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I’m in LOVE with a MARRIED Woman

I’m in LOVE with a MARRIED Woman

If you are reading this, it means two things. One, I need you to understand that there is absolutely nothing you’ll think of me that I have not thought of myself. Two, this might be your truth someday so pay close attention

Now back to the substantive issue. As a child we are taught so many things by our immediate family and people we come in contact with but one of the major things that cannot be taught is how you fall in love and who you fall in love with. So today I’m parading my naked truth through this confessional write up. I’M IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED WOMAN and I want her all to myself. And oooh I made sweet love to her Friday night. Now I am not going to be like the proverbial old lady who blames her walking stick when she falls down so let me just make it clear that I take full responsibilities for my actions and I do not regret it. God knows this is true.

So I met her some five years ago at the mall. She was on a movie date with a friend of mine. As they approached my table at the food court, I could feel my soul drool in love. The black dress she wore enhanced her figure like a magnifying glass. Her calculated steps were so rhythmic that I closed my eyes and nodded to the sound of her footsteps. This my friends, was the first time I had seen a diamond in the flesh.  When we shook hands as we were introduced to one another, I felt a shock wave through my body that made me smile. She also sheepishly smiled back and I was just amazed by her. My friend hooked us up and we became very good friends and talked about everything and nothing. She knew my dreams like they were hers and vice versa. We supported each other through everything that it was clear that were meant to be together. In fact we were in love with each other.  Then she got married.

Was I heartbroken that she was married? Hell no! Don’t get me wrong I have always loved her but you see my love for her is that kind of love that seeks her happiness first whether it is with me or not(You can choose to agree with me or not to I don’t care). All I know is that I was happy that she got married and that was when the relationship between us changed. I became a friend from afar and this worked for us until a month and a half ago. I had stepped out for lunch a few blocks away from my office. As I was about to enter the eatery, I saw a friend’s car at the car park and so I walked towards it and knocked on the windows. He rolled down and shouted my name as he opened the door. We shook hands and burst out into laughter as we insulted each other. Then the passenger door opened and there she was.  She screamed my name and run into my arms. Wow, she looked as beautiful as I remember her. Then after a little chit chat we parted ways.

She called me an hour later and we chatted for thirty minutes. The next day we agreed to have lunch together at a restaurant not far from her office. She was twenty minutes late but I didn’t care. All that mattered was her sitting across the table.  We both ordered, held hands and took turns stroking each other’s hand as we waited for our food. Then she told me how much she was not happy in her marriage and was contemplating a divorce. For about thirty minutes she went on and on about how she wished things were different. About how she felt lonely and lost in the marriage and how each of her trails in the marriage was suffocating her. My heart was broken. I thought she was happy in the marriage. Wow! She was going through all these? We barely touched our food as we were so engrossed in our conversation. Every now and then I would catch people stealing glances at us but we just didn’t care. It got to a point I felt a tear swell under my eye and had to look away so she wouldn’t see it fall. I didn’t want her to think I felt sorry for her. Truth is, silently in my heart I told myself I would do everything possible to make her happy again. Then as though we were set up we both chorused exclamatorily about how we much we missed us. After lunch we decided to walk to her office instead of pick a cab. We held hands as we walked from the restaurant to her office and occasionally giggled because one of us had said something silly. It was fun. I could feel her light up and soar in happiness like a Kongming lantern and my heart felt peaceful. We have been constantly communicating and having regular lunch dates that feel so blissful.

This Friday we both closed from work very early and met up. We first went to her favorite ice cream joint in Osu, We got some ice cream and snacks and we went to my place. We kicked off  our shoes sat on the floor as we watched our favorite movie ‘Brown Sugar’ and ate the ice cream and snacks. Around 7pm we decided that we were going to cook rather than go for dinner at a restaurant. So she changed into one of my t-shirts and we went grocery shopping in the neighborhood. We then decided to walk home than pick a cab home.  We kissed on the street, and people walking by whistled. We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love.  We danced around each other in the kitchen as we cooked dinner and in the course downed a bottle of wine. Dinner was another level of fun. I’m sure my neighbors were wondering whether we were high on something because we giggled throughout dinner. She was happy and so was I. After clearing the dinner table and washing the utensils I left her in the living room to take a shower. Some few minutes later she joined me in the shower and my friends what happened during and after the shower cannot be contained on all the pages of the world.

