Susan would be an obvious choice for any realistic guy in love. It was an altered story for Stephen. He still had a crush on the prodigal. The poignant love relationship with her was still fresh to recall. They were completely inseparable until Brenda went astray in London. Fogs of confusions clouded his mind. The sinister intruder returned a catwalk queen flaunting her natural curves and he was bemused. She was not there when he needed her, Susan was yet he kept hurting Susan’s emotions. He was jobless and it was as if his world was crumbling. The small handouts from his mum’s shop could hardly provide the luxury Brenda wanted. He wished she would understand him. ‘Wait for brighter days to come my angel dear’. He often said to calm her down. ‘Are you referring to sunny days in heaven’? She responded mockingly.
He dreamt of greener times here on earth just like his well-connected pals who drove in Sport Utility Vehicles (SUVs). Devoted chaps who chauffeured their precious ones for shopping binge at the Accra Mall. Brenda often complained anytime they went out in public transport. She fancied being chauffeured by Stephen just like the others. Standing at the wayside in the heat waiting for non-existence transport was something she loathed so much. The lewd jokes from men who kept eyeing her up added to the despair. There was no point in inviting unwelcomed attentions from lecherous blokes. The pressure was too much for Stephen. He succumbed to her idea of leaving the shores of the land for an improve life in England.
Her first few days in England were exciting. They stayed on Skype timelessly and dreamt their lives away. It was her first Valentine’s eve since she went away and they were on Skype until the break of dawn. She was freezing and yearned to be in his arms, she told him. Then she said she had a surprise for him. Just as he was about to ask what it was, she slipped out of her robe and stood bare in front of the webcam. Her scintillating curve was teasing. She wiggled her buxom round hips to an arousing tune from her iPod Touch. The lyrics filled the background. 'Tomorrow is St Valentine's Day’ and I am here all alone, my love not here to attend to my pains’.
He knew the teasing music was for him. Brenda had a way of luring him into her fanciful world. ‘The sweet little thing’ he muttered. ‘I’m here in pains, from the wounds of love, from the wounds of men’. The music continued and he was sad. They spent Val’s eve together in the past. ‘My love is not here to attend to my wounds. He became teary. ‘My wound bleeds, and my pains bleats’. He was tensed emotionally. ‘I missed my love on St Valentine’s day’. He went off line, as he could no longer stand the pains flowing through his heart. Their romance on Skype ceased when Brenda started romping with Paa Joe. Allowing the bug back into his life would be abysmal. It could disturb the uneasy truce he had with his angel. Susan brought him joy when the vermin had saucy times at lavish bashes at the O2 Arena (London). Susan was a cherished trinket in high demand but Stephen kept upsetting her emotions. He had ruffled her feelings before Brenda’s arrival and now he was dating her secretly.
There was no tune to mark Brenda’s return. Her friends regarded her as evil and avoided her. ‘She was a home wrecker’. They said, bent on destroying the little joy Stephen had found. They warned Stephen to stay away from her as she pestered him with endless phone calls. She sent a text when Stephen was not picking her calls. ‘I have present for you; could you meet me at the Red Lobsters please? She was so cunning. She knew Stephen would take the bait because it was their favourite restaurant. She lunged into his arms as soon as Stephen approached her at the car park of the restaurant. She rubbed her softness into him and kissed him time after time.
Stephen was stunned; London had transformed Brenda into a dazzling splendour. She looked hot at the catwalk in a flowery dress with cool patterns. They stayed late into the night over a bottle of wine. Occasionally she stretched across the table to offer him her glass of wine. Her actions revealed the well carved ridge running through her fleshy bosom. Stephen’s eyes popped out of its socket. At a point, she sat on Stephen laps and rubbed her fluffy body into him. Her exposed woolly thigh glowed ominously through the faintly lit room. Stephen responded to her warmth. ‘Make love to me tonight;’ she whispered to him. He looked at her silky face stunned. ‘Don’t be silly; are you drunk?’ he bellowed at her. He told her to hold herself and he shoved her off. He had an angel waiting for him at home. He could not hurt her by cheating with a temptress. Brenda returned a highflying catwalk queen. She was a temptress so hard to resist. Her host of fashion ranges and love frolics got Stephen’s head razing in the cotton clouds. He still could not make up his mind.
