I moved to the mall from Spintex. I hated the place the second I got there. The traffic was bad, my feet were sore.
But I kept thinking about what ‘Aphrodite’ told me at Spintex.
As I stood at the ‘Entry 2’, the one that leads to Shoprite, I saw someone I had a prior ungodly appointment with. It was a flash. I wasn’t sure it was her.
I had spoken to her some 5 minutes prior to sighting her and she told me she was at the beach. I was quite disappointed at her attenmpt to lie to me but minutes later she called me.
We decided I’d go home and freshen up for our dɛɛdɛw experience later.
It never happened!
The near kiss and the blow
When I got home, Mabel had called thrice. This time I called back and we had a heart to heart chat. I apologized for the slaps she suffered because of my picking a move with her. She also apologized once again for Akwasi’s behavior.
We arranged to meet later that night and get to know ourselves better.
When I left home for Chez Afrique, I anticipated a good night.
We were on the phone for the 30 minutes I journeyed to Chez Afrique.
She told me how nice I was, her preferences and more.
“I’ve never met a man like you. You are smooth, sexy and I’d like to know you more.
“Akwasi is uncouth, he’s a woman beater. We broke up.”
Those were some of the things I can easily share with you. She was smooth, sounded very well educated and sexy.
She told me how she’s not been able to sleep after we met.
“I wish I met you earlier,” she said.
I finally got to the venue, scanned the area for the lady with the most glorious ‘ass’ets because I doubted if any other would have those ‘ass’ets I saw at the VIP station in Kumasi.
I found her sitting in a corner. I sneaked behind her and poked her. She jumped with a jolt and screamed my name.
The hug that followed was intimate. It lasted for God knows how long. I felt good!
We settled down and I ordered a bottle of wine. We shared the bottle of ‘Four Seasons’. She was turning my winter into spring, breathing new life into me.
We ate later, we danced, drank some more and had a great time.
Around 1 am, I was feeling exhausted. Being in Accra itself is exhausting.
We made for the car and everything was smooth. I apologized again and told her how I’d like to make it better and better again for her.
It was a cool night. Her lips were wet with anticipation and mine were erect with #VIM.
I tried to fix her seatbelt and we got even closer. In my attempt to do that my arm brushed her soft breasts, my fingers introduced themselves to her waist and I inhaled the air she was exhaling.
AFA!
I was gonna get a kiss. Seconds before our lips met, a sharp blow to my head got me dazed.
In a near unconscious state, I heard “Akwasi why, why are you doing this to me. Let me go. We are done”, that was Mabel, and I could hear her screams faintly.
Akwasi had followed Mabel and he was fully armed with rage. He dragged Mabel out into his car, locked her up and brought a kid to my car.
“Killer, hw3 yie. This is my daughter, Mabel is her mum. We are having a hard time raising this kid because of our relationship problems. If you tly to closs me again. I’ll kill you. Kwasia!” he warned.
He drove away with Mabel and their daughter.
When I got home, I saw Mabel’s phone in my car. I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t know how I’d return it and I didn’t know if I had to call Akwasi’s phone to return the phone.
I ungentlemanly read her messages and the last one she had sent was to Akwasi.
“In the name of God Kwasi, let me go. I won’t hate you for anything. I’ll love you as a friend and a brother. We can’t date any longer but we can be friends for the sake of our daughter. Please, if you really love me let me go.”
It broke my heart.
A good one has been paired with one of the freaks. “Nature hadn’t been fair to her,” I said to myself.
I formatted her phone, a Blackberry Bold 5, and threw away her SIM card. I then deleted her number and messages from my phone.
I just needed to cut the connection for I knew not how I was going to correct the situation.
She suffered some slaps because of me. I suffered a blow because of her. We both had a good time together and I got a free BlackBerry.
A phone for a blow is not a bad deal, is it?
I’m not taking a VIP bus back to Kumasi. I’ll fly and I hope to share that story with you.
A story that may likely end with ‘happily ever after.’
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