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‘Sofi’- The Uncircumcised Curser

‘Sofi’- The Uncircumcised Curser

When a good man is planted in his grave, he does not germinate into a tree to give shade to his loved ones. Today we stand at this cemetery weeping as we lay to rest one of the realest people I have ever known in my entire life. The choir sings melodious tunes as though they we sent down by God himself as part of his disbelief that my dear friend has passed away. People from far and near have come to pay their homage to this great man. Tributes have been poured forth from mouths like water gashing out of the rock Moses struck in the wilderness. Even the President of the country is right here at the cemetery with us. Cameras are clicking and reporters are scribbling things in their notepads. This is indeed the funeral of a national hero. The priest raises his hand and a dead silence falls on the cemetery. Then with the trowel in his hands, he digs into the earth, pours the dirt on the polished oak wood coffin and says

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

Well, I’m sure if wishes were horses, my friend ‘Sofi’ would wish his funeral was what I described above. But alas, just six of us are present to lay him to rest. The priest who I had to pay to perform the burial rites, the four young men who are the pallbearers, me and his one-eyed dog that looks like offspring of a bow-legged crossed-eyed bitch and one of her stray and starved lovers.  I met ‘Sofi’ as he’s popularly called throughout the village when I was in Middle School form 2. We were just being ourselves that day in the classroom when this man walks into the classroom. He looked dark and hard bodied like a copra that had its husk peeled off the shell and rubbed with a little bit of palm oil. When his shadow fell on the doorway, it was like a sculptured dark cloud had just been dropped right there. He walked in, scanned the room and walked to the empty desk at the back of the class and sat down without uttering a word. We looked at each other’s faces puzzlingly as though the answer to the question of who he was would pop out from someone’s face.  Then our class teacher entered the class and introduced him as our classmate. As the term progressed he and I became friends. I was the brains and he was the muscle. However he’s association with me had absolutely no effect on his intellectualism as he exhibited during one of our technical skills lessons.  A shovel was drawn on the blackboard and he was asked to identify what tool if was. Without hesitation, he shouted ‘Sofi’ with the confidence of a politician who was sure he had won an election and a smile that was like a piece of roasted yam that was puffed open by heat. The whole class erupted into a laughing zoo and thus, the name Sofi was conferred on him

The pursuit and the desire to make my life a better one took me out of the village whilst Sofi remained but whenever I was in town I made it a point to visit him at his home. Six months before his death, I heard that Sofi had won the lottery. It was said that, on the day he cashed in his win, he had a big party at home and had three fat Billy goats killed and prepared. Laughing gourds of foaming palmwine were order from Agbeko the famous tapper and the famous Minamiwoe wanyo boborbor troupe came to perform.  It is said that even the coronation party of the village chief was no match for Sofi’s party. It was under this party that my friend Sofi laid eyes on Dzidedi and like the saying goes, Wine comes in at the mouth and love comes in at the eye. On my next visit to the village, I was told Sofi was getting ready to be married. Which Sofi?  is it the Sofi I know who avoided women as a plague because his love advances was rejected by the young national service teacher posted to our school when we were in form four? How could a forty-eight year old man want to marry a twenty-two year old girl? Weren’t there more mature single women around? Truth be told, when I met Dzidedi, I was awed as though I had just seen the best magic trick performed. Her gait was rhythmic, her buttocks jiggled like that maracas during a charismatic praise session with each step she took and her breast looked firm like two freshly dug yam mounds laying side by side in the loose blouse she wore. And I told myself I understood why Sofi had fallen in love.

I watched in amazement how she came to sit of Sofi’s laps, played with his greying hair, tickled his ear lobes and both giggled. Instinctively I felt there was something weird about the relationship and when Sofi was seeing me off, I told him how I thought it was not a good idea to get married to Dzidedi. One could virtually see fumes coming out Sofi’s ears and nostrils like the exhaust pipe of Busy Boy’s bone shaker that traveled from the village to Ho twice every week. He accused me of being jealous of his success and progress in life and that I had just proven to him that I was not worthy of his friendship. I apologized to him for poking my nose into his affairs and went home.  And that was the last time I saw or spoke to my friend until I saw him hanging from a nylon rope on the huge mango tree at the entrance of the path that led to the farms.