He planned to keep the meeting secret but Susan found out. She read a text message Brenda sent to him when he mistakenly left his mobile phone at her place. She was livid. She had been suspicious of Stephen ever since the temptress arrived in town. His attitude was half-hearted. He started calling her Susan instead of the pet name ‘daisy’ he gave her. She feared for the worst. Stephen succeeded in taming her wandering heart and she had grown to love him. His caresses were balms to her emotions. She felt his hot caress rather recently. She visited him and he asked her to join him in bed. She joined him reluctantly. He unbuttoned her dress and took off her cloths. He drew her closer and caressed her tenderly. Then he lay across her bosom and rubbed his face tenderly on hers. His actions were sizzling. Losing the hunk to Brenda would be hurtful. Nothing about him annoyed her.
The only problem was Stephen struggled to shake off his past. It came back haunting him. He was of dual mind. One of his warped minds danced the foxtrot with death in the form of an old flame. Susan was a bequest from superior realms, yet he failed to honour her. It was the end of the road for Susan. She was so mystified because Jim was in waiting with his unfettered love. Jim was a next-door chap who stalked her daily with his affections. She avoided him because of her loyalty to Stephen. Jim promised to look after her forever. She wanted him now. Anything that could mend her cracked emotions was welcomed. He asked her for a date the previous night. She met him and he ferried her into the night, away from the diseased world of Stephen and Brenda.
Francis Kwaku Egu, UK
kwakuhull@yahoo.com
Blog: kwakufrancis.blogspot.com
Tuesday 17 August 2010
Tuesday 3 August 2010
Romance, love and betrayal part ii: The traitor returns
His troubles began when he kept calling her Brenda instead of her real name Susan. She forgave him the first few times he used the accursed name for her. It was one of those dammed things, she mused. However, she became alarmed when Stephen kept calling her Brenda. She could not stand it; living under the shadows of a love defector was her nightmare. The fact remained she had no clue why he kept referring to her as Brenda. ‘Who was this Brenda anyway?’ She confronted him. Stephen stammered and went round in circles without telling her a thing about Brenda. She flipped and stormed out of his house. She left town to a hide out in a quiet rural retreat never to been seen for sometime. He was stunned and wondered if he was back to where he started. Despite his hard efforts; the despised name was a tune on his lips and piled to his woes.
Brenda left him a distressed soul. In fact, she took a part of him away. He lost it until Susan rescued him from anguish. Brenda was his first love and as a green shoot, he emptied his innocence at her feet. Love without add-on trappings was worthless to the fluffy ones. The trappings add to the glamour. She crushed his stupid love under her feet. Even though he had found great love in Susan, he was nostalgic about his past romance with Brenda, especially their explosive love antics on campus. It was delightful. They went to lectures together and when Brenda closed before him, she loitered about until he was ready and they cat walked back to their halls together. He as a rule curled his arms around her well-formed waist and hallucinated about higher realms. The pair wandered the cotton streets of the Sapphire city at will. At the set of sun, they lazed in the calm evening breeze from the luxuriant trees lining the feathery grounds around the Drama Studio. The name Brenda was his singsong, a sort of a music label. It was deep-seated in the sub conscious mind and was so indelible. It required something extraordinary from Susan to wipe his mind clean. Yet the name was threatening his new love.
Susan was perfect in every form except to obliterate the hated name from his memory. Since their night out at the film studios in Kanda their love bloomed. He spent less time at the shop and more time at her place. He visited Susan one day and found her very moody. Her face was burry in her pillow, as she lay on her bed almost bare. She did not attempt to cover up when he entered. Stephen was baffled seeing her full curves glowed through her glossy nightie. He sat on the bed beside her firebrand frame. She did not respond when he spoke to her. He held at the shoulders and lifted her gently onto his lap. The softness of her breast on his lap sent puzzling codes to his nerves. Yet he got be careful; she was still moody. He knew something was not right. Susan always received him warmly whenever he visited. He brought her close to his chest and felt her velvety to the fullest. ‘What was it my angel’ he asked her. His hand reached to her curves around her waistline and he stroked her bosom inch by inch. She was calm and melted into his arms.
