??Love and betrayal ??
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??Episode 17??
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AFFUL RESIDENCE
Jonathan Afful lies on his expensive
matrimonial bed and
stares at the expensive ceiling.
A beautiful European woman is lying
nak-ed besides him. Her name is
AMANDA BROOKS, a twenty-year-old
Companion from the lust-ful li-pS
PRIVATE CLUB.
It is not the first time Afful has been with
her on the bed. There had been times he
had brou-ght her home and slept with her
whilst Eyram was in one of the guest
rooms crying.
It is, however, the first time he
has failed to get an erection despite
Amanda’s best efforts.
Eyram and Junior have been gone for
two days now, after that b—–d Chris had
beaten him, and Jonathan is amazed
how vulnerable he is feeling.
He had called his father-in-law to
apologize because he had been shocked
that Chris chap knew Albert Ntim’s sister-in-law.
Afful had hurriedly ordered the loan
amount to be transferred into
the accounts of KEDEM IMPORTS AND
EXPORTS. Albert Ntim had been really
mad, but Afful had apologized.
Amanda dra-pes a nak-ed thigh across him
and reaches for him once again. She
fondles him expertly, glides down his body
and starts doing a lot of things to
him down there, but still he remains
flaccid.
Finally, Amanda gets up and without a
word goes to the bathroom. She returns a
few minutes later and begins to dress up.
Afful stands up and pulls on his boxers.
He picks up a beautiful metal business
suitcase, turns the combination, opens it,
and counts out some money.
Amanda turns to him and takes the
money. She picks up her handbag and
walks to the door. She pauses and looks
at him as she pops a gum into her mouth.
She makes a hu-ge bubble with the
balloon, pops it and speaks.
AMANDA
You treated her like thrash,
even more than thrash,
and now you’re pining for her, aren’t you?
Afful looks at her, shocked at the
bitterness in her voice. But her words
make him angry, and he points a finger of
warning at her.
AFFUL
Shut up and get the hell outta my house!
AMANDA
Whatever. You better get her back,
before you become impotent for life.
She leaves the room.
A moment later he hears her car start up
and then she drives away.
Afful gets up.
It is true. He has not been able to get an
erection two days in a row. He walks to
the kitchen. Eyram has stocked the fridge,
and although Afful had
microwaved some okro stew and warmed
some banku, he still could not eat.
He wanders throu-ghthe house in
confusion.
He tries to reconcile some accounts in the study,
but gives up after a few
minutes.
He pours himself some wine, dumps ice
cubes in it and sits down to watch a
movie.
After a moment he curses loudly and gets up.
Slowly he realizes that he has indeed
been cruel to Eyram. Very cruel indeed.
Apart from the affairs, he had also
demeaned her by bringing other women
home, beating her and making her dress
and behave like a w—e any time they
made love.
Afful picks up his phone, hesitates, and
then he calls. It rings and rings without
an answer.
He sighs heavily and picks up another phone.
It contains a new sim card Eyram
doesn’t have.
He pours himself more wine, drinks half,
and then calls Eyram with the new
number.
After two rings Eyram picks up.
EYRAM
Hello?
Her voice is gentle, sweet, just like he
remembers it.
AFFUL
Darling, Honey, please don’t cut the call.
Please hear me out, please. I-
EYRAM
(cutting in coldly)
Jon, go to hell!
She cuts the call. Afful calls back, and her
phone is off.
Afful stares at the phone in his hand, and
then he begins to shake as sobs rack his
body.
His tears flow hotly down his cheeks.
He cries bitterly, remorsefully in a
mortified way.
AFFUL
My dear, my dearest, forgive me, I love
you, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! I’M SO
SOOOOOOOORYYYYYY!!
And in the loneliness of his room
Jonathan Afful screams and cries like a baby.
HOLLISON RESIDENCE
Steve Hollison parks his car in the garage
and sits for a long time. He sighs and
gets out of the car.
He locks the garage door and moves to
the door that leads from the garage to
the living-room. He reaches out to open
the door and suddenly a box on top of an
old refrigerator they had put in the
garage sli-ps and falls to the floor,
startling Steve. He looks at the box.
Elaine had packed
all the framed pictures of him and Effe
into that box and brou-ght it to the
garage.