Dear friends, for the past three years that I have been married to my wife. I had never seen her wake up with the sun rising from her lips. Not even on our honeymoon. Ooooh sorry I forgot to tell you guys earlier that the married woman I’m in love with is my WIFE. Truth is, Love is not just a feeling but also a choice. So I have made the choice to love her and make her happy because she’s made so many sacrifices for me and this marriage. I have also made the choice of seeking her opinion on how to make her happy because a happy wife is a blessing to her husband. I have decide to court my wife as I did before our marriage. I mean treat her like a girlfriend and a wife, take her on dates, buy her gifts, give her attention and be silly with her.  I just one lucky guy to be in love with my best friend. I think there needs to be a verse in the Bible or Koran that states that any man who makes his wife happy will go to heaven.

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Posted by on April 2, 2017 in Fiction

 

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The Chicken Story

The Chicken Story

Growing up, one of the many tasks I undertook was killing a chicken, plucking the feathers and butchering it. I remember vividly how I had to chase the first Cockerel  I  attempted killing after I had slit its throat for more than two hours before I finally slit its throat properly.  The chicken actually played a smart one on me by pretending to be dead and once I dropped it took some few seconds to regain its composure and then bolted. There are times I feel it somehow sensed my naivety and took full advantage of it but guess what I had the last laugh because I chewed its meat meticulously and intentionally constipated so it felt the pain. (heehehe just joking about the constipation side)

For a while now I have been wondering whether our kid wills actually go through some of these experiences we went through and the lessons that came with them, experiences such as rearing your own animals such as guinea pigs, rabbits, goats and chicken.  It feels super nostalgic, thinking of  how we glowed with pride like fireflies in the dark as we showed off our cockerels or hens to our friends and how we traded secrets like undercover KGB operatives on how to fatten them in anticipation for an Easter or Christmas feast of either fufu or jolof rice.

In a technologically advanced era, we must feel we are geniuses and very creative but for a while now, I have been thinking about all the stories we were told as kids to get us to do what we were supposed to do. One of such stories that fascinates me a lot, is the story of the feathers of the chicken growing back when you talk whilst plucking feathers off its carcass.  Someway somehow we believed this and so you’ll find three young kids around a pan plucking feathers with their lips tucked in like a blanket at a military training camp.  Not wanting the feathers to grow back we developed sign languages to communicate with each other on when to dip the carcass in hot water again, throw away the plucked feathers or bring the knife . The psychology was so strong that in our minds’ eye, we actually saw the feathers grow back when we talked during the plucking. The only thing we never saw were all the feathers growing back .Come to think of it this was just the best way to get us keep quiet and do a meticulous job plucking the feathers. Apparently, these stories were handed down orally from generation to generation but my fear is that they will go extinct soon since most of us go for the already dressed chicken which I like to term ‘mortuary chicken’ but until this happens lets share our rich stories that always had a moral with the younger generation.

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2013 in ARTICLES

 

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Finding Kuukua (5)

Finding Kuukua (5)

‘What the hell are you doing Kuu? Are you possessed? Oh my God!’ Kobby exclaimed.

How long had he been standing there? Who cares? What a kill joy he is. Just as she was about to climax, he had to appear like an Easter ghost. Feeling a little bit ashamed that she had been caught in the act, Kuukua got up from the couch and began to put on her nightie.

“What are you doing here?”

She enquired with a pinch of anger and embarrassment in her voice. Without waiting for a response she walked off to the bedroom and changed into a jeans skirt and her favorite cream blouse. The one Adez bought for her when she told her she had popped her cherry. They both had weird things they celebrated and over the years this had actually shaped and deepened their relationship. For instance, when Adez left her rich boyfriend because he was so engrossed with his work and had very little time for her, they had a party and invited some few friends over. She was sure Adez was first going to listen to her with a cloak of sympathy and surprise over her face and then going to tease her when she told her but right now she needed to clear her head and get rid of the tension building up in her. Though Kobby was around she, knew he was a lost cause in helping her fulfill her desire to reach her first orgasm, for it was going to be like using green pepper instead for ‘kpakposhitor’ for a hot steamy pot of palmnut soup with all the right accoutrements. She walked back into the living room and Kobby was sitting on the couch and without saying a word to him she walked to the center table, picked her car key and walked out.

