I failed to knit my love with hers. With a sodden heart she went away; on a long journey beyond the spheres. Any guy will answer such a nontoxic call but not the realist. A bemused spirit lost in the woods; the idiot who spewed out honey poured freely into his orifice. She had visited twice prior to her final offer. I had met her on campus and gave her a perplexing direction to my house. It was a plan to send her off course; but she found her way. I was excited to see her; I was ‘home alone’. I got her snacks from the corner shop. ‘You are so romantic’ she said and planted a kiss on my cheek as I served her. ‘Romantic’; what sort of creature was that? ‘You know how to treat a lady’ she continued with a broad smile on her face. I loved seeing smiles on her face; her dimples were mesmerizing.
Her sweet love was cherished but for the bullies. Resentful they were of her tenderness; they pounced at the least chance; Tanko the nastiest culprit craved for her. The greedy chap wanted them all. A harem; he tried to build and Mercy will not be part of his collections. He felt challenged and flexed his monstrous muscle. I was not timid; not the type that can be bullied. I was tender and calm but strong willed, with likeable appearance. I just hated to be tagged by Tanko and his gang; that was what happened. I was called ‘Mercy’ and she was ‘Ken’. I loathed the girlie name; the reverse was true. She wore the tag with pride.
Amon and the lads had rendezvous with the groovy girls. I wanted to read but no! Memories of her flashed through the disturbed mind. I felt her love oozing through me, I yearned for her softness. I missed her. I imagined her cuteness beside me on my desk one morning. She came with a magazine and wanted to show me something. She sat so close; what a daintily girl. She forever wanted to share my desk. It was a tiny desk meant for one person. She was not bothered. It had rained the night before and it was chilly. I was ready to share the desk with her. She was excited and her face sparkled.
She pointed to a picture of a two story house in the magazine. This time I was tolerant. She was transmitting a soothing energy to the worried soul. It was a nicely decorated semi detached; like the types seen in American movies. Her dad’s house looked like this she said. I was not enthused; that was the least of my worries; the dad’s mansion. Tanko and his thugs; they were. The cat calling games reverberated through the class as she rubbed her velvet self over me. I asked her to go back to her desk. She went reluctantly.
I loved her. Yes I do but something within the worried soul refused to accept it; a thing more ominous than darkness. It had poisoned the disturbed mind. I wrote to her; I loved her exceedingly; I appreciated her affections. I was unkind to her but could she forgive me please. I longed for a response from her but I got none. I yearned for a reply; it never came, I waited for it; it was in vain. On this particular day I was so certain it had arrived. I was wrong; everyone had a letter except the loner.
I was in a mess; I knew I was. Going back to the guys in the dorm was not an option. I got to be away; far away from eyes tearing through me, to be anywhere, somewhere. The shore was just a cross the road. I wandered aimlessly in the wet sand and picked a spot by a lone coconut tree. The Atlantic was ahead of me. Its waves raged with raw energy furiously. The disturbed mind wandered across the sea and saw them; in shackles travelling through time. It was one way ticket for the doomed voyagers. The ships returned empty for more cargos destined for damnation. In vain they yearned for their loved ones back home. Down the beach was the castle; the last known place for the ancestors en route to the paddy fields and cane plantations in the Americas.
Emma’s words came ringing ‘it was all folly to let her go’. He was against leaving Mercy for Amon. ‘It’s you she loved’. Yes I knew; I was aware; but you didn’t understand; did you? I was awoken rudely from my trance by tweet from seagulls soaring beyond the coconut trees. The birds glided the air in pairs. There was the solitary fool longing for lost love.
Amon served her no drinks she said. What? I could be generous but I had my faults too. I had lost Mimi years ago due to foot dragging. She met him; the virile beast and she lost her head. When fecund fields aught to be cultivated the eunuch should not be invited on a date. The fields were well ploughed; she became a tick on him. I sat on the bed and watched her took the snacks silently. She couldn’t hide her excitement. Amon only took and never gave she intoned sadly.
She moved to the bed unexpectedly after the snack and sat so closed; her slender thighs rubbed mine; I felt her coolness. She wanted to whisper into my ears she said coyly; she bent close to my ears. Her velvetiness enveloped me and increased my pulse. I thought it will be a quickie but she lingered on. I was breathless. I floated on the cottons of the clouds; into the horizon unwilling to return to the diseased world.
