Woes of Koosam 8
WOES OF KOOSAM
EPISODE 8
by Samuel Cobby Grant
The Captain was annoyed with Uncle George and extremely so.
Whilst he was in Accra, he had been calling continually about Kobina’s laziness and incompetency. He even said that Kobina had left the place so overgrown with weeds that it had become a haven for snakes.
But what did he see when he arrived home? He was completely floored. The whole compound was so neatly cut that one could easily play football on it. In the almost fifteen years that he had lived in the bungalow, he had never seen it so well cut. He never knew that underneath the rough and torturous grass, there was carpet grass.
He fumed silently despite the calm disposition displayed on his face and watched as George took their things indoors.
“Where’s Kobina Sam?” he asked Uncle George who was parading himself as a good and hardworking man.
“He told me that he was going to visit his mother but hasn’t returned in almost a month,” he replied in a voice loaded with innuendo.
“I see,” was all Captain Omar said and turned towards the front door.
“Dada, Dada, should I wash the car?”
“Don’t bother,” he said impatiently and went in.
Uncle George went back to his side of the boy’s quarters and scrubbed the bathroom, and the toilet and as he was waiting for a woman friend before the Captain arrived, he hastily called her to stop her.
With that out of the way, he picked up a cutlass and proceeded to cut the grass which was not ready to be cut. He was doing all he could to make the Captain see how hard-working a person he was.
It was at that very moment that Sefah the Gardener appeared with the lawn mower.
Uncle George watched him in disbelief as he straightened and tightened the knob on the push handle.
Enraged, he threw the cutlass down and quickly walked over to the chap almost stumbling in his mad rush to get to the guy.
“What do you think you are doing?” he barked, spittle forming at the corners of his mouth.
“I have been asked to cut the grass,” Sefah explained, filling the tank with petrol.
“Who asked you to come here?” he screamed at the man whose calmness enraged him further
“By Mr Koosam.”
Nothing infuriated Uncle George more than the ‘Mr’ Sefah added to Koosam’s name. He pushed the handle of the mower, thereby getting some of the petrol to spill onto the grass.
“You too why,” the gardener said in dismay and confusion.
“Me too, wo ye abowa” Uncle George screamed at him.
“What is going on over there?” the booming voice of the Captain thundered out from within the house.
He had been trying to catch some sleep after a tiresome journey.
He went out to see things for himself. He wasn’t really ready for the man’s bullshit anymore.
“Young man, continue with what you have been asked to do,” he told Sefah and left them to take a walk as his desire to take a nap was long gone.
He walked around the house, went to the back of the boy’s quarters and saw how unkept and weedy it was.
“George, come here right away,” his booming voice thundered over the noise of the mower.
“When Kobina Sam moved in, it was you who said you were going to take care of the garden while he took care of the compound. Is that not so?” he asked.
“That is so, Sir” he answered.
“So why are you not working on the crops but chose to cut the almost perfect grass?” he asked
“I was about to do so after I was done with the front,” he lamely explained.
“I won’t take any nonsense from you,” he said and turned to leave, but stopped and faced Uncle George whose hands were behind his back and his knees slightly bent forward in a posture of reverence to the Captain.
“If you continue slaking like this, you’ll one day come home to find your things thrown out of the room. Don’t you dare try me.”
Abena was the happiest woman on earth. Her times with Kobina were never-ending spells of bliss. He took her to places she never would have imagined existed in Ghana. They went on sightseeing expeditions, took long walks and visited tourist sites. Even their times indoors were delightful. She insisted on preparing evening meals even though the company provided three square meals for the staff and any visitors they might have. They had access to a games hall, a gym and a swimming pool. They even went to Busua Beach with the expatriate staff on her first weekend in Tarkwa. But her most memorable of them all was the evenings she spent in front of the TV, lying on the couch, her head on his lap as they stared into each other’s eyes.
She felt lucky to have such a handsome, caring, selfless and humane man as a future life companion.
As for Kobina Sam, he knew she was the woman for him. There was no need for him to look at other women when he had all of her.
She was beautiful, in a voluptuous kind of way. Her fairly large butts, her waspy waist and her busty bust were a source of delight to him.
He had respected her plea of no sex until marriage, but it was a struggle to control himself and it greatly tested his self-control.
Most of the workers knew him from his national service days and were happy with his appointment, as his easy-going attitude and readiness to do everything assigned to him contributed to making him a very likeable person. But what made him lovable was the presence of Abena, the woman beside him.
” W’ani ebuei papa. Sɛ wobedi ɔha ma w’aha wo diɛ, di apem na yɛmpem wo,” James, a driller said to the amusement of all.
It was always said that ‘out of sight is out of mind’ but Auntie Ama found herself yearning for the Koosam’s touch even though he was out of sight. She had not really been cured of her crush on the young man. She had lain in bed most nights imagining how it could feel having him in her arms.
The sleeping husband beside her meant nothing to her. She had racked her brains for a solution and believed that the only solution was to sleep with him, by hook or by crook.
He seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, granted, he had told her he was travelling but that had done nothing to lessen the impact of his absence. She had called him a few days ago but it was a woman’s voice he heard who informed her that he had left his phone at home in his haste to get to work
“One day, one day,” she promised herself, determined to do all she could to have him. She wasn’t going to back down until she got what she wanted.