Kuukua drove around town going nowhere in particular until she finally decided it was time for her to go to and have a good dance at the Fantasy Night Club. Maybe a good dosage of dancing would calm her sexual libido down. She needed Adez to come with her so that at least there would be someone to pull her reins when she was going too fast. Among the two of them Adez was the crazy and spontaneous one who did crazy stuffs and later regretted but she was the more reserved kind who thought through things and weighing out her options like bags of cocoa  on a scale before venturing into anything but it seemed that that was not the case today. Kuukua called Adez’s phone like three times yet got no response and told herself that, she might be very busy since it was a Wednesday. So she drove off to the nightclub all alone after leaving a voice message.…

The sounds of the midnight blues had her heart beating, reminiscence of her days she and Kuukua used to dance their hearts out when anyone of them was dealing with an issue. Today’s business was great and she had a lot of old and new customers coming through. Running her own beauty shop was great since she was her own boss and no man would demand for sex before offering her a job. Most of the time she wondered why some men did that and decided it was not worth thinking about since most women would choose and decide which man to sleep with and not the other way round. All her workers had left and it was left with only her. Tonight she was feeling a little naughty and wouldn’t mind getting laid but her regular sex mate was out of town and she was sure Kuukua would be asleep. The music was mesmerizing. She reached under the counter and turned it up until she could feel the bass of the beat pounding through her heart. She went to the front door and switched the display lights off, which with the tinted windows allowed her some privacy.

She turned the front door to lock or so she thought. She had not noticed the door slightly propped open with a pebble. Causing the door to look closed but was actually ajar. The beat had her in a trance like a possessed charismatic church prophetic warrior. The music was just feeling so intense to her, her mind danced with the music and memory of the handsome guy who always was the last to come to her shop before she closed to buy some aloe Vera creams. His eyes lit up when she flirted with him when he came around three weeks ago and that was the last time she saw him. He must have traveled, she thought to herself. His smile with his dimpled cheeks caused her nipples to perk to a tautness the other time and she knew he realized it

With some afforded privacy, since everyone was gone and the beat of the music calling to her to just let loose, Adez did just that. She pulled the jeweled pick out of her long curly hair and swayed her hair from side to side while bent at the waist. She let her fingers run loose in her hair. She turned up and saw her image reflected in one of the mirrors lined up on the wall. With thoughts of that man, her eye popped out like an owl’s at night. The hip outfit she had on was good but for some reason after thinking about the man. She decided it needed to come off. She was in the mood to do something daring tonight. She started by swaying her hips to the music. The words dangerously poured from the speakers,the song was singing to her and she felt dangerous. She was going to strip to the nude and rock her naked body all over the store. Knowing a passerby might be able to catch a small glimpse of her naked body through the dimly lit store as she drew all the blinds.

First off was her top. She wrapped it in each hand and began to rub it back and forth between her legs under her skirt, leaving her in only the black lace bra on top. After several up and down motions with her shirt between her legs, she tossed it off to the floor as though she was a stripper entertaining a group of boys who were raining fifty cedi notes on her. The music had her do a few dance moves with hip popping, finger snapping and head twists. She pulled down her skirt and slid it down slowly with her tight round ass facing to the front end of the store. She let each beat of the music cause her skirt to lower slowly as she bent at the waist. The skirt landed on the floor and she stepped out of it in her heels in just her thong underwear and lace bra. The she did a few more moves to the beat. The beat of the music slowed and then built up fast to a sound of a smack. The song was telling her to smack that. She loved being spanked for arousal of some blood pumping sex. The feel of a strong man’s spank would cause the blood to rush to her clitoris, allowing for a tingling that got her ready for a for some real action which seemed elusive but all the same she was just going to preten and have some great fun

