The Good Man
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE GOOD MAN
Kobina slowly came awake, after more than 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. He looked dazedly at the sleeping Mimi and checked the time on his phone and saw that it was almost 4:00 a.m.
He dressed up and quickly but quietly left the house.
He got to the house, opened his door, still dazed and crept into bed and slept as soon as his head hit the pillows.
He was having a dream. Sister Mimi was sitting on his rock hard manhood, rocking herself to ecstasy in complete abandon, screaming and moaning in the process.
“Brother Kobina, brother Kobina, brother Kobina brother Kobina brother Kobina…” she moaned his name till she had a massive body shaking orgasm and, unable to get up, slept on his chest, with his demolition tool, still rock hard, imbedded in her. He came awake then and saw that it wasn’t a dream but real and that this time around, it was Dzifa Gold who had taken advantage of him in his drugged state. He pushed her away from him, appalled at what had happened.
“You were so amazing,” she said.
“Ohh, my God,” he said covering his face with his palms, “Please go, leave me alone.”
She looked at him with a sated look on her face and sat beside him on the bed.
That was how Aba Joan found them. She had wanted to visit to do some cooking for him as she hadn’t been able to escape from academic work to visit him for quite a while and she wanted to surprise him, but it seemed she was the one that got surprised.
The door wasn’t properly locked and she had entered to meet them both naked. She screamed and ran out of the house. Kobina couldn’t even go after her in his confused state.
Sis Mimi wasn’t amused at all. She had woken up that morning expecting a repeat performance but found herself alone in bed. She was of the view that morning sex would have given her the pep to face the day.
“Ahh well, if Mohammed would not go to the mountain, the mountain must go to Mohammed.”
She and put on a night gown, wore an overcoat over it and drove over the short distance to his house. She saw that the door was half-opened. Grinning, she entered and stopped. A man she had had sex with a few hours ago was in bed with a naked woman. She gasped and shouted.
“Kobina, so you are a dog in disguise.“
Joan, in tears had found her way to Aku’s house to cry her eyes out. She had thought that she had a good thing going with Kobina Ferguson and that he was the man for her. He was handsome, he was upright, he was courteous and respectful, principled and her mother liked him too.
“I saw him in bed with her,” she said as soon as she reached Aku’s house at Apremdo.
“You found the who in bed with who,” Aku asked, though she suspected that she might be talking about Kobina.
“Kobina Manager, I found him in bed with that witch I once told you about.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, and they were both naked,” she replied, trying unsuccessfully to stop her tears from flowing.
“That’s bad,” Aku said, “And what did he say in defence.”
“Nothing. I left before he could say anything.”
Aku consoled her and tried to get her to calm down, advising her not to think too much about it.
“How can I not think about it. I saw them with my naked eyes and they were sitting on the bed together, naked,” Joan wailed, fresh tears streaming down her face.
” Maybe he thought you were just a little girl who cooked for him.”
Aku then prepared some cocoyam with koobi and hot pepper and Aku spoke ceaselessly and cracked jokes to take her mind off the issue but saw to her dismay that she was only picking at her food.
” I quite remember what happened with my ex Kweku. He said he loved me and I also loved him but I devised a plan to make him mine forever. Initially played hard to get but when I found him straying into the arms of some ashawo woman, I decided to keep him to myself by sleeping with him every night, to keep him busy,” Aku said, “And it worked to perfection.”
“So why didn’t you get married to him?” Joan asked and laughed, despite her sombre mood.
“He went to Spain to seek greener pastures,” she said with a heartfelt sigh, “But he is in jail now for pushing drugs.”
Kobina was feeling extremely awful. He was that kind of man who never liked seeing his fellow man suffer because of either his actions or inactions. First, he got rid of Dzifa from the room. He then called Sis Mimi and told her that he wasn’t going to be able to accept her job offer because of what had transpired between them. He felt that in sleeping with her he had lost the right to work for her.
“What about that girl I saw you with,” she asked.
“I have already dealt with that regrettable problem,” he calmly told her.
“Kobina, you know that I like you a lot,” she stated.
“I also like you a lot. But as a friend,” he countered.
“Please, Kobina, I’m on my knees, let’s give this a shot,” Sis Mimi pleaded.
“Please, give me sometime to clear my head. I’m so messed up about all that had happened,” he said and ended the call.
Sister Mimi put the phone down, cursing herself in the process for drugging Kobina instead of using a more subtle approach. Nevertheless, she resolved to use all she could to get him to love her.
Kobina’s next step was to talk with Aba Joan but not on phone. He knew that he owed her an explanation so he decided to seek her out and explain things in a truthful and honest manner.
He called Maame Efua, her mother.
“Good afternoon, Ma”
“Good afternoon Kobina, it’s been such a long time. How are you doing?”
I am well Ma. I am just checking up on you.”
“God bless you, my son. have you been hearing from Aba?”
“Not of late,” he told her
“Neither have I, but am 100% sure she’ll be here on Saturday which happens to be my birthday.”
“Wow, I wish you a happy birthday in advance ma. May you live to be a healthy hundred.”
“Amen,” she concurred, “and don’t forget to bring me a birthday gift.”
“I surely will, hahaha,” he said.
They said their goodbyes and he hung up; brimming with excitement at the coming weekend. For obvious reasons, he wanted to see Joan, her infectious and dazzling smile. She had the kind of innocence that makes one want to wrap one’s arms around her for eternity.
The Good Man