Takoradi station at Kaneshie, to board a bus to the Effia Nkwanta Nursing College. They went away with all the money on me and a kind-hearted articulator truck driver had pity on me and drove me all the way to Sekondi, though it was obvious he was already behind time. He even bought me banku with spicy akrantie at Winneba and forced a hundred Ghana cedis into my hand. And that is the reason I am here.”
“So you were the young lady who was crying at Goil?” he asked amused. “But I gave you my number, why didn’t you ever call.”
I lost the slip of paper you wrote the number on,” she said shamefacedly.
They talked deep into the night until she shooed him into the bedroom and saw his Certificate.
“Eeei, so you are this educated and you are driving a truck?”
He asked her to sit on the bed and told her of his decision to pursue that in his job hunt and they talked and talked till he fell asleep.
Koo came awake suddenly at about 3:00 a.m. the following morning to find Judith’s head lying on his chest, one pearly shaped breast exposed and pressed against him, her bare thigh thrown across his midriff. He became still with unease. She stretched and drew even more closer to him and sleepily began to play with his nipples and his body responded instantaneously. She continued by stroking his already hard member. And when he couldn’t take it any more he responded by fondling her breasts and licking her nipples. She guided him into her now wet honey pot and before long, both of them were pleasuring and receiving pleasure.
“I think we should stop, I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Koo said, his passion mirrored on his face.
“I will take advantage of you,” she said and climbed him in a cowgirl style.
She humped, gyrated and moaned as he thrust from under her, receiving and giving in equal measure.
“Ohh, you are so wonderful, let me also take advantage of you,” Koo said.
“No, I am not done with taking advantage of you.”
And she turned around in a reverse cowgirl style and Koo found himself in heaven.
A little while later he turned her on her back and took control till they both climaxed massively with both of them breathing heavily with her head back on his chest.
The Truck Driver
Samuel Cobby Grant is the name, Trained in Electrical Installation (Intermediate) at Takoradi Polytechnic.
Works as a Secuirty Supervisor in a Logistics Company.
A widower with two children.
A proud resident of Takoradi.
Love reading, swimming and now writing after completing the REWA Wriitng Course by The Klever Magg.