Joan slowly came awake and found to her consternation that she was lying in the arms of Kobina; at least her back was. She found out too that she had strayed into his side of the bed and that his left arm was flung over her. She froze, and as she was debating on how to disengage herself from that position, he squeezed her breast lightly through the T-shirt she had on. Though he seemed unaware of what he was doing, she gasped and almost against her will, put her palm against the palm holding her breast, putting more pressure on it. The sensation was so amazing that she pushed herself into him more.

Persistent knockings woke him up and as if confirming, the alarm clock sounded, indicating that it was 5 am. Kobina got up and put on a shirt and went to see who was at the door. He opened the door and saw Dzifa holding his raincoat. He took it from her and held up his hand when she attempted to go into the room.
“You can’t come here at any time you please or without calling me first, you know,” he told her.
“Aww, now it has come to this,” she said miserably.
“Just look at the time, is it proper to do so?”
“But you once asked me to feel free to visit at any time,” she challenged him, getting fed up with his attitude.
“Yeah, and you insulted me, didn’t you?” he shot back at her “even then, did I ask you to visit me at 5 am?”
“Liar, I wonder what has made you change towards me.
It was that very moment that Joan got out of the bed to go to the bathroom, came back and asked if Kobina had any chewing stick she could use.

Dzifa saw her from where she was standing, glared at her darkly noting the T-shirt she was wearing was Kobina’s and said, “Why don’t you look for a toothpick mmom, nkwaseasem,” Dzifa said and left in anger.
“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Kobina said angrily and went to have his bath.
When he got out of the bathroom, he showed Joan where she would find fresh toothbrush in the bathroom and began dressing up for work.
“At what time would you be leaving?” he asked.
“At 10:00. I’ll call Aku for her to give me directions to her house at Apremdo and go for my gari and cash,” she said, unable to look into his eyes because of the way her body had reacted to him in bed.
“That’s OK,” he said “there is a parcel under the bed give it to your mom. Take this for your T n T back, and thanks for the food.”
“Thank you too.”
After he had left, she prepared some Banku and put them in a food warmer that could take the 7 balls. She then cleaned up the place , had her bath and left for her rendezvous with Aku, the dzomi seller.

Kobina, on the other hand, having gotten to work, proceeded to make a list of items he was going to need for the Club’s weekend activities.
As for Nkuto, he saw that he had been avoiding and acting strangely towards him that day. Kobina had even asked him what the matter was and he had mumbled something like he was having a headache and quickly left as if Kobina was infected with the plague. As for Felicia, she had been outright rude to him when he tried to seek her take on whether they should buy more energy drinks for the weekend but he took it all in his stride deciding that he wasn’t going to let them get to him.
He was still at it when his Boss summoned him to his office. He got to the office and stood in front of the table with his hands behind his back while Mr Simbo continued writing something in a diary.
Soon, the Head of DJs, DJ Boneshaker entered the office and Mr Simbo, having finished with what he was writing, cleared his throat and said.

“Kobina, I have received some disturbing information on how you have been coercing the bartenders to use drinks you have been bringing to the Club and in effect, robbing the Club of what could have rightly come to us. It has also been reported to me that you have been molesting the lady friends of some of our most cherished patrons. I have therefore decided to relieve you of your duties at the Club. You have therefore been transferred to my Real Estate company as a clerk,” he paused, having worked himself up to the extent that he was very angry.
Kobina Ferguson attempted to say something in his defence but he continued.
“Shut up. Just shut up. I have been very lenient with you.”
“But Sir, all these allegations are not true. This is a setup,” he managed to say.
“You really have no iota of shame left in you. Even going for your subordinate’s girlfriend doesn’t worry you.”

Kobina, seeing how enraged the man had become, kept quiet, listening to his ranting and raving.
“I want you to hand over all the properties of the Club to DJ Boneshaker here. You may leave.”
Kobina was extremely shocked, to say the least. He stood there unsure of what to do.
“Leave, just leave and let me do my work.”
And so he left, with DJ Boneshaker in tow.
‘Kobee, Kobee, can I the keys now?”
He paused, gave him the keys after separating his keys from the bunch and left to the beach to reflect upon what had transpired at the office.

Meanwhile, Joan had met Aku and they were having a great time gisting like the old friends that they were.
“How did it go?” Aku asked.
“How did what go?” she asked with an innocent face.
“Didn’t you spend the night at his place?” Aku asked.
“And so?”
“And so what happened, did you guys jiggle?”
Joan’s face took on a different hue when she recollected the tingling sensation she had had when she found herself in his arms.
“I am waiting…” Aku pressed.

“Nothing happened o. Some girl came to spoil everything,” she said, going on to narrate to Aku what happened with Dzifa’s appearances in the evening and morning.
“That girl is a witch,” Aku said and asked, “Are you sure that nothing is going on between them?”
“I don’t think so because she left without doing what a girlfriend would have done.”
“Which is?”
“Maybe fight me, or him or protest.
“Ok. She’s a witch then,” Aku concluded.
They later had fomfom with fried mpetiwa with grounded pepper before she left to board a bus back to Eguase.

THE WRITER

Samuel Cobby Grant is the name, Trained in Electrical Installation (Intermediate) at Takoradi Polytechnic.

Works as a Security 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 Writing Course by The Klever Magg. He started with THE TRUCK DRIVER and THE BITTER ENEMY, and now brings his third story, THE GOOD MAN.