That night, she thought about how it was going to feel like to finally have him making love to her. The very thought of that happening sent tingling sensations through her whole body, making her heavily wet. Her love fluids assailed her olfactory senses.
She took her thoughts into her dreams, found him naked with him in bed and did what she had always imagined he was going to do to her. He made sweet love to her. She moaned and thrashed on the bed in ecstasy and her sleeping husband, who had been lately too busy to attend to her slept on, unaware that the woman beside him was on fire.
She rubbed her voluminous buttocks against his as she moaned loudly and that got him to wake up, and when he saw the state of heat his wife was in, he being a hot blood male, got aroused and instantly turned her over on her back. He found her wet and ready as she clung to him in the intensity of her arousal. She climaxed thrice before he did but followed closely on her third and landed as soon as she did. He was pulling out with wonder when Ama his wife, still in wonderland, her eyes still closed, clung to him and whispered.
“Oh Kobina Sam, wo yɛ macho. Me loovi wo.”
He stared down at her in shock. His ardour vanished instantaneously and he saw that she had slipped into the sleep of a well-satisfied woman.
“Does it mean she has been cheating with my son’s part-time teacher?” he mused. Tears stung his eyes. He had never had any reason to suspect her whatsoever in their marriage, but he wasn’t so sure now.
“I will get to the bottom of this,” he resolved and got up to go to the bathroom to wash the cheating scent from his body.
As for Asantewaa and Akosua, they were always on their best behaviours when their parents were around. One could hardly see them step out of the house except when sent on errands, but Akosua, the more adventurous of the two, always found a way to sneak into town to visit Joojo, Koosam’s friend. She constantly exploited her baby-last status to perfection, coupled with her ability to instantly burst into tears to the annoyance of Asantewaa.
Auntie Ama was confused. She couldn’t understand what was going on. Her husband of sixteen years had suddenly turned cold towards her.
He still catered for the needs of the home but something had changed. She couldn’t for the love of God fathom what was going on.
She, as far as she knew, hadn’t done anything to offend him. She had even gone the extra mile to be very attentive to his needs but all to no avail.
She knew he was angry from the way he had been relating to her.
He was the kind of man who hardly showed his anger but his curt responses to her questions were an indication of how cross he was with her. She knew him long enough to know that he was a very dangerous man to cross.
She watched as he got home from work, a bag of his supper in his hand. He had stopped eating food prepared by her. It’s even superfluous to say that he had stopped sleeping in her bed.
It was as serious as that
He looked at her, saw the drooped shoulders but he didn’t mind her.
He had already decided that he was going to confront that wimp of a boy after supper. If he wants to thread where even the devil would not dare, he must face the consequences of his actions and he had no remorse for what he had planned to do.
He felt no jittery or nervousness. He just felt the need to right a wrong and if that was going to cost someone his life, it was okay with him.
He had already scouted the area, seen the layout, and the escape routes, and made notes of the dark and tree-lined nature of the whole area.
He set out after supper without saying anything to his wife. He strode, seemingly with nonchalance but was wound up as tight as a coiled spring. He patted the long pocket of the jalabia he wore, feeling the reassuring thickness of the weapon.
With long and easy strides, cool as a cucumber, he made his way to the home of his quarry. It wasn’t as if it was his first time of going to eliminate a rival. He’s been there before.
There wasn’t a soul outdoors but he saw that most of the indoor lights were on and that told him that they weren’t in bed yet. He leaned against a high-tension pole and waited for the lights to be switched off.
He had gone without his phone and so had no way of knowing the exact time but he guessed it was about 10:00 pm. He wasn’t in any way uncomfortable with the long wait, or the mosquito bites.
It was going to be a fair price to pay for the exhilaration he was going to feel when he drove the long jagged-edged knife into his belly. He would even dance a jig or two in his blood.
The wind got colder, chilling his bones and he guessed it was getting to midnight. He peered around the corner and saw that all of the indoor lights were off.
He straightened up and headed to the bungalow.
Captain Omar, a light sleeper, heard the slight crunch on the gravelled driveway but heard nothing more when he tried to hear more.
He always felt a chill down his spine when danger visited, and he felt it now. The hairs at the nape of his neck tingled. He leaned against the headboard, beside his sleeping wife and tuned his hearing faculties for the sound that could tell him that the danger was real.
The assailant, Mr Eshun acted like a pro. He made no further sound when the gravel crunched under the soft sole sneakers and changed direction to walk on the grassy edge of the driveway.
He reached the boy’s quarters. He knew where both Kobina and George’s doors were and he turned right and went directly to his target’s door. He knocked softly.
There was no response. He pulled out the knife, knocked again, and waited for the young man to open the door, unaware that Captain Omar, a trained recce expert, was looking at him through the kitchen window that was directly opposite the boy’s quarters, and had seen how he had stealthily emerged from the darkness of the area to knock at the door.
He was convinced that he was up to no good, especially when he pulled the knife out of his pocket.
As the intruder knocked once more, he, with a sardonic smile on his face aimed at him with the gun he had in his hand and said, “Put the knife down and raise your hands high or I will shoot.”
Eshun, as quick as a rattlesnake turned to run away but the Captain with amazingly quick reflexes followed his movements with the aimed gun and shot him.
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