Woes of Koosam episode 5

WOES OF KOOSAM

EPISODE 5

Koosam’s hands tightened on her oversized butts, and he marvelled at how soft they were. He squeezed and she moaned against his lips.

His fondling hands got into contact with the envelope of cash and it slipped out of her panties but with a deft reflex, he caught it with the tips of the fingers of his right hand and pushed it into his back pocket, whilst his left hand continued to squeeze her ample behind.

“Please, I am all yours. Make me a woman,” she moaned softly, her hands urgently straying to his shirt front.

He secured the envelope with the button on the back pocket, and as if he was coming out of a trance, realized in a split second that the money was the reason he was there in the first place.

Having gotten the money, there was no need to dilly dally anymore and suddenly his demeanour changed. He jerked himself out of her arms and just like Joseph, ran out of the bedroom, not even pausing to compose himself.

He walked briskly when he got out of the house, panting heavily, more from anguish than from exertions.

He looked neither left nor right when he got to the dual carriage road that separated Sawmill from Airport Ridge and ran across to the other side. If he had looked, he would have seen Mr Eshun, the husband of the woman from whom he was escaping as he took a turn to the road that led to their home.

Kobina was blind to everything then. All he wanted to do was to get home. He didn’t even remember to do the planned shopping at the Supermarket. He just wanted to quickly get as far away from the house he had just escaped from as possible. He was appalled at Auntie Ama’s behaviour. He wondered how a married woman could behave in that despicable manner.

He got home and found to his dismay that tears were streaming down his face. He was so forlorn and miserable that the woman had tried to take advantage of his situation to have her way with him

He had even forgotten that he had to call Mr Mireku. He lay slumped on the bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Back at the house in Lagos Town, Auntie Ama cursed with impotent rage and wondered how she was going to cope with the red-hot arousal she found herself in. She wondered whether her fingers could properly do it right. The heat in her could only be sated by Kobina Sam and no one else.

She hissed with frustration and was thinking of her next plan of action when the front door banged shut, getting her out of her reverie. She rose expectantly, a triumphant smile on her face. She thought it was Kobina returning to finish what he had escaped from, and arched her body in anticipation.

Mr Eshun. her husband came into view, saw her near nakedness, her naughty smile, and smiled back. His momentary look at her face told him just one thing; that she was on heat and it was for him.

She met him halfway across the room and he took her in his arms, and after the frenzy of him shedding his attires, laid her on the bed, his reasons for being at home so early completely forgotten.

A MONTH LATER…

Kobina Sam had put what had happened with Auntie Ama behind him. He had stopped going to the house to teach the lad. He was still unemployed and his visits to Mr Mireku had only come with assurances that everything was on course and that his eventual employment was a done deal. On one of his visits to the harbour area, he met Abena, the black beauty who still had his little book in her possession.

“Hey, you” she called out to him and gave him her ever-ready smile.

“Hi,” he responded, enthralled by her sweet smile.

“It’s been a while. You didn’t come for your little book,” she said and appraised him with her sparkling eyes.

“I have been a bit busy. Where are you off to?” he inquired, noting the handbag slung over her shoulder.

“My sister has asked me to buy paint for her. Can you help me choose one?” she asked, imploring him more with her eyes than with her voice.

“Of course, I will,” he said and went with her to the area at Market Circle where good-quality paints were sold. He helped her choose one and even carried it for her to the nearest taxi rank for her to board a cab to her destination. She pressed a piece of paper into his hands as the taxi left. He saw that it was a mobile phone number. Hers, he assumed.

He quickly saved it on his phone and left for home too.

A call came through his phone and he saw that it was Auntie Ama. He reluctantly picked up and immediately, she pleaded with him to resume teaching his son, promising not to repeat what she did ever again. She said that Kofi, her son had refused to allow any other person to teach him. When she saw that he was adamant to return to teach her son, she went into her son’s room and gave him the phone so that he could talk to the boy himself.

“Please sir, I need your help. When are you coming back to teach me?” Kofi asked.

He had no choice but to promise to call him later with an answer. He actually liked the lad a lot. He was a good student but he was apprehensive about going back to that house because of what his mother might do.

He called Abena as soon as he reached the house and they conversed for almost an hour as she kept bringing up a new topic for them to talk about anytime he wanted to end the call.

