“Alright, that’s about it,” Elias said to himself as he zipped up his travel bag. “So by 12, the court should be done for the day, then I’ll bounce.”
Having obtained permission from the registrar the previous day, he would be heading to Adeiso after work for a few days to see his mother who had just recovered from a pretty bad case of typhoid fever. He had only been informed about it after the worst had passed, and he was looking forward to seeing her and finding out how things went.
He was also looking forward to getting out of Accra for a while. Lord knew the stress and strain of the capital city was exhausting, and the chance to escape it for a few days would be very much welcome. For a few days, he’d be free from all the mad traffic, the stress of work, the exacting drama Horez House always brought with it…
Okay, well, he’d miss the sweet Akyaa, that was for sure. But of course, they’d be chatting throughout, so that was okay.
He opened the front door, locked it, and began his journey.
Descending the stairs, he looked to his left, hoping to see her on the balcony. He was in luck.
“Heyyy, good morning!” she greeted, waving at him. “Ready to go see your mom?”
“Yeah,” he replied, taken in by the cuteness of her in her black polka dotted dress. “Yeah, I’ll leave at 12. Hopefully the court will be done for the day by then.”
“Oh, okay, okay. Well, safe journey…”
The sounds of footsteps descending the stairs captured their attention. They both looked in the direction of the stairs, waiting for Felix to appear.
A few seconds later, the young man appeared, clad in a singlet and shorts. “Oh, good morning,” he greeted enthusiastically.
The two responded.
“Yeah, so uh, thanks again for yesterday. I really do appreciate you coming to help me out. I…I broke up with her later that evening and I’ve blocked her. So it’s official; that girl isn’t gonna be coming around anymore.”
“Mmm, okay,” Elias responded, his voice tinged with doubt. There was no way he was going to take those words seriously.
“Oh, for real. This time, it’s for real. I mean, she’s always been a pain in the ass, but getting physical with me over strange pictures that man doesn’t even know their origin, that’s just too much. So I’ve told her never to set foot here again. It’s over between us.”
Elias resisted the urge to laugh. He had to hand it to him, he sure knew how to hold on to a lie and convince himself it was the truth.
“Alright, alright, that’s cool,” Akyaa commented. He could see she was also trying her best not to make her scorn apparent.
“Yeah. So I beg, she’s no longer welcome here. She’s an insane girl. Very insane.”
The two silently nodded. “Alright, well noted,” Elias remarked. “I’m actually going out of town for a few days, but I’m sure madam here and her mother will hold the fort.”
Felix nodded and turned to Akyaa. “Sister, wei di3, I beg waa, don’t let her around here. I beg. I’m tired of all the nonsense she carries with her. Please help me on this one.”
Akyaa nodded. “Sure, sure. I will.”
“Thanks so much. God bless you. So I’ll see you guys. And uh, boss, safe journey.”
“Thanks,” Elias acknowledged as Felix moved away, heading for the drying line. He and Akyaa then looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Chale, no words. Let me be moving, wai, na this toxic, pathological liar diɛɛ…”
“Yeah, yeah. This guy, the least said about him, the better. Anyways, safe journey, Eli!”
“Thanks, Akyaa!” Elias responded gleefully. Stepping out through the gate, he looked back at her and smiled.
Her back was turned, so she couldn’t see him admiring her well-rounded shape. He just stood there, admiring the young lady that had brought some amount of joy into his usually moody life.
Chale, I’m glad I’m getting out of her for a couple of days, because good God, Accra is stressful. But honestly, I’m gonna miss this sweet girl. She’s so amazing. So, so amazing…
***
“What does she want?” Naphtali grumbled to himself as he saw Natalie’s name flash across his screen. She had called about three times and he had ignored them all. Aside the fact that he needed to get this report completed, he really was not in any mood to talk to her. Especially not after that disaster class of a counselling session.
He was still yet to recover from the shock of processing the utter rigidity and selfishness of the woman he was planning to marry at that meeting. Even the counsellor looked absolutely stunned by her attitude. It was like asking her to compromise on some things was as bad as asking her to mutilate herself; her resistance was that bad.
So now, he was beginning to wonder if this was the right choice. Was Natalie really a woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with? Up until this point, he had been convinced beyond any reasonable doubt. Now he wasn’t so sure…
This girl isn’t ready to let go of anything she wants. If it’s not what she wants, she’ll never agree. It’s her way or the high way, he thought to himself. Surely this isn’t right. It can’t be. If she’s starting out like this, then what’s gonna happen in marriage? Chale, chale, chale…
***
It’s like there’s something running down, down, down below
When you do me like this and I really wanna say nice things
Just go shut your door
Oh you, oh you know why we’re here
It’s till we go inside that grave…
Evening time, and it was one of those times where the young Smith couple just let loose and had themselves a bit of fun. After Wayne had come home to meet Alayaa humming to one Ayra Starr song, he grabbed his phone and opened up YouTube to play ‘Rush’ for his wife, and the playlist simply formed itself after. Now Gyakie’s ‘Something’ was on deck, and the expecting mother was moving her body to the song.