It is said that, Dzidedi and her young lover duped him of his money under the pretense of helping him invest it in some gold business. Then one afternoon, he caught them in bed and when he confronted them, she ridiculed him publicly by calling him a foolish, impotent uncircumcised bed wetter.   Not able to withstand the laughing-stock he had become in the village, Sofi decided to end his life but not before he had walked stark naked from one end of the village to the other with his huge uncircumcised manhood and drooled scrotal sacs dangling left and right as he rained curses on Dzidedi and her lover saying that even the holiest of waters blessed by the Pope and angels would not render the curses impotent.

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Posted by on April 25, 2017 in Fiction

 

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My Chronicles 2 (Life of a battered Young Woman)

My Chronicles 2 (Life of a battered Young Woman)

JAMES.

There are times you need to check the pieces of your life and tick some off as mistakes that should have never occurred and this chapter is one of them. Anytime I think about my relationship with James, I do not know whether to curse him or curse the day I allowed him into my life. I met James during the first half of the first semester of my first year in the University. Now, Ideally he wasn’t the one I wanted to date. I had wanted to date Eric a colleague, but Eric was also interested in Sitso my now best friend. Since I couldn’t have Eric, I decided to make sure that he also didn’t get to date Sitso by telling her lies how Eric had confided in me that the only reason he had befriended her was to get into her pants and dump her later. Up till now I still can’t believe she swallowed it line, hook and sinker because Eric was and is still just an adorable cool, calm and collected guy who would place anyone’s happiness above his when he deeply cared about the person. These days I see how Sitso struggles with her relationships and I wish I just didn’t separate her from Eric. Well, enough of the regrets. Let me continue with the James story. James was a year ahead of us and like any ‘adventurous guy, plunged himself into the whole ‘September rush’ thing. His initial target had swerved him so he fell on his back up plan ‘me’. The initial idea was to drain him of some cash by pretending I was interested because the school fees was expensive and I had to struggle for my upkeep in school. James however unlike me, comes from a well to do home and being the first child and only boy, his parents made sure he had virtually everything he wanted. We were friends for a couple of weeks and then he started taking me out to dinners and social events and out of the blues proposed to me. I told him I needed time to think about it and he agreed to give me time to do so. One day as early as 3:00 the strumming of a guitar outside our door woke my roommate and I up. We looked at each other confused as to who would be playing a guitar right outside our door at that time of the night. Then he began to sing Brandy’s ‘Have you ever’. In all honesty if Brandy had sang the song the way he sang it, it would have made absolutely no sale but the mere fact that he thought of an idea of singing to me at dawn and not caring if he woke up the whole hostel, sent a sweet sensation down my spine. I got out of bed smiling like a lunatic set free from the asylum, unlocked the door and planted a fat kiss on his lips that germinated into a yell of joy that attracted some cusses and insults from sleepy mouths.

The first month of our relationship was like a honeymoon. I was served breakfast in bed and treated like a real lady then it began to the envy of most of my other female colleagues. The sex was great too. I mean the kind that had your toes curl and tingle just by thinking about it. He did know how to make me come in many ways that one. On weekends we will visit his parents or younger sister and boy oooh boy did the love to have me around. During the second month things changed drastically. He warned me about getting close to any other guy at the hostel and that apart from his room I was not to go into any other guy’s room. At first I thought it was a joke but when he refused to eat the supper I had prepared for him but rather dumped it with the plate into the dustbin because he saw me coming out of Eric’s room I knew he was serious. There was this particular night that together with some other guys including Eric, they decided to go out for two parties they had been invited for. Around mid-night the whole hostel was up because on their way to the hostel James had picked a fight with Kwabena saying he suspected Kwabena was flirting with me. It had gotten to that point where if Eric had not practically dragged Kwabena away there was going to be a bout. That was when I discovered that anytime James had some alcohol his mental faculty switched to crazy mood. The next morning he left the hostel without a word to me and I thought he just needed some space to clear his mind. Around noon I was in my room when I heard a drunk James screaming my name on the corridor.

‘Gina Gina your whore, idiot! You think you can play with my heart eeerh? Today I teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.’