“I’m a Tuesday born too,” she said when he told her his name. Don’t forget it’s  Abena, no pimples, no blemish. untouched and untapped,” she said in a tiny little voice that got him laughing very hard.

They spoke as if they were old friends and her amazing sense of humour got him in stitches constantly. “Wow. Wow. Wow,” she gushed, surprised when he told her he lived at Airport Ridge “I live at Airport Ridge too. Near Egyiriba.”

 “Wow,” he said, quite surprised. From where she said she lived at Airport Ridge was just about 400 metres away from where he was.

The call ended when his airtime ran out. He plugged in the charger and relaxed on the bed and thought hard about the issue of Auntie Ama’s son. He was more than ready to help her son, even without remuneration but the woman’s behaviour made it impossible for him to do so.

His beloved mother, Sister Ekua had hammered it into his head hard enough that he should never, ever go after someone else’s wife or woman. Not under any circumstances.

“If you want to live long, you’ll listen to me on this,” she had said, as her eyes bored into his.

A tentative knock sounded on his door, interrupting his thoughts, and Asantewaa, Captain Omar’s daughter went in without waiting for any invitation.

“I hear you did Purchasing and Supply at TTU,” she asked as soon as she sat down.

“Yeah, I did. What about you?” he asked, not quite enthused with her company.

“I’m doing the same at Legon,” she said and turned to stretch on the bed, with her peachy breasts in full view.

Which level?” he asked, being too nice to tell her he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation.

“200,” she said. “Can you help me with some areas of the course, especially with Strategic Supply Chain?”

”Anytime,” he said. 

She stretched out her hand and picked the TV’s remote control and began to flip through the channels in search of any interesting programme, for their conversation had hit a snag.

“How’s Akosua?” he asked her after a while.

“She’s there. Do you want her?” she asked, sounding sad about it.

“Abi she’s my sister. Just as you are,” he said and smiled bravely.

“Is that how you see me? As your sister. Which of your parents gave birth to me? Was it your mother or your father?” she asked with a heated voice.

He stared back at her, unable to say anything to that as she looked down at her entwined hands.

Silence reigned, enveloping them and all he could think of was that it had some semblance to the situation he found himself in with Auntie Ama.

A couple of days later, after carefully thinking things over and over again, he decided to restart the tuition with Kofi but only if he was prepared to come to his house for lessons instead of him going to theirs.

While Kofi was happy about it and whooped with joy, the mother felt sad but went along with it nevertheless to please her son. She found it quite painful and an affront to her womanly charms but she was quite philosophical about it.

“It will be if it’s meant to be,” she said quietly to herself.

Kobina Sam’s daily routine changed.

He still struggled to take care of the grass, but his tenacity of purpose was his saving grace, and he kept his cool despite Uncle George’s constant tirades of his supposed shortcomings which weren’t as glaring as before.

He still went job hunting and he still sought to do construction jobs, but what had changed now was that Kofi had now been coming to his end for the lessons.

He sometimes came with provisions from his mother and even one time, he arrived with his mother who said she wanted to know where her son had been having his lessons.

Then, there were Asantewaa and Akosua. They tried as much as possible to beat the other for his attention but he had seen through all their shenanigans and had been cleverly parrying all their moves. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them or find them attractive but he wasn’t ready to be in any emotional relationship with anyone especially, the children of Captain Omar, his benefactor.

And then, there was Abena Tawiah, his newfound friend.

She had been calling him most nights and he had found himself looking forward to her nightly calls.

He found her jovial and her great sense of humour had been a great stress reliever for him. Her upbeat attitude was always a source of inspiration for him.

They could converse for hours on end till one of them showed signs of sleepiness or her airtime got exhausted. They just clicked.

There were no emotional attachments and neither of them had visited each other though they now knew where the other lived.

A call went through even as he thought about her.

“Hey, name,” she said when he picked up the call.

“Name,” he simply said.

“What’s wrong with you,” she said when she noticed the sombre slang in his voice “your voice is some way bi”

“It’s nothing. Just thinking,” he said, not wanting to let her in on his issues.

“Okay, I hear wai. Or are Akosua and Asantewaa giving you their wahala?” she asked straightforwardly.

His breath caught in his throat. He wondered how she knew he lived with them. Granted, he had told her where he lived but since she had never visited him, and neither had he said anything about them to her, he wondered how she knew about them.