She burst out with mirth after her message. She was becoming steamy; what a naughty girl; I thought. I frowned; she noticed that. ‘I was only joking’ I knew she wasn’t. She changed the subject. She disliked Amon because of his bad breath. Amon was an old pal but I had no idea he had foul mouth. He used mouth wash often but it was a normal thing for the regulars at the green grooves. They kept good oral hygiene to impress the silky girls. A smelly mouth could be an instant put off.
She found Amon in bed with a lady; she continued. She was at the verge of tears. I drew her closer. She rested her head on my shoulder and I was wet with her tears. I wrapped my arms around her tenderness and she was silent. Earlier in the week she had informed him she was travelling but changed plans. Amon forgot to lock the door. The vintage Amon I whispered, he had not changed from his wily ways. This behaviour got him lotto numbers as exam results.
She wanted to show me her prized assets underneath her dress, was what she whispered into my ears. She offered it; her love, her all. I was to keep it away from vermin but failed. I could tell through the dress they were lovely. Did I or did I not wished to have a look. I desired to but was confused. The solitary fool, the voice said; there he was again escaping from blissfulness.
Francis Kwaku Egu, UK
kwakuhull@yahoo.com
Monday, 12 July 2010
Mercy’s love was true and pure love Pt i
Mercy’s love was true and pure love
She came one misty morning when I least expected. She was glowing exceedingly in her new dress. I invited her in and made her felt wanted for the first time in many years. After a long chat about the past she asked if she could relax on my bed. I had no problem with that I said. She got up from the chair where she sat since she arrived and went to the corner of the room. Slowly she took off her clothing leaving her underwear. She walked towards the bed and sat at the edge. Her skimpy dress retracted to her hips as she sat; a chunk portion of her flesh above her knees was bare.
What a stunner I garbled. It was the only time I had seen her real charm. Her skins around her thighs were breathtaking. Several precise hair pores lay diagonally across both thighs like a piece of art work. Two lustrous knobs stood out on her bosom; pushing her underwear upwards at the front. An appealing ridge burrowed through her cleavage. My eyes were almost popping out. I was getting disrupted; and asked her to cover herself with the sheet. She pulled the sheets over; I could tell she wasn’t happy.
As I watched her coiled her cuteness under the quilt; I reflect over an incident in the distant past. She had come to school looking extra appealing that day. She walked to my desk; looked directly into my eyes and grinned. Her well carved dimples fashioned neatly in her face radiating her loveliness. ‘You disliked me why?’ I was bewildered. I wished I could explain to her there was a terrifying beast with fangs lurking about and I was in flight. I looked at her and saw love in her eyes. I saw innocence surrounding her attractiveness and purity enveloping her. She was a green shoot bursting out of its shell ready to explore; craving to mislay its purity to incessant insects. I was not going to be the voracious bee; pinching her spotlessness and losing mine.
Mercy had offered her innocence since I was a kid. Here she was once more with the offer in my adult life. She offered it without any inducement. I did not send her on exotic weekends in afar resorts; paid from dubious per diems or dodgy Ex-Gratia awards. She offered it; naturally. The truth was before Mercy got hooked to Amon I was the one she treasured. I had got her into mess many times. Yet she displayed her fondness overtly to the detriment of her petite self. It matters not if she was punished for disturbing the peace of the class. She only had one thing in mind; to be at my desk. It was the hormones; someone tried to explain. They kept her in an explosive state. I wanted to be closed to nature. She wanted to experiment; I was a reluctant specimen.
She did all within her grips to get me interested but I was not. My focus was on the escape routes. The politicians; human vampires in power had blocked all the routes; except those for their thievery family members and political cronies; the stooges. Mercy was certainly a route to damnation. I dread to tell miss about her lecherous behaviour; it will get her into more troubles. The little imp persisted. She brought glossily magazines to class as baits but I was an astute cod. I had never felt so pestered in my life; forcing love down my unformed gullet. I was so suffocated; not with smoke inhalation but love from a girl-adult. The conduit to destruction was ominous. I had a respite when her parent moved her to a new school.