In quite a spellbinding way that had her husband’s eyes fully fixed on her.
Almost five months of pregnancy seemed to not have much of an effect on Alayaa’s ability to wind her body, and Wayne was loving every moment of it. This was content he had signed a lifetime subscription for, and he enjoyed it to the maximum.
“Chale, Mrs. Alayaa Smith, I beg you, I can’t compete with these your dancing skills ooo,” Wayne snickered.
She laughed. “You are even lucky our little one has grown big, anka no be small twerking I’d be twerking on you.”
Wayne put his hands on his head in mock horror. “Twerking? Yehowa! Girl, we’re not even done with this baby and you want me to put another one in you. Calm down, girl, please don’t be putting all sorts of ideas in my head.”
Alayaa laughed hard at that statement. “Oh please, Mr. Wayne Smith. When it comes to me, it doesn’t take much for ideas to fill your head. When you see me and I’m all dressed up for work mpo, you get ideas in your head, na twerking!”
Wayne smirked. “Well, it’s not my fault that that ass looks phenomenal in that uniform of yours, is it?”
Alayaa laughed again and turned to him, placing a finger on his chest. “Well, no it isn’t. That’s just one of the blessings God gave me. And thank you, honey. I’m glad you feel that way about it.”
“Oh yeah, I sure do. But I prefer to feel it than just feel that way about it.”
Alayaa slapped her forehead in amusement. “You this Wayne, eh! And you’ll be telling me that I’m the spoilt one…”
She trailed off and shook her head, smirking in delight as he reached out and grabbed her butt, playfully squeezing it. Adjusting herself to give him more to hold, her smirk grew bigger as he obliged her, making sure both hands kneaded as much as possible.
She sure loved it when he got touchy with her.
“Are you satisfied now?” she slurred as he let go.
“Absolutely, honey. My heart is at ease,” Wayne grinned. ‘Now, I’d like to kiss you.”
Without waiting for her approval, he dived in and pressed his lips against hers. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck, though, it was obvious he didn’t have to.
Five seconds into their liplock, and his phone rang. Wayne ignored it, happily enjoying his wife’s lips, as she did his. The ringtone of Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shape Of You’ blared on for another thirty seconds before coming to an end.
The two separated after that, looking very satisfied. “Now I can get to whoever that is, and prepare to give those magnificent cheeks some needed claps tonight,” Wayne remarked as he patted Alayaa’s butt once again before moving to their sofa to pick up his phone.
He looked at the phone screen, and a wave of concern washed over him. He looked over at Alayaa, who was taking her seat, looking very pleased to know she’d be getting some. “Honey. It’s Nii Sodjah.”
The smug, satisfied look on her face immediately made way. “Is everything alright?” she asked.
Before he could answer, the phone started up again. It was Nii Sodjah.
Signaling to her that he was calling back, he answered. “Yeah, Sodjah. Good evening.”
“Good evening, Mr. Wayne.”
“Yeah, is everything okay? Has she done anything to you?”
“Umm, no. This evening, she’s not done anything to me. But… I can’t stay here anymore. I’ve had enough. I can’t continue to live in these conditions. I’m ready to leave. Can you believe she’s resorted to throwing cooking pots at me?”
“EII!” Wayne gasped in horror. “She’s throwing utensils at you? Jesus! Nahh, this is getting out of hand!”
Alayaa moved across the sofa to get closer to him, an equally horrified look on her face.
“Sodjah, please, it’s good you’ve made this decision. So please, I dunno how you’ll do it, but try and find a safe place for tonight. Tomorrow you can meet with us and we’ll see a way forward. I’m sure we can find a good place for you to stay…”
“Um, actually, I want to stay with you.”
Wayne stopped. “Uh… really?”
“Yes. I want to come and stay with you.”
Wayne looked confused. “Oh, wow. I see. Well, uh, that’s… I-I’ll need to speak with my wife about this first.”
“Oh, okay.”
The disappointment in the young lad’s voice could not be concealed. Wayne quickly added, “Listen, lemme get back to you on this tomorrow, okay? So just find a safe place and stay there for now. Then we’ll know what to do.”
“Alright, alright. Thanks a lot, Mr. Smith.”
“Sure, sure. Alright, bye.”
Wayne ended the call and turned to his bride, who looked quite confused at what had transpired. “Honey, what’s wrong? What did he say?”
He turned to her. “Sodjah says he wants to come and live with us.”
“Uh, seriously?”
Hmmmm, Nii Sodjah staying with the Smiths. Is that a good idea? And anybody getting some dark vibes from Naphtali? The guy seems to be considering stuff…