I rushed and locked my door. He tried to open the door but when he realized it was lock started banging on it and screaming

‘ Herh! Open this door right now if you do not want more trouble. I break this door oooh! Ashawo!’

I was so embarrassed all I could do was sit on my bed with my head between my thighs and weep. True to his words he broke down the door and with his belt in his hands, he gave me the beating of a lifetime. When he was exhausted. He half picked himself up and left the room. Now I know you are asking yourself whether there was no one apart from us at the hostel. Well there were others there, and they refused to come and stop him because I had stopped talking to most of them when they tried to warn me about James. Later that evening Sitso came from home to visit me. Well I do not know whether someone called to inform her of what James had done to me but one look at me and she decided it would be better if I follow her home so she could take care of me. I ended up spending a week at Sitso place and she advised that I end the relationship with James. When I got back to the hostel, I realized my door had been fixed, my bed sheet and curtains changed and a new laptop on my bed. I knew he was the one who had done all these so I packed everything and sent them to his room. He was out of the hostel and it was only his roommate who was there and so I poured the things on his bed and left him a note that I wanted to have nothing doing with him again.

For the next two weeks he was constantly begging me to forgive him, and that he didn’t know why he did what he did but no amount of begging was going to make me go back. Then he felt sick shortly and got admitted to the hospital and his mother came to plead with me to at least visit him since she suspected he wasn’t getting any better because of me. Out of respect for the mother, I agreed to visit him at the hospital, he said he would kill himself if I leave him, promised to be of great behavior and as it will turn out I found myself in his arms again. Everything was going on well then it got to a time the sex really began to suck. We will caress each other and set the mood, then he will undress me and stare at my body for long and tell me he was not in the mood. There were times he would shove things into my vagina all in the name of us being adventurous sexually and film these. Though I was not really comfortable with all of these, I partook in them all in the name of love and hoping it would revive his sex drive, at least that was what I thought. Then one day, I caught him having sex with another lady in his room. When I confronted him, he said left to him alone, he would not have sex with me because I stink and sealed it off with a sound beating. I cried the whole night and it got to a point I felt my eyes were going to fall out of their sockets and decided he wasn’t worth it. I called his mother to inform her that I had ended the relationship with her son because I could no longer take the abuse and then she came to visit me the next day.

She told me that men will always be men and that if I loved her son, I should stick by him no matter what he does to me because she knew he really loved me. That was when I realized her husband treated her the same way her son was treating me. I apologized to her and told her, I’ve had my fair share of abusive relationships and wanted a man who would treat me right. I told her that her son had filmed some of our sexual escapades and threatened to put them on the internet if I broke up with him but if she really loved her son she would advise him not to try that since there would be dire consequences. With this she stood up hugged me and left. The last time I checked, James is in Australia and married with two kids and has not yet killed himself because I left him. Next week I’ll tell you about Pastor Fred.

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2014 in Fiction

 

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My Chronicles.(Life of a Battered young woman)

My Chronicles.(Life of a Battered young woman)

It must have been the tenth time I had seen her this morning without a black eye. Was this really me?  The image in the mirror really didn’t reflect who I am but well shit happens in relationships and whether strange or not I was always the cesspit tank in most of the relationships I found myself in. I know a lot of you reading this will go all judgmental and say I was just a beautiful idiot (well not your typical beautiful girl that would have guys drooling and professing love to me by saying i was the only mosquito in their net so I should just bite them) and but hey I might even agree with you. But before you go any further than that, at least take your time to read my story and get to know me just a little bit.

Growing up, I had seen how my mother had struggled to take care of my elder brother and I. It was said that she was the most beautiful girl in the nine cluster of villages and what captivated most of the men who came in contact with her was that she had a beautiful brain. Educating girls was not a common thing then and most of the girls who had the chance of going to the village school only went up till standard six before they were married off to either some old man whose sexual libido was as short as a midget on his knees or the son of a rich farmer who wanted a girl form a good home for his son. My mother however was too brilliant to be married off to anyone when she passed her common entrance examination with distinction. Despite my grandfather wanting to marry her off as the sixth wife to Dzivenu the famous hunter of the village, the head teacher put his foot down and decided to sponsor her education at the secondary school level. It was here that she met my father. Because of her beauty that dripped like honey, she attracted her own fair share of bees, ants and houseflies. How she ended up with a cockroach like my father and ended her education, however, was and is something even I, a product of his loins cannot fathom. I was three years old when my father packed his things and left the house after beating mother severely and leaving her with a broken nose  and wounds belt stripes all over her body as though she was a zebra. That was the last time any of us ever heard or saw him. After him my mother was in and out of relationships like a ladle serving soup from a pot till there was nothing left to serve and so she decided to focus her energy on making sure we got the best education with the little income she was making.

