Kwamena Nkuto was in a jubilant mood. After he and Felicia had jubilated over the news of Kobina Ferguson’s removal from the Club, he decided to go home early to his usual joint to celebrate more; and so while walking on his way from work to town, he saw Sis Mimi driving to the direction he was going. He shouted to draw her attention and when she finally stopped with the help of some passers-by, he approached her.
“Madam, please are you going to town?” he asked.
“Do I know you, do you know me?”
“Yes yes, I am Nkuto. I work at Paradox, the nite Club. Where you had your birthday party.”

“Oh I see, jump in,” she said and started driving. “How is Manager Mr Kobina Ferguson?”
“He has been sacked for stealing money and drinks from the Club and chasing people’s girls too.”
Mimi applied the brakes of the car in shock, almost making the car behind her’s ram into her car. She then manoeuvred the car to the side of the road and cut the engine.
“He is a thief. He is a womanizer.” Nkuto went on.
Suddenly Mimi couldn’t bear to hear the sound of his voice anymore. His voice sounded as if he had an axe to grind with Kobina and that he was happy at the way things had turned out for Kobina.
“Please get down, I am not going to town anymore,” she said.
“O Madam, where are you going to?”

“Just get down,” she kicked him out of the car and gave him a 2 cedi note for his taxi fare to town.
When Kobina finally got home, he had made up his mind to report to his new assignment the following day but look for new opportunities or options.
He had his super, had his bath and laid on the bed to listen to cool reggae from the repertoire of UB40.
He continued to think about how an innocent man had been falsely accused. He also thought about how lucky he was that he had a damsel like Joan to cook for him.
“She’ll be a good wife for me. I mustn’t lose guard koraa,” he said to himself.
He thought of how he felt around her and how it felt to be the most natural thing in the world whenever he was near her. He fell asleep, dreamt of her telling him of her love for him.

He had a very good sleep and woke up very early to leave for work at the real estate company he had been transferred to. He reported to his immediate boss Mr Prosper Dorkenoo, a trained accountant who was more comfortable with figures than with people. He regarded those who worked at the Club as a bunch of riff raffs.
He briefed him on his duties.
The company had a number of luxury houses they rented out to expatriate workers of the oil companies and their houses included duplexes, flats and studios and it was the job of Kobina and his team members to ensure that the occupants’ needs were met in terms of repairs and any problems they might encounter with their stay in the houses.
Kobina soon proved to Mr Prosper Dorkenoo that he was an efficient worker so in a very short time, Kobina Ferguson was the man to be called whenever any of the tenants had any problems, be it electrical, plumbing or even with any of the security guards guarding the properties.

He was also the one to ensure that all vacant houses were kept in shape for the next occupants, and the tenants, mostly Europeans working for the prestigious oil and gas companies in town and a host of others showed their appreciation with gifts and sometimes in dollars to him. He soon became the darling boy and his immediate boss, Prosper was very proud of him.
“You are god-sent, Kobina, you have made my work very easy for me,” Prosper mentioned with a feeñing of warmth and gratitude.
Things went on relatively well, and at the start of the academic year, Joan gained admission to the University of Education, Winneba and it was at her matriculation that he told her that he loved her and was going to get married to her at the end of her 4-year course.
He also completed his registration to do his online Degree program in Business Administration with the University of Cape Coast.
After a couple of months at the Real Estate, Kobina Ferguson went to work to meet with the news of Kwamena Nkuto being laid off from his section for showing gross insubordination to DJ Boneshaker.

Kobina had always known that Nkuto had played a part in his transfer from the Club to the Real Estate section but he held no grudges. Though he went with a pay cut, he wasn’t bothered. He had since made a lot of valuable contacts that had enabled him to reap maximum benefits. He had, on the advice of an American friend Gregg, who had his own off shore company, started supplying the expatriate community with drinks and foods of their choice, especially, foreign drinks like Becks, Budweiser, Johnny Walker, beefeater, Bailey’s and the like. He later added frozen foods like meat, mutton and sausages among others. Some of them even wanted him to help them get local girls but he refused to go into that, he was no pimp, he told them.
Since he got relieved of his post at the Club, he had had his weekends free to do whatever he wanted to do, when hitherto, his weekends were the busiest of the week.

He was at home when he received a message from sister Mimi that she had an important discussion to have with him.
“Ok,” he replied, “I’m all ears.
“No, not on phone. I want you to come to the house at 6:00 p.m.”
“Ok, no problem,” he replied.
At the agreed time, he walked leisurely from the house at Sikafo Ambantem No 1 to Mimi’s place at Sikafo Ambantem No 3.
He rang the bell on the large black gate and it was opened by a muscular man who looked more like a bodyguard than a gate man. He was ushered into the large hall that was so splendidly decorated that everything he saw was of the highest quality. Everything in that house was imported from the UK. The TV, the furniture the rug and even the curtains.
She greeted him at the door.

“Kobina darling, welcome to my humble abode.”
“Eeei, sister Mimi, is this what you refer to as a humble abode?” he said raising his arms to point out the room to her laughing.
“Hahaha, sit down please. What can I offer you?” she asked joining him in the laughter.
“Any fruit drink would do.”
“I want you to come and work for me. My business is growing and I would like you to manage it for me. A car and a house would be allocated to you.”
“Thanks for the offer, can I think about this and give you my answer later?”
“No problem, but don’t take forever. Let me get you the drink.”
She went to the kitchen and brought him a glass of pineapple juice and left to freshen up.

Kobina thought about her offer while he sipped the drink. The thought of resigning to work for another employer was not appealing to him but he kept an open mind about it. He frowned, it seemed to him that the drink had a bitter edge to it but he waved it off, mentally.
“Maybe it’s because I haven’t had this brand before,” he said silently to himself.
In a few minutes, Mimi returned from the bathroom, wearing a skimpy transparent dress that made it obvious that she was wearing neither a bra nor a pantie.
Kobina Ferguson looked at her with a lecherous smile as the drink had been spiked with a powerful aphrodisiac that induced sexual urge.
Even before she got to him, he got up and drew her to him, grabbed her buttocks and squeezed her breasts, kissed her with great hunger and then Mimi wriggled out of his grasp and pretentiously escaped from him to her bedroom with him pursuing her. He caught up with her and put her on the bed.

“Ahh it’s been so long, I am dead today,” she said with inflamed passion.
“Keep quiet and let me grease you,” he said huskily.
They had sex. It was more like a battle.
To Mimi, it was refreshing, releasing, satisfactory and utterly enjoyable.
To Kobina, it was as if he was purging his system of an enraged demon who was taking a long time to escape. He gave it to her in any way imaginable. Kobina, who had always been a wonderful and considerate lover, was unstoppable and it was no wonder that Mimi who had initiated the process, began begging for mercy but it was only after about an hour before he hit his peak and discharged to Mimi’s orgasm 3 times within that same time. He grunted and passed out. By then Mimi was long gone.