He looked into her eyes and saw undiluted love. She spoke after salvaging her sanity. ‘It was your mum; she said you have a wife in London.’ It was first time she heard about the name Brenda. Stephen kept his past from her. It was a folly to keep such a secret from a sweet one like Susan. Such angels are rare and difficult to find. Well his stupidity almost cost him pure love. His mum told Susan about Brenda with the hope of scaring away from Stephen. She was indignant of the presence of Susan in his life just as she was with the one gone before. ‘This Susan girl would bring you nothing good’ she told Stephen. ‘She would be a wedge between you and your child hood love.’ She explained further. It was such a pity because Stephen kept the ignoble news from his mum as well. He felt ashamed to tell his mum Brenda and his bosom friend Paa Joe had betrayed him. He stood by Brenda when his mum was nasty to her. The mum realised her son was in love and accepted Brenda into their family. Above Paa Joe was like the brother he never had. The pervert was living with him until he travelled to London for further studies.
To avoid calling her Brenda repeatedly he decided to call her ‘daisy’. Susan became relaxed and came out of her hideout. Things became rosy and they paraded their love all over Adenta. One day Susan was going to town and Stephen saw her off at the taxi rank. When she was about to enter the taxi he held her by the waist and drew her closer. He gave her a hot cuddle. On lookers were baffled at his reckless display of passion in public. A fussy taxi driver saw him as a lost soul in a man’s world. ‘Bema kontobonku’ (an effeminate man) he yelled at him. A foul-mouthed driver joined the fussy one. ‘Do you want to make love to her in the public, you are a nincompoop?’ Stephen ignored the worried observers. He had all but won the heart of his daisy back until his mum told her about Brenda. He had to act fast before his daisy run out of town again. He told his mum about the dark secret enveloping the traitors in London. The mum was bewildered. He pleaded with his mum to visit Susan to calm her down. The plan worked. Susan stayed in town.
The daisy idea was a marvel because it was harmonious and their love blossomed. At the high point of their romance, Stephen had a call from Brenda. She was in tears on the phone. His inclination was to hang up but he decided otherwise. Paa Joe made a fool out of her. She told him. He was engaged to a lady in Ghana. He misled her by promising her marriage and after using her, he discarded her like a worthless item. He drove her out of his house because his wife was arriving from Ghana. She (Brenda) was returning to Ghana and she was pleading with him (Stephen) to accept her back. She loved him still and he was the first man in her life. She went on and on until Stephen eventually hanged up. The deserter made several other calls after the first. Flipping hell, Brenda had sown a grotesque seed in the perplexed mind.
Stephen was at a crossroad in his quest into the world of romance. Following his heart meant accepting the viper from London back into his life. One thing was sure; he still loved the prodigal one. Yet he had found balm in the amusing frolics with his new angel. Susan gave him life when he had none. She saved him from the desolation of the heart and raised him into the world of illusion. Any false move would ruin the petals of his daisy without end. He was so unstable with the news of the return of the traitor. Part of him wanted her back and the other preferred Susan. He had a choice to make. It was a very difficult choice indeed; yes, it was a very difficult choice.
Francis Kwaku Egu
kwakuhull@yahoo.com
kwakufrancis.blogspot.com
Brenda left him a distressed soul. In fact, she took a part of him away. He lost it until Susan rescued him from anguish. Brenda was his first love and as a green shoot, he emptied his innocence at her feet. Love without add-on trappings was worthless to the fluffy ones. The trappings add to the glamour. She crushed his stupid love under her feet. Even though he had found great love in Susan, he was nostalgic about his past romance with Brenda, especially their explosive love antics on campus. It was delightful. They went to lectures together and when Brenda closed before him, she loitered about until he was ready and they cat walked back to their halls together. He as a rule curled his arms around her well-formed waist and hallucinated about higher realms. The pair wandered the cotton streets of the Sapphire city at will. At the set of sun, they lazed in the calm evening breeze from the luxuriant trees lining the feathery grounds around the Drama Studio. The name Brenda was his singsong, a sort of a music label. It was deep-seated in the sub conscious mind and was so indelible. It required something extraordinary from Susan to wipe his mind clean. Yet the name was threatening his new love.
