The Good Man
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE GOOD MAN
Kobina Ferguson was a contented man. Life was good and he found out that he had a knack for business. He rented a small office space at the Harbour Business Area and mounted the 20-foot freezer he had acquired on hire-purchase. He also had his own office with another for receptionist.
He had made it a habit of getting Gregg’s cars checked on by a reputable service company at regular intervals and Gregg had also not relented in his efforts to get him clients for his business, but it was Kobina’s honesty and perseverance that ensured the stability of the business.
One nice Saturday morning, Gregg invited Kobina to accompany him to the gym and he, having nothing much to do, went with him to the upscale Keep Fit Club at Chapel Hill.
Gregg introduced him to most of the patrons and then dashed off to deal with some dumbbells. Kobina looked around at the shiny equipment and on seeing that someone had finished using the treadmill, he jumped onto it and set the speed at a strolling pace.
After a little while, he increased the speed and he was really panting and struggling to stay on his feet when Gregg hailed him from the far corner of the hall. He switched off the machine went over to Gregg who was talking to a bearded man.
“Omar, this is Kobina.”
“Gregg has said a lot about you. I need some Swedish sausages and chicken breast.”
*No problem. When and how many?”
“Two packs each, and on Monday,” Omar answered offering him his card.
They joined another group and were chatting when they heard some commotion at the entrance. It seemed as if two men were heckling each other, but none of the patrons, who were mostly expatriates shied away from going to separate them though it involved one of them.
“Is that not your cleaner?” Gregg observed.
Upon a closer look, Kobina saw that Nkuto was holding Pedro, an offshore worker and screaming at him.
“Mr Ferguson,” Nkuto said when he noticed him. ” This animal promised to send me to Spain to play for Barcelona but ended up having sex with me. He then made his friend, Diego sleep with me too and now I have an infection. My sphincter is damaged and I go about wearing pampers,” he cried and slapped Pedro in the face.
Finally, the bouncers got to them and threw the crying Nkuto out of the place.
A WEEK LATER
It was another Saturday and Kobina Ferguson was alone in the office trying to deal with what was on his IN tray.
It was one week after the gym incident and that meant it was the day Aba Joan promised to visit him. His calls to her had not been going through. He had thought about asking her mother whether she was okay but he refrained from doing so.
And so, after going to the gym without Gregg who was out of town, he had gone to the office to while away the time but to his consternation, he couldn’t concentrate due to his thoughts about Aba Joan. He heard a faint knock on the door and saw Nkuto with an elderly man by his side when he opened it. He looked at him with disgust clearly shown on his face. Nkuto immediately went down on his knees but Kobina invited them in instead.
“My name is Agya Appiah,” the man said and continued, “Your boy asked me to come with him to apologize to you.”
“I see. Did he tell you about what he did?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“I am sorry, Mr Ferguson for what Felicia and I did to you. It was all because I was jealous of you.. and Felicia was also angry at you for refusing to allow her to bring in her drinks to sell. Please forgive me.”
“Please Mr Ferguson, forgive him,” Agya Appiah pleaded. “I live just behind the Paradox so I know that you are a very nice person.”
“Ok. Maybe it was wrong for me to employ him at the Club when he returned from Liberia as a refugee. Maybe it was wrong to bail him at the police station or maybe he wronged me for allowing me to rush him to the hospital at the point of death. So which is which,” Kobina Ferguson said tersely, his eyes bright with passion.
“Please, Mr Ferguson to err is human and to forgive, divine,” Agya Appiah pleaded.
“Mr Appiah, I am sorry for my words but I loved this man like my own brother but he treated me in the worst possible way. But you know, I have him to thank for making me sit up and make something of my life. So I have forgiven him.”
“God is good,” Agya Appiah said and went on, “We’ll take our leave now.”
“Thank you and God bless you, Mr Ferguson,” Nkuto said when he found his voice.
“My Prophet says God is punishing me for what I did. I now walk around in pampers,” Nkuto said.
Knocks sounded on the door after Nkuto said that and Fiifi, Kobina’s former friend walked into the office.
“Kobina my guy, why you dawg me like that. You didn’t let me know that you were relocating and neither have you called me, why?” Fiifi said accusingly.
Kobina regarded him silently.
At that time, both Nkuto and Agya Appiah were on their way out of the office, but Kobina stopped them,
“Please, Mr Appiah, don’t go yet. I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything, my friend.”
“Please, ask my friend Fiifi whether I have wronged him in any way,”
Fiifi attempted to say something but Kobina continued nevertheless, “because I don’t understand he should paint me black to a lady I was in love with and why he should sleep with her and force her to entrap me with the resultant pregnancy”
Both Agya Appiah and Nkuto turned to look at Fiifi who had begun to sweat profusely. Fiifi was in shock. He had no idea that Kobina knew about his schemes. He at that moment would have loved for a hole to appear in the ground to swallow him. He went on his knees to beg Kobina for forgiveness.
“Don’t bother to ask for forgiveness. I have already forgiven you but I have decided to distance myself from you from now onwards.”
It was a very painful moment for all of them.
Agya Appiah had tears in his eyes. As for Nkuto, since he was already crying, for found some consolation in the fact that he wasn’t the only person who had erred against Kobina.
As for Fiifi, he begged for forgiveness over and again and left with shame.