The beat of the music got her thinking of the man from earlier smacking her on the ass. She did a pose and with a twist of her body she bent at the waist, flipped her hair down, and back up fast. She turned again and smacked herself on her ass and the sting of her hand got her blood rushing. She began moving to the music, reached for a fedora hat off a display of hats, and slipped in on her head. She strutted around the shop in only her bra and thong. She made it back behind the counter and swayed her hips from side to side. She clicked the keys on the computer register to start the closing of the sales for the day. A lull between the songs caught her attention when she thought she heard a man clear his voice. Then the next song started up and she went to the second register. Once that one was done, she did a few dance moves to the song and when she popped her head back up, he stood behind the counter with the deepest grin on his face and sparkle so bright in his eyes, she was sure he saw some of it… most of it, or perhaps with the way he was looking at her, he saw all of it.

She grabbed the towel off her the rack nearest to her to cover herself up. The beat of the music kept pumping loud; however, she was sure her heart was pumping louder. How long had he been standing there? Why hadn’t she heard him enter or the chime of the entry to the door? Mostly, why had the front door not locked? He cleared his throat, held out his hand, and practically yelled his name. “Hi, I’m Edem.” Then she realized how loud she must have had the music on. She reached with one hand down under the counter to turn the music down while still trying to cover her cleavage with her other hand. She smiled coyly as the music dropped to a regular volume. He spoke up again as she had not shook his hand that he had offered. “I just got back into town and rushed here to get some of the aleo vera cream before you locked up” He looked deep into her eyes. She bet he was won

She looked into his eyes and realized that her opportunities just grew bigger with the moment. He was attracted to her and there was no doubt she was attracted to him. She stepped up her bravado, tied the towel around her waist, walked out from behind the counter, and walked to the front door. Looking for the culprit that kept the door from locking, she eyed the pebble and kicked it outside to the sidewalk, then closed and locked the door and walked back. He had leaned himself back against the counter and his loose shorts and boxers could not hide what she knew was there. She walked up to him and let her hand travel from his neck to around the front of his chest and down his abs to a light brushing of his crouch. “Nice to meet you.” Just as her hand lifted away from his zipper, she felt a twitch between his legs and she smiled. “I’m Adez.” She eyed him up and down as if he was candy and she wanted to lick his alewa.

He was a shy one. His body was screaming yes but he was leaning against the counter gripping it for dear life now. She knew she would have to take the lead and show this guy how into him she was. She stood and smiled while holding a container of the aloe vera cream she had picked from one of the display stands on the counter. He hadn’t reached for it yet. “How many of these do you want?” she smiled. “you know I can give you more than this right?” She wiggled her waist and pushed up her breasts. The sweat on his forehead let her know he was waiting for that answer as he finally let go of the counter and set his firm large hand on her hip, lowered to one knee and let his hand graze the front of her thong. He looked up into her eyes and she smiled down to him shaping the word ‘yes’ with her mouth.. He looked back up at her as his hands set on either side of her thong. “Take it off.” She instructed him. As she let the clasp of her bra undo and slid it off her breasts and the straps down her arms, the pupils of his eyes enlarged, along with the dimples in his smile. He let the thong slide down the length of her body to the floor and she stepped out of it. Then she slightly stepped her legs apart and laid a hand on his thick lush black hair. When he looked back up into her eyes pleading with their deep bright intensity she spoke with certainty. “I’m willing.”

As if she unleashed him from the bonds that were making him hesitant, he smiled and let his eyes travel from her breasts to her belly to her fountain of sensitivities, which she was sure, was giving off the scent of fuck me now. The sweet gentle brush of his lips on her inner thigh was nice, sweet even. However, she now wanted his tongue-lashing and lapping in her fountain. The intense feeling of his hot tongue on her with the music still beating in the background was erotic. The feel of his thick lush hair in her hand as she felt the motion of his head with each tongue-lashing was intensely surreal. Sex with a gorgeous man was not out of the question for her, but with a complete stranger, it made the whole experience so much more intense. They took turns working on each other’s pleasure points and feeling his naked bare skin against her body sent sensations to every sensual spot in her body. She wanted every inch of him touching her. She wanted him in her; she wanted his fingers and hands touching her everywhere. She opened her mouth slightly and then he let his mouth devour her. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his tongue as he deepened in her mouth. The way his lips tingled against her caused her to want to cum. She let herself moan loudly and let her hands wander over his back and up to his neck. His lips pulled away and he groaned into her neck. The vibrations sent shivers throughout her body causing her to smile. His voice on her skin, when he spoke next to her ear, began warming her skin back up. “I wanted you the second I saw you tonight. How is this possible?”