“Are they?” she persisted, trying to force an answer out of him.

“No, no,” he said quickly, wondering whether she knew them.

“It’s just that my joblessness gets me moody sometimes,” he explained.

“Don’t worry about it. Things would improve soon,” she assured him in a way that lifted his spirits.

“Thank you. Ain’t you a darling?” he said in a brave attempt to make jest of the situation.

” You better believe that,” she said with asperity and they laughed together.

She then pleaded with him to take her to the beach as the next day was a public holiday.

It took some time before she was able to get him to say yes. She had refused to take ‘no’ for an answer and he had no other option than to say ‘yes’.

“You need to unwind,” she said urgently “the sea breeze in your system would do you a lot of good.”

They fixed the time for midday the next day.

He woke up early the next day and did his usual chores. He even did the long overdue laundry and room cleaning. He did all those things under the shadows of Uncle George’s disapproving looks.

He ignored him and had his leftover pepper Jollof for breakfast and set off to Abena’s end wearing a pair of jeans trousers, and a white shirt with a pair of white sneakers to match. He still dressed like a student and was going to continue doing so until his circumstances changed but it did nothing to change the fact that he was a very handsome man.

He pressed the doorbell and she arrived to take him indoors. She introduced him to Esi her elder sister, who left them after ensuring that he was comfortable,

“We’ll leave as soon as Frank arrives. Once again you are welcome to our home,” she said and left.

Kobina kept his cool. He did not know that they were going with Esi and her fiance. Abena smiled at him when he saw the question in his eyes and dragged him to her room.

“This is my room. Touch the bed and see how soft it is,” she said and playfully pushed him unto the bed but made no attempt to join him on it. She rather picked a game board from the cupboard in the room. It was a pleasant enough room. A girl’s room with pink being the dominant colour. There was also a large pink Teddy bear that was lying on its own little pillow on the bed.

The game she had picked was Snakes and Ladders.

She served him a cool refreshing fruit drink and they sat on the floor opposite each other with the board between them.

They played with the seriousness of sworn enemies. She gave him no leeway and none was given to her. They were at it, head to head and neck to neck: amidst snake bites and pitfalls. They got so engrossed that neither of them noticed that Esi and Frank were peeking in on them from the slightly ajar door.

“Awwwww, they look so good together,” Esi whispered, her hands on her chest

“So do we,” Frank said and kissed her on the back of her neck.

“Yes but you are not as handsome as he is,” Esi whispered, trying to get under his skin.

“Says who. Anyway, I am richer than he is,” he whispered softly, knowing that it was all in jest, as usual.

They alerted the two that it was time to leave.

They left in Esi’s car though Frank had arrived with his. It had already been packed with various sizes of ice chests that contained drinks, and different kinds of food including grilled tilapia and chicken.

The beach had always been a favourite place of Kobina. He loved the intoxicating sea breeze and the joy of seeing people enjoy themselves. He liked its serene beauty, even when there weren’t people around.

“I wish we could swim naked” Esi said conversationally as she helped Frank pitch the tent while Abena and Kobina unloaded the ice chests.

“Let’s do it!” Abena said, shocking Kobina as Frank laughed. He knew they were just being naughty. They could never do that despite them saying that.

Very soon, all was set and Esi and Abena were in their bikinis and Frank was in his shorts and Man U Jersey. Kobina just watched them, having no intention of being in the sea. Abena looked at him thoughtfully and with a glint in her eyes, tossed a polythene bag to him. He caught it and saw that it contained a football knicker and a Chelsea Jersey.

He changed into them and marvelled at how the two sisters found humour in anything. They were one of a kind.

He whispered his thanks and she hit him in the chest.

There were a lot of people around. Some swimming, of course, some playing various sporting games, and other related activities.

Abena whispered something into Esi’s ears and they sauntered over to him, held his hands, one in each, cajoled and dragged him into the approaching waves. They kept dragging him despite his reluctance to allow them and succeeded in pushing him into the water with some help from Frank.

They had a good time playing and swimming together. They went back to the tent when exhaustion set in. Drinks and food were dished out. There were more than enough for the four of them.

Abena saw Esi lean against Frank as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Let me show you something,” she whispered to Kobina and pulled him out of the tent, not letting go of his hand even as they strolled among the thick crowd.

She lead him to an abandoned colonial-era swimming pool at the far end.

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