Susan was perfect in every form except to obliterate the hated name from his memory. Since their night out at the film studios in Kanda their love bloomed. He spent less time at the shop and more time at her place. He visited Susan one day and found her very moody. Her face was burry in her pillow, as she lay on her bed almost bare. She did not attempt to cover up when he entered. Stephen was baffled seeing her full curves glowed through her glossy nightie. He sat on the bed beside her firebrand frame. She did not respond when he spoke to her. He held at the shoulders and lifted her gently onto his lap. The softness of her breast on his lap sent puzzling codes to his nerves. Yet he got be careful; she was still moody. He knew something was not right. Susan always received him warmly whenever he visited. He brought her close to his chest and felt her velvety to the fullest. ‘What was it my angel’ he asked her. His hand reached to her curves around her waistline and he stroked her bosom inch by inch. She was calm and melted into his arms.
He looked into her eyes and saw undiluted love. She spoke after salvaging her sanity. ‘It was your mum; she said you have a wife in London.’ It was first time she heard about the name Brenda. Stephen kept his past from her. It was a folly to keep such a secret from a sweet one like Susan. Such angels are rare and difficult to find. Well his stupidity almost cost him pure love. His mum told Susan about Brenda with the hope of scaring away from Stephen. She was indignant of the presence of Susan in his life just as she was with the one gone before. ‘This Susan girl would bring you nothing good’ she told Stephen. ‘She would be a wedge between you and your child hood love.’ She explained further. It was such a pity because Stephen kept the ignoble news from his mum as well. He felt ashamed to tell his mum Brenda and his bosom friend Paa Joe had betrayed him. He stood by Brenda when his mum was nasty to her. The mum realised her son was in love and accepted Brenda into their family. Above Paa Joe was like the brother he never had. The pervert was living with him until he travelled to London for further studies.
To avoid calling her Brenda repeatedly he decided to call her ‘daisy’. Susan became relaxed and came out of her hideout. Things became rosy and they paraded their love all over Adenta. One day Susan was going to town and Stephen saw her off at the taxi rank. When she was about to enter the taxi he held her by the waist and drew her closer. He gave her a hot cuddle. On lookers were baffled at his reckless display of passion in public. A fussy taxi driver saw him as a lost soul in a man’s world. ‘Bema kontobonku’ (an effeminate man) he yelled at him. A foul-mouthed driver joined the fussy one. ‘Do you want to make love to her in the public, you are a nincompoop?’ Stephen ignored the worried observers. He had all but won the heart of his daisy back until his mum told her about Brenda. He had to act fast before his daisy run out of town again. He told his mum about the dark secret enveloping the traitors in London. The mum was bewildered. He pleaded with his mum to visit Susan to calm her down. The plan worked. Susan stayed in town.
The daisy idea was a marvel because it was harmonious and their love blossomed. At the high point of their romance, Stephen had a call from Brenda. She was in tears on the phone. His inclination was to hang up but he decided otherwise. Paa Joe made a fool out of her. She told him. He was engaged to a lady in Ghana. He misled her by promising her marriage and after using her, he discarded her like a worthless item. He drove her out of his house because his wife was arriving from Ghana. She (Brenda) was returning to Ghana and she was pleading with him (Stephen) to accept her back. She loved him still and he was the first man in her life. She went on and on until Stephen eventually hanged up. The deserter made several other calls after the first. Flipping hell, Brenda had sown a grotesque seed in the perplexed mind.
Stephen was at a crossroad in his quest into the world of romance. Following his heart meant accepting the viper from London back into his life. One thing was sure; he still loved the prodigal one. Yet he had found balm in the amusing frolics with his new angel. Susan gave him life when he had none. She saved him from the desolation of the heart and raised him into the world of illusion. Any false move would ruin the petals of his daisy without end. He was so unstable with the news of the return of the traitor. Part of him wanted her back and the other preferred Susan. He had a choice to make. It was a very difficult choice indeed; yes, it was a very difficult choice.
Francis Kwaku Egu
kwakuhull@yahoo.com
kwakufrancis.blogspot.com
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