The framed picture lying on top shows
one of his favourites. He had taken it himself.
It depicts Effe standing in the kitchen, in
a simple white shorts and black blouse. It
is a picture he had kept on the wall in the
bedroom. She is smiling, and her whole
face is lit up in bright beauty.
Her skin, so fair and clear, her figure so
incredible, so lush, so alive.
Steve looks at the picture, and slowly he
kneels and picks it up. He sits down on
the floor and leans his back against the
wall. He cleans dust from the picture and
stares at it, and when it begins to get
hazy he realizes that he is indeed crying.
Tears drop unto the picture.
Steve sniffs and cleans his face. His
hand dips into his pocket and
he brings out his and Effe’s wedding rings.
He looks at the elaborate diamond ring
on his hand now, and the simple
designed gold ring he had worn for Effe.
His tears flow fas-ter, choking him.
STEVE
Good Lord, Effe. I miss you bad!
He picks up his phone, cleans his face,
navigates to contacts, selects Effe’s
number, begins to dial, and then the door
opens suddenly and Elaine looks in at
him. Her stomach is bulging dangerously. She
stares at Steve with sudden latent fury.
ELAINE
(angrily)
When you’ve finished mourning your ex-
wife maybe you can bring me my d–n prescription,
dear husband! I’m in a lot of
pain here!!
She leaves angrily.
Steve does not mind her. He leans back
and shuts his eyes.
BAWA RENTED PREMISES
The place is a very large complex built in
the form of a C.
It consists of three stories each. Each
room is a Chamber and a Hall, with a
kitchen and washroom.
His room is on the third floor of the middle block,
and it is the last room at the
end of the cramped corridor, ROOM 444.
The rooms are comfortable but not big.
The kitchen is tiny. The living-room has
comfortable furniture, a TV and woollen
carpet. The bedroom door is closed.
Chris switches on the ceiling fan and
drops his key on the glas-s-topped center
table.
CHRIS
Not much. I just want to pay off the taxi,
then get a better place.
Effe drops her handbag and stands
facing him.
EFFE
I bought an Estate House a year back.
With my own money, in my own name.
Steve bought one too. We used to joke
that if we had two kids we would give one
to each. If you don’t mind, you can live in
mine, since I’m not using it now.
He looks at her. His face is still a little
swollen, but his smile is still beautiful.
CHRIS
Thanks, Effe. I’ll think about it.
EFFE
It’s furnished, Chris. In a very respectable
location, security guaranteed. It is a
better choice, better than here.
CHRIS
(gently)
I know. And I admire your kindness, Effe.
I’ll think about it, okay? Welcome to my
home, anyway.
She smiles up at him.
EFFE
Thank you for bringing me.
CHRIS
The plea-sure is mine.
She looks down for a while, and then she
looks at him.
EFFE
I had a dream yesterday dawn, CB.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles.
CHRIS
CB. Chris Bawa. Hm. I love it.
She shakes her head, exasperated.
EFFE
I saw you lying in a pool of blood. And
when I came to that place I saw you, just
like that! Please, Chris, promise. No more
fights, no more arm-wrestling, please. I
can help you pay off the rest of the taxi.
If you nee-d money, let me know. But
please, promise me, no more fighting or
gambling!
Her face is earnest, her fear great. The
smile leaves his face, and he looks at her
tenderly.
CHRIS
I promise, Precious.
He looks at her.
She looks at him.
Without warning they move, closing the
distance between them,
and then they hold each other,
and their ki-ss is volcanic,
fierce, demanding, hungry!
Effe has never experienced such physical
and unrestrained hunger.
She pushes into him, nee-ding and
wanting, everything else forgotten.
His hand covers her left b—-t, and a
shiver rips throu-ghher. She puts her
hands on his che-st and pushes him back
gently but firmly. She steps back from
him, pa-nting.
Chris nods and, trembling, sits down on a sofa.
She smiles weakly.
EFFE
Not yet. The time isn’t right.
CHRIS
Yes.
EFFE
I’ll prepare something for us to eat. Sit
there, watch TV, and don’t come to the
kitchen… and please, please, don’t touch
me.
He laughs shakily, and picks up
the television remote control.
CHRIS
Yes, madam.
To be continued….