I looked all lost after a precipitous regain of awareness from what could best be described a sopor. Rahinatu why has the bus come to an abrupt halt, I questioned the lady next. She showed two surprising front teeth, am not sure I could call that a smile, then she questioned back, How did you know am called Rahinatu?. Well, I just guessed. she coupled those teeth with her cheeks and it now looked similar to Michelle Obama's smile. I called my primary question back and she said "I don't really know but I should think its a slight mechanical fault", Oh that is bad, I just hope it doesn't take so much of our already exhausted time, I had followed up. I threw my eyes across and I could spot empty seats, it was apparent some passengers had got down to either refresh or join in repairing the broken bus. The seats behind and before ours were all unoccupied and I thought I could steal some privacy in engaging Rahinatu in my stupid talks. My lady do you...then the conductor interrupted with his course voice which sounded like a tired door bell, Please the damage is beyond first aid and so we will be sleeping in the bus over the night whiles we await assistance from the nearest fitting shop. His announcement did not only disappoint but also angered me, because he had just polluted a romantic soup I had started cooking in my head for the sip of Rahinatu's brain.
She quested that I adjusted my legs so she could get off the bus. Few minutes after I joined the road. It was already busy with scattered passengers, some who had carried food were seen eating, whiles others were just taking the air like Rahi. I had a bottle of voltic water and a digestive biscuit I bought from the VIP station in Accra. I imbibed just a little of the water. I had seen Rahi all alone by herself on the other side of the road behind the bus but decided to have some time to myself too. I detached myself from the gathering, took some few gentle steps down south-side. I threw my head backwards and fixed my gaze on the black sky. It was adorned with a bold moon. The moon was governing the night with its illuminating abilities. I soliloquised a poem which had no words. I didn't know what I was saying but I sure was enjoying the company of the moon and some cold breeze from the silent forest.
I felt a saccade on my shoulders, it was Rahi. She was frigid and looked worried. I took off my jacket and insulated her soft body against the cold weather, She served me those two front teeth again, that was her own way of smiling in either gratitude or response to amazement. Later, I felt very cold too but man had to be man, so I kept talking and smiling even though I knew things were getting frozen within me.
Rahi called my attention to the majority of our colleague passengers who were walking down the road. I suggested we ascertained the course, they had received good news from three snail hunters who surfaced from the forest. They were leading them to a guest house close at hand. We quickly dashed into the bus for our bags and followed them. About eight minutes of walking took us to an isolated unpainted structure. It was graphically labelled APEDWA GUEST HOUSE. We didn't need another prompt, it became plain that was going to be our rest for the night.
They were just five finished rooms for rent, we had to advise ourselves to sleep in groups of five or more. The situation demanded that we slept with respect to gender. The receptionist took advantage of the state of matters and monopolized the market. We paid ghc20 each in a room of six. I placed my bag in a wooden closet and came out to pass water, I turned whiles zipping up and I was facing Rahi, who was watching me from a short distance apart. She bashfully apologized and dispatched another dose of smiles. This time my candied words rushed from somewhere into my head. I took four steps closer her and asked why she was not in her room. She claimed she never slept in a room with so many strangers and feared insomnia. So what do we do, I cared and she felt accompanied now. Maybe I will join those left in the bus or hang around on the road, She sounded disturbed. I insisted to be with though she objected several times because she didn't want to cause me any discomfort.
Soon, we found loneliness on the road, our hands were locked in each others and we took loath steps. We whispered many words to ourselves, I never knew I was a comedian until that night came, I could make her laugh at each passing second. It got to a time when she laughed her head on my shoulder, gave me romantic slaps and followed it with an amatory stare into my eyes. The night kept passing and the winds blew harder and colder. She still was shivering even at the mercy of my jacket and needed a further protection. So we walked back to the guest house. Asked the receptionist if he could allow her to sleep in a room which was reportedly left untenanted for the occupancy of the owner of the guest house anytime he visited the village. He agreed on an amount of ghc50 which I painfully but manfully paid.
I mouthed her a good night into her ears and she frowned. She pleaded my company over the night. Jackpot, so I screamed in my mind voice.
She dumped herself on the bed, I came back from the washroom to find her half nude. I took off my shirt and jeans trouser and joined her on the bed. We continued our tete a tete and things got so romantic that we nearly kissed at some glances. Our lips were so close to each others that we could share a chewing gum. I looked at my wrist watch and it was 1:30am. I knew time was on athletic spikes and could reach morning sooner than usual and so I urged myself to be bold enough to begin action. I raised my right hand and gently placed it on her hips,for the third time, brought out those two teeth, I knew them and what they meant so I narrowed my lips closer hers, then she turned away from me, faced the other side. I felt really embarrassed. I breathed into my palm to check my breath and it didn't smell that rejecting.
I gave off a second try, this time I gathered my waist behind her butt such that my reared dick could feel her soft and succulent backside. Even worse, she repositioned herself to the far end of the bed, leaving an arms length between us. My erected stick started nodding in hunger and I started sweating in such a cold atmosphere. After two more failing attempts to get Rahinatu into romance, I finally gave up and also faced the wall.
Surprisingly sleep never found me, I wondered and languished all night. I picked my watch again and it was already dawn, 30mins had past 4am. It was when all hopes for romance had died out that I felt a hand crept into my singlet. I laid there so quiet as if I was long lost in sleep.She flowed herself around and enveloped me from the back, she kissed my shoulders and pressed her breast so tight against my body. A tiny voice within whispered to me that I rejected her like she did to me but I warned that voice to stay back, though it kept growing in pitch. Just when I had decided to turn to grab her lips, a knock landed on our door, I rushed to see who sought admission and it was the receptionist. He had come to inform us that the bus had been fixed and all passengers seated and waiting for us, he had forgotten we had checked into a separate room. We hurriedly dressed up and hastened towards the bus.
We entered the bus with guilty faces and Rahinatu couldn't raise her head up. One man at the back seat passed a funny comment, " eeeeh Apedwa Guest House really can be fun", it threw everyone into laughter ad others joined in the commentary, some said, young Men of today can be smart, an elderly woman looked at me and said though I look innocent, she was sure I performed well in bed, Rahinatu whose head was bowed in shame, kept laughing knowing that nothing really happened.
By Kwaku Atta Crayon
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