She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes and smiled a wicked smile. “It just is.” She let her fingers run up and down his chiseled chest and enjoyed the way his muscles flinched just a tad from her touch. Then as if a light switch turned on, he went from cautious and gentle, to greedy and hungry. Well she knew how to feed a lion. They both climaxed at the same time and it felt like a a fire set on earth that had caused lightning in the heavens. After he had left, Adez, all bubbly dressed up and headed home. Her phone rang and she picked it up only to realize it was a message from Edem thanking her for a lovely evening. Scrolling through the phone she realized that Kuukua had called her three times and left her a voice message.

 

 

 
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Posted by on April 2, 2013 in Fiction

 

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One Ghana Cedi Thoughts

One Ghana Cedi Thoughts

Another Friday is here again and as I walked to my usual Hausa Koko joint for my daily dosage of breakfast this morning, I couldn’t help but notice the difference in the appearance of the various people I passed by. They looked more of themselves though I wonder if they felt like that, suave and beautiful in the local wax print attires they were wearing compared to the so called official wear that made them look like the proverbial monkey that ignores banana to eat butter. For a while I was confused as to why a lot of people were dressed in local prints then it dawn on me that today is a Friday hence the ‘FRIDAY WEAR’. As usual of me I started laughing hysterically, an act that attracted a few raised eye brows which did not perturb me in any way. In this country we do a lot of funny and crazy things all in the name of modernization and yet day in day out we cry that local business is not booming. How on earth can we just dedicate a day out of the five working week days of a week to wearing clothes made from local prints and why not the other way round? Pathetic! How will the textile and fashion industries develop if we have this lackadaisical attitude towards it? We have become the so generous husband who will give out his wife to his best friend all in the name of generosity. At times I wonder if we as Ghanians have any identity at all. Our attitude towards what belongs to us is so funny that we will readily accept anything foreign to implement at the expense of what we have and know to be the best. Take for example how with the emergence of Beer bars, palm wine bars have faded out of the system.

Gone are the days when palm wine bars were there places to be because you were for sure not only going to get a treat of a refreshing natural drink but also a good dosage of palm wine highlife music a rich dosage of authentic Ghanaian music, good delicacies (grasscutter light soup, roasted maize and groundnuts) history and gossip(local and international). You always walked out of the palm wine bar learning a thing or two about the history of your community, life in general and having a song composed with your name in it once you buy a calabash or two for the palm wineists who most of the times are also comedians as well as parodist of the local scene. Unlike the palm wine bars, beer bars offer you akpeteshie that will normally cost you forty pesewas a tot at two cedis and above just because the name has been changed from akpeteshie to names such as Vodka, black label and cognac. Since when did all ‘paintey’ stop being ‘paintey’? Most of the young men are carrying beer induced pregnancies with only God knowing when they will deliver (Please I’m not one of them) and most of the discussions that go on there revolves around the size and shape of the breast or arse of the girl who just walked pass the table, politics, girl problem and most importantly past track records of drinking and womanizing levels. If you think I’m lying, I’m willing to bet my one Ghana cedi on this especially today being a Friday.

The question we need to ask ourselves is do we intend to leave a legacy of a true Ghanaian identity for the next generation based on our belief and appreciation of the indigenous things we have as Ghanians, our a legacy that is based on our misplaced priorities and borrowed identities that say absolutely nothing about us? Hate it or love it we need to sit up and act on the direction we want to go. As for me my one Ghana cedi thoughts will always be expressed.

 
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Posted by on March 15, 2013 in ARTICLES

 

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