Boys’ school was a different terrain. It was like a bard land. Lads suffering similar emotional anguish were in glut. The obvious option was to escape to the greenwoods on the Ogua hills; to meet sodden girls with similar fates. It was not one of my flight routes. Mercy was not about to hurl her love at me willy-nilly. Sweet memories of her kept coming back. I was in the dormitory alone. All the guys were out to the green grooves. I knew I had lost her to Amon for good. I was not ready when she offered her love; Amon was. I was the one she cherished without inducement. Amon induced her with love stories from the dream world. I was her option but I disliked her for the simple reason. I was escaping. I turned away pure love that flowed like a fountain. It came from the bowels of the earth without the aid of robotic arms.
Before I left for school in Cape Coast I had ran into her one sunny afternoon in town. That was years after she had left me alone; she was with a friend. She ran directly into my arms on seeing me and nearly knocked me to the floor. Very ecstatic and screaming her voice out. I got sturdy and held her slim silky frame to my side. Her friend who watched events at distant; walked unhurried towards us. She gaped at me with admiration and said softly; ‘so you are the one’. I looked at her dazzling face very confused. ‘Mercy spoke so fondly of you since she arrived here’ she said with some excitements. I was so touched hearing those words not from her but her friend.
Mercy fixed her seductive eyes on me as her friend recounted the story. She was still close to my side and my hand was in hers. I looked at her waiting for a reaction but she was busy fondling my fingers. Her actions sent ripples down my little frame. I wish she will stop what she was doing. She had grown so beautiful, sparkling and attractive. As a matter of fact Mercy was an adorable girl; a trinket with a high value. I didn’t know why I regarded her as a pest. I gazed at her and she smiled revealing her two well engraved dimples.
She was almost melting into me; coiling her fleeciness around me. She kept fondling my fingers; I pulled her closer. I had come of age and had urges but not geared up for her warmth. I had a pledge to keep. Responding to Mercy’s affections could send me off tangent. When the beast after you is hard on your heels there is no respite; even if your feet are weary. I urgently needed to escape. It was so difficult to free my fingers from her caressing grips but I had a bus to catch; I bade her good bye and left.
I went out of the room as she slept to run an errand; she was already up when I returned. Her eyes were full of tears; ‘you still don’t love me’ she uttered through her sobs when she saw me; a troubled soul I thought. The truth is I adored the loved one so much. I caught the tail end of Kojo Antwi’s hit song ‘Bra’ she was playing on the CD player: ‘Just as Ananse weaves his web, just as Bonwire blokes weave their kente yarns, come dear one; come and let’s knit our love’. I asked her to dress up so I could see her off. It became clear to her I was not too eager to weave a basket. She went away and I never saw her again.
Amon had visited the greenwoods much too often; basking in the nectar and the moistness and found himself in the wrong side of life. That was why Mercy came running into my arms. She had out grown the fantasies of love stories. Life was beyond the make-believe worlds of Mills & Boons. She needed something and I had that on offer but I need to escape first. The beast call desolation was prowling.
Francis Kwaku Egu
kwakuhull@yahoo.com
She came one misty morning when I least expected. She was glowing exceedingly in her new dress. I invited her in and made her felt wanted for the first time in many years. After a long chat about the past she asked if she could relax on my bed. I had no problem with that I said. She got up from the chair where she sat since she arrived and went to the corner of the room. Slowly she took off her clothing leaving her underwear. She walked towards the bed and sat at the edge. Her skimpy dress retracted to her hips as she sat; a chunk portion of her flesh above her knees was bare.
What a stunner I garbled. It was the only time I had seen her real charm. Her skins around her thighs were breathtaking. Several precise hair pores lay diagonally across both thighs like a piece of art work. Two lustrous knobs stood out on her bosom; pushing her underwear upwards at the front. An appealing ridge burrowed through her cleavage. My eyes were almost popping out. I was getting disrupted; and asked her to cover herself with the sheet. She pulled the sheets over; I could tell she wasn’t happy.
As I watched her coiled her cuteness under the quilt; I reflect over an incident in the distant past. She had come to school looking extra appealing that day. She walked to my desk; looked directly into my eyes and grinned. Her well carved dimples fashioned neatly in her face radiating her loveliness. ‘You disliked me why?’ I was bewildered. I wished I could explain to her there was a terrifying beast with fangs lurking about and I was in flight. I looked at her and saw love in her eyes. I saw innocence surrounding her attractiveness and purity enveloping her. She was a green shoot bursting out of its shell ready to explore; craving to mislay its purity to incessant insects. I was not going to be the voracious bee; pinching her spotlessness and losing mine.