Enough about my mother, right? So now let us begin with the chronicles of my love relationships.

DANIEL

I was seventeen when I first had a real boyfriend despite the fact that I had lost my virginity at the age of sixteen. You can say it was my curiosity about my womanhood and the things I had heard from friends that made me do it but hey that is a story to tell another day. Daniel was my elder brother’s mate in school and was more than a frequent visitor to our house. Anytime he was around, he would jump to my defense whenever I had a disagreement with my brother. I liked the way he was always defending me and made it a habit of always getting into some sort of trouble with my brother whenever he was around. Gradually he began visiting the house even when my brother was not around just to spend time with me then one day it happened. He had come around and as carefree as I had always been, I wore a see through blouse and could see him the salivate and his crouch bulge in his trousers like an overgrown boil ready to burst open. He tried to cross his legs to conceal the bulge in his trousers when he realized my eye had glided from his face to there. I turned away and smiled shyly to myself at the thought of him being embarrassed because of a natural reaction. Then I felt someone stand behind me.He held my arms and whispered into my ears.

‘Gina, you are so beautiful and I’m sure you are teasing me on purpose.’

Before I could open my mouth to reply him, his hands had cupped my breasts perfectly like a bra made specifically for them and then he began fondling them. I tried to free my breasts from his grip but his grip on them was very firm that the only defense I had was to bite him hard on the arm, which I did. He let go of my breasts and let out a cry of pain before smacked me hard on the face. I must have blacked out because the next thing I saw when I opened my eyes was him kneeling by my side and begging for forgiveness as he tapped both of my cheeks gently. My swollen eyelids seem almost impossible to open, they hurt so badly. The unmistakable taste in my mouth, a combination of tears and blood made me want to throw up but I couldn’t. What lie was I going to tell mother. She had always warned me about dressing properly with the boys around. Daniel was so visibly shaken and I found myself enjoying what was happening in a weird way. For three whole months after the incident , Daniel avoided our house like a plague and my mother even got suspicious and interrogated intensely like a CIA official on why Daniel no longer visited but I denied any knowledge of any reason. Well in the long run a had to lie to mother about the swollen eye and broken lips and she believed me. Well, that’s what i believe since she asked no further questions. Truth be told, I had to convince myself that the lie was the truth to sound convincing.

My mother had traveled and had left some money for the upkeep of the house and also some money to give to the cloth seller from whom she had bought a cloth on credit bases. When I went to give the money to the cloth seller, I was told she had traveled and would be back after three days. Then just as I left the cloth sellers house, I saw this beautiful pair of slippers that was in vogue. I decided to use the money since Auntie Jane had promised to pay me the money she owes me for doing her laundry for a month. I knew mother was not going to like it but hey, some things just need to be done. So here I was preparing to go out when the cloth seller walked in. I went pale like a rich man’s ghost that had just seen the two by four coffin in which he was buried. Yehowaaah! I had to lie to the woman and promise I would bring her the money later in the evening. Whether I sounded convincing enough for her or not under the circumstances was not something I was sure of but she just said I should make sure I bring her the money. Now, my only problem was where I was going to get the money. I ceased everything I was doing and rushed to Auntie Jane’s place to get the money but she also gave excuses. The only one I know who had that amount of money was Daniel and we were not even talking to each other.

I went home and took my bath and got dressed up. To get this money off Daniel I had to seduce him and so off I went to his house on a mission to get the money. When I got to his house I went to his door and knocked. I could hear shuffling from within the room and so I posed like a by force model trying to impress. His smile disappeared into a smirk when he opened the door and realized it was me.

 ‘What do you want here?’ He inquired without looking into my face.

I walked towards him and the door thinking he would allow me to enter the room but he stood his grounds.