Suddenly, Kobina couldn’t stand being at the office anymore. He gathered his phones and left, offering to drop Nkuto and Agya Appiah at their destinations.
“God indeed is with you today. Never cease to pray,” Agya Appiah said when Kobina dropped him at his doorstep.
He then went on to Amanful to drop Nkuto without telling him anything more.
By then it was about 3:00 pm.
It had been quite a day and he felt drained, emotionally and physically. He went home dreading the loneliness that was sure to engulf him at home.
He drove on, oblivious of his surroundings. He was on auto-drive. He got home soon enough and saw someone that looked like Aba standing morosely by the pool. He flew out of the car, banging the door behind him when he saw that it was indeed Aba, and after a couple of long strides, engulfed her in a massive bear hug right in front of the house.
A gentle tap on his back brought him back from his revelries from seeing the love of his life. He turned around and saw two well-dressed men looking at him.
“Gentleman, you are wanted at the Central Police Station,” one of them said with all seriousness.
“Who are you?” Kobina asked, still holding on to Aba Joan.
“I am Sgt Atiemo and this is Constable Nana Yawson.”
*What has he done?” Aba asked them with fear.
“For what cause, if I may ask?” Kobina asked with impatience.
“All facts will be laid bare to you when we get to the station,” Sgt Atiemo told him.
They had no choice but to go with the policemen who had obviously followed him from town. He felt that it was all going to turn out to be a big mistake. He drove and the policemen followed closely behind in their car. He got to the police station and holding Aba by her hand, made his way to the charge office. Kobina was made to go behind the counter before he was told of his offense.
“Charges have been pressed against you for assaulting a retired policeman.
“Me?” Kobina asked, his voice a bit high.
“Yes, you. You assaulted him at Nchaban. He took your car number down when you drove away.”
That was when he understood the whole scenario. He explained that he had a witness who saw everything but nevertheless, he was asked to write down his statement for him to be detained.
Aba shaken, started praying feverishly and her prayers were answered immediately
Inspector Azaglo, whom he knew from his days at the Club walked in and upon enquiring about his offence, asked for him to be allowed to go home and report on Monday for a proper assessment of the case.
The lovebirds went home immediately. Aba went to the kitchen to prepare something while he had a much-needed bath.
She saw that most of the plantains and yams were going bad so she cooked yam with garden eggs stew for supper. They ate in silence. She did the dishes and went to have her bath and came out as fresh as the morning dew.
She found him on the bed, asleep. She stared at him with something close to pity wondering why bad things always happened to good people.
She slipped into bed after putting her phone on charge.
The reason why Kobina wasn’t able to get her on the phone was that her phone fell under the bed and it went off due to low battery and it had taken her almost two weeks to locate it but by then, she was on her way to Takoradi so she had no time to charge it.
After some minutes of changing her phone, she put it on and a call from Naakpe landed at once.
“Hey, wossop? How’s school?” Naakpe greeted.
“School is fine but am in Tadi,” she replied.
“Wow, wow, wow. Am coming over tomorrow,” she said and switched off before she could dissuade her from coming. Her phone hit the low battery mark and she sighed. She put it off and plugged the charger in gain. She fell asleep soon after.
The chirping of the birds woke her up, but what really made her open her eyes was the tingling feelings she was having on her breasts.
Kobina was lying on his side, and facing her on the bed and was drawing circles around her nipples but still had his eyes shut. She moaned softly, her whole body beginning to feel some sort of heat.
She exhaled and put her hand against the hand on her breast to exert more pressure on it. He opened his eyes and raised his head and stared deeply into her eyes and saw the passion in her eyes.
His lips found hers, then he nibbled on her breast, making her moan with the sweetness she was feeling. Out of impatience, she sucked at his lips as if she was hungry for something.
She used her tongue to perfection, stimulating his senses. She turned on her back, drew him to lie on top of her still kissing each other. She broke away from the kiss and removed the top she was wearing, exposing her magnificent bouncing breasts with their perky nipples that were already hard with desire.
“Kobina, I so love you,” she gasped.
He removed his top, and boxers too and threw them away as if he found them offensive, not breaking eye contacts with her and proceeded to lick her now very erect nipples, her belly and then the belly button.
He then raised his head to look at her with eyes burning with desire.
“Yes, go down,” she moaned, answering the unasked question and feeling moist. Down his head went, his tongue seeking her tender entrance. She screamed and clutched the back of his head when his lapping tongue found her very core. She couldn’t stand it any longer.
She spread her legs wide and when his tongue went deeper still, she screamed again long and hard and exploded reaching her climax with her fluids oozing out. She turned him over, wanting to return the gesture, and that was when they heard the persistent ringing of the doorbell, coupled with pounding on the door.
She got up from the bed and asked him to wait for her and looking down at his raging rock hard member, she tapped it on the head and said “Don’t go anywhere, will be right back.”
But Kobina got up and wrapped a towel and his middle, beat her to the door and found a worried Gregg at the door.
“Sorry for disturbing you. I am here to see whether you are alright after your issue with the policemen and to inform you of a poolside party here at noon.”
Kobina stared at him silently and nodded.
Gregg then noticed Aba Joan behind him, saw the bulge in the towel and blushing, left them.
Kobina closed the door firmly, picked her up and swung her over his shoulders, ignoring her cries and as he headed back to the bedroom, the doorbell rang again.