Mercy had offered her innocence since I was a kid. Here she was once more with the offer in my adult life. She offered it without any inducement. I did not send her on exotic weekends in afar resorts; paid from dubious per diems or dodgy Ex-Gratia awards. She offered it; naturally. The truth was before Mercy got hooked to Amon I was the one she treasured. I had got her into mess many times. Yet she displayed her fondness overtly to the detriment of her petite self. It matters not if she was punished for disturbing the peace of the class. She only had one thing in mind; to be at my desk. It was the hormones; someone tried to explain. They kept her in an explosive state. I wanted to be closed to nature. She wanted to experiment; I was a reluctant specimen.
She did all within her grips to get me interested but I was not. My focus was on the escape routes. The politicians; human vampires in power had blocked all the routes; except those for their thievery family members and political cronies; the stooges. Mercy was certainly a route to damnation. I dread to tell miss about her lecherous behaviour; it will get her into more troubles. The little imp persisted. She brought glossily magazines to class as baits but I was an astute cod. I had never felt so pestered in my life; forcing love down my unformed gullet. I was so suffocated; not with smoke inhalation but love from a girl-adult. The conduit to destruction was ominous. I had a respite when her parent moved her to a new school.
Boys’ school was a different terrain. It was like a bard land. Lads suffering similar emotional anguish were in glut. The obvious option was to escape to the greenwoods on the Ogua hills; to meet sodden girls with similar fates. It was not one of my flight routes. Mercy was not about to hurl her love at me willy-nilly. Sweet memories of her kept coming back. I was in the dormitory alone. All the guys were out to the green grooves. I knew I had lost her to Amon for good. I was not ready when she offered her love; Amon was. I was the one she cherished without inducement. Amon induced her with love stories from the dream world. I was her option but I disliked her for the simple reason. I was escaping. I turned away pure love that flowed like a fountain. It came from the bowels of the earth without the aid of robotic arms.
Before I left for school in Cape Coast I had ran into her one sunny afternoon in town. That was years after she had left me alone; she was with a friend. She ran directly into my arms on seeing me and nearly knocked me to the floor. Very ecstatic and screaming her voice out. I got sturdy and held her slim silky frame to my side. Her friend who watched events at distant; walked unhurried towards us. She gaped at me with admiration and said softly; ‘so you are the one’. I looked at her dazzling face very confused. ‘Mercy spoke so fondly of you since she arrived here’ she said with some excitements. I was so touched hearing those words not from her but her friend.
Mercy fixed her seductive eyes on me as her friend recounted the story. She was still close to my side and my hand was in hers. I looked at her waiting for a reaction but she was busy fondling my fingers. Her actions sent ripples down my little frame. I wish she will stop what she was doing. She had grown so beautiful, sparkling and attractive. As a matter of fact Mercy was an adorable girl; a trinket with a high value. I didn’t know why I regarded her as a pest. I gazed at her and she smiled revealing her two well engraved dimples.
She was almost melting into me; coiling her fleeciness around me. She kept fondling my fingers; I pulled her closer. I had come of age and had urges but not geared up for her warmth. I had a pledge to keep. Responding to Mercy’s affections could send me off tangent. When the beast after you is hard on your heels there is no respite; even if your feet are weary. I urgently needed to escape. It was so difficult to free my fingers from her caressing grips but I had a bus to catch; I bade her good bye and left.
I went out of the room as she slept to run an errand; she was already up when I returned. Her eyes were full of tears; ‘you still don’t love me’ she uttered through her sobs when she saw me; a troubled soul I thought. The truth is I adored the loved one so much. I caught the tail end of Kojo Antwi’s hit song ‘Bra’ she was playing on the CD player: ‘Just as Ananse weaves his web, just as Bonwire blokes weave their kente yarns, come dear one; come and let’s knit our love’. I asked her to dress up so I could see her off. It became clear to her I was not too eager to weave a basket. She went away and I never saw her again.
Amon had visited the greenwoods much too often; basking in the nectar and the moistness and found himself in the wrong side of life. That was why Mercy came running into my arms. She had out grown the fantasies of love stories. Life was beyond the make-believe worlds of Mills & Boons. She needed something and I had that on offer but I need to escape first. The beast call desolation was prowling.
Francis Kwaku Egu
kwakuhull@yahoo.com
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