‘Won’t you allow me to come in?’ I asked innocently.

He stared at me for a while and made way for me to enter the room. I made my way to the bed and sat on it. He closed the door and walked to wards me but stopped halfway from where I was. I laughed in my head got up and walked to him. I stood right in front of him and held him by the collar of his shirt.

‘Don’t you know I miss you?’ I asked

All he did was stare down at me with that foolish smirk on his face. I wrapped my hands up in his thick Afro hair and pulled his head down to mine and began to kiss him with such an intensity that when I pulled back, I knew I needed to finish this job quick. I had caught him off guard and the look in his eyes was one of him trying to figure out whether the kiss was a distractive mechanism or I was attracted to him as he was. The next hour would be of us naked as two balls of kenkey without their protection of cornhusk all over each other in a hot steaming sin escapade of sex that could burn down hell itself. After this we lay in bed breathing like a shameless boar after a heat session. Then he looked at me and smiled. The bed sheet was filled with stains of blood from the scratches he had received from me during the session

‘I am usually a control freak when it comes to sex or relationships. I see a woman; I take charge; I have sex, and then I move on. However, with you, you were the first woman who caused me to have sexual erotic fantasies just by seeing your smile’ he said.

I nodded, smiled and ruffled his Afro hair. After lying there for a while I got up and began to dress. He looked and my with his dozy eyes and asked that I stay a little longer, but I told him that I needed to go see whether Auntie Jane was back so see whether she has some laundry to be done for some money. He got up and said I shouldn’t bother and offered me three times the amount I needed which I took gladly. Come on! I know what you are thinking but yeah I didn’t need to make it obvious to him that lured him to have sex with me so I could get money. I was and am no prostitute. Well, technically speaking you can say on this occasion I was.

Later that evening I went to pay off Mother’s debt and went home. From that day onwards Daniel and I became a couple and our parents knew about this. Outwardly we were the coolest couple in the area but the truth was that Daniel was a chronic cheat who couldn’t be cured if all the fetish priests of Dahomey combined their powers. He ended up beating me every time I confronted any of the girls he was cheating on me with until one day my brother chanced upon him beating me up. The fight that emanated from this had him getting two of his ribs broken by my brother and causing the end of our relationship. I however visited him twice when he was healing and had some of the best sex in my life but then he wasn’t for me so I move on with my life. Next week I’ll tell you about James.

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2014 in Fiction

 

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Expressions Of Love

Expressions Of Love

I want to paint you with numbers
And calculate your effect on me with words.
I want my thoughts to beat for you
As my heart thinks about the smiles you make my eyes express
I want to find the Venn diagram within the figurative expressions of this love.
Only then will I understand this intelligent confusion of the heart doing nothing more than pumping blood
And the mind lost in thoughts it generates

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2014 in Poems

 

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Finding Kuukua (6)

Finding Kuukua (6)

Musa was sitting at a table with some friends and ladies and was passively involved in the conversation happening around the table. Most often than not, he was the one who had ribs cracking at his feast of jokes and sarcasm but he was so lost in his thoughts that even google map wouldn’t be able to help him find where he was for his mind wandered as though it was a lost hunter who was trying to find his bearing but the math just didn’t add up. He had not felt strongly attracted to a woman the way he felt about Kuukua. What he felt for her was so deep that he found himself praying for her more than he did for himself. For two straight days he caught himself day dreaming about her and all the magical things he could or would do to her. His mind could trace the curve of her smile and he was sure if an examination was set on her figure he would pass with distinction. He murmured her name softly and gently as the first taste of fresh palmwine on the tongue early in the morning with a tingle that sent a ‘lorgorligi’ sensation down the spine. Just then she walked in. Even in her black dress she glowed like a thousand stars lined up at the door. From where she was standing, he could taste her on his tongue and his sense of smell of her was sharper than that of a grey hound. Indeed they say whatever will kill you will come as an appetite and this was one lady he was willing to die for but he needed to stay clear of her because he definitely knew Muniru was interested in her as our colonial masters were interested in our gold when the set their foot on our shores.

Kuukua walked straight to the bar and ordered for two shot of tequila and gulped them down in record time and smile at the waiter as she sucked on the lemon that accompanied the drinks. Just then the DJ started playing one of her Lauryn Hill favorites and she danced beautifully in her chair that just like the lyrics of the song people just couldn’t take their eyes off her. It was as though a spot light had been placed on her and she was stuck center stage performing for them. If she had done this dance before King Herod he would have given her his head on a gold platter rather that John which he offered to his daughter

When she finally moved to the dance floor it was a though she was dance itself. Her dance moves were as smooth as a baby’s buttocks and of a celestial beauty that had mouths wide open like pot holes on the roads of Ghana. He body moved like the gentle waves of a calm sea caressing Attaa Nii’s canoe whetting the appetite of his ego for a big catch. With her eyes closed she immersed herself in the melody of the song and just allowed the rhythm to lead her in the dance then she sensed a piercing look in her direction like the arrow shot from Atinga the gateman’s bow hitting a bull’s eye. She opened her eyes gently as scanned the dimly lit room for any familiar face and there he was. Like a god at a banquet with her being the main entertainment attraction. She could feel the passion in his look and she was ready to let him have it just the way she had been dreaming about it. The DJ was on his fifth track now and it was a slow jam. She wished he would walk to the dance floor and ask for a dance but she knew he wouldn’t instead he turned away and started talking to a beautiful girl beside him. Disappointed she was making her way off the dance floor when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and realized it was the guy who winked at her when she was the bar. He leaned towards her ears and said

“Let’s dance”

Kuukua smiled sheepishly at him as he led her to the dance floor and there they became one soul. The dance floor was cleared so they could have space to themselves. They danced so perfectly like the tapestry woven by a master kente weaver that some of the spectators began to have mental orgasms amidst the cheers and applause. Having had enough, Kuukua decided to go have a rest but the gentle man would just not let go of her. He went as far as suggesting that they continue the dance at his place in his bed that when Kuukua declined, he tag firmly to her arm that it hurt. Kuukua tried to push him off but her actions just gingered him on.

“Stop playing hard to get Lady, We both know you want me as I want you.” He screamed at her as he pulled her by the arm towards the exit with Kuukua fighting back like a goat being led to the slaughter house.

The next thing people saw was the gentleman lying and Musa beating the hell out of him like an angry Bukom man who caught his arch enemy stealing his last piece of fish from his pot. It took four strong men to pull Musa off the guy and when the even got him off he was still kicking wildly at the bleeding guy on the floor. All this while Kuukua in shock stood a few feet away from where the beating was taking place crying and screaming at Musa to stop. Outside Musa was still boiling inside like a pot of yam in light soup on fire. He wanted to tear the foolish guy to shreds and didn’t care if he went to jail defending Kuukua. The he dawn on him that he had not even checked to see whether she was okay before he stormed out of the club when he was pulled off the idiot. He walked toward the entrance and there was Kuukua, obviously still shaken from the incident. He stretched his hand towards her, she took hold of it and the both walked towards the car park.  At the car park he took her car key from her and asked her to go sit in the passenger seat and after making sure she was secured, he started the engine and drove off to her house. The journey was as silent as the conversation between kindred spirits in the cemetery. When they we finally at Kuukua’s place, Musa got down form the car and went to open the door for her. He held out his hand for her to hold onto as she alighted from the car. Then he brushed the hair off her forehead making her knee wobble. She held him by the shoulder and looked into his eyes. She could hear his heartbeat sing to the instrumentals of his breath. Her blood boiled with passion as he looked down at her and without thinking she kissed him on the lips gently at first, savoring the taste of his plump dark chocolate lip and strongly

Her lips tasted like none he had kissed before. Her tongue melted all his worries and anger but he needed to stop this before the fire turned really hot and burnt the two of them. He needed to break off because he had lost his breath and believed an asthma attack was about to happen. Just then a car drove past the gate creating the window opportunity for Musa break free from the kiss. Without saying a word he walked away without leaving Kukua to wonder whether she had offended him or not.

Muniru could not believe his eyes, here was the lady he wanted to himself kissing his brother. He suspected that something of this sort was going to happen immediately he received the phone call from his spy about what had transpired at the club. Jeez! He needed to act fast and super fast if he really wanted to have Kuukua all to himself.

 
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Posted by on April 22, 2013 in Fiction

 

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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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