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Episode 11

RECAP: Dzifa revealed how she got into Sir Millson’s room. After a failed attempt to seduced him again, she went back to

the man behind the scene, kwame to fulfil her promise and strategize for her next move.

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Dzifa went to Kwame to finalise her plan on how to trap Millson. She knocked on his door and kwame came out.

Kwame: Dzifa, why are you here?

As a girl’s prefect, you shouldn’t be breaking bounds. You should be an example to your friends.

Dzifa: Sir, are you preaching to me?…errr, but you are also guilty and don’t really live by example, with all due respect, I heard you slept with crystalene, my assistant, I mean the Assistant Girls’ Prefect. Is it true or it’s just a mere rumour.

Kwame : Shut up , girl, are you here to interrogate me?

Dzifa: No, sir, I’m sorry. Just that Crystalene said something about you in the girls’ dormitory that got all of us laughing.

Kwame : Like what?

Dzifa: She said you are “hot” in bed. She also said no man has ever made her squirt before but you have done that.

Kwame : So Crystalene share intimate details of our lovemaking with you?

Dzifa: Yea, She’s my friend. We share secrets.

Kwame was quite surprised but he decided not to prolong the conversation.

Dzifa : Now, this is what I want you to help me do to your friend, Mr.Millson.

Kwame: Yes, I’m listening.

Dzifa said, I want you to _.

[Millson’s Narration ]

I kept wondering how Dzifa got into my room but I couldn’t fathom it.

It was apparent that girl wanted to tarnish my image. I was wondering what exactly I could do to put finality to her adolescent gimmicks. I pray God gave me wisdom to keep extricating myself from the web of that lascivious girl and her accomplices.

Perhaps, my only saviour would be when our internship ended and I left that village.

I then remembered I kept one of my keys with Kwame. But would kwame stoop so low to the extent of giving my spare key to a female student to come and seduce me ?

Well. It’s a possibility. If kwame could sleep with students, why couldn’t he compromise his integrity and give my spare key to Dzifa?

I decided to take back my key from him the next day.

I glanced at my watch. It was 6.00 p.m. I was still reminiscing past events when I heard a knock on my door.

I opened the door and Kwame was there.

“Please come in,” I said.

Kwame : It has been a long time. I know we are no longer friends but I want us to reconcile.

Me : I don’t have anything personal against you.

Kwame : Then why did you break our friendship.

Me : I’m sure you know why. I can’t keep company with a paedophile.

Kwame : meaning?

Me : Meaning someone who find children sexually attractive or sleep with them.

Kwame : Well. Those girls are not children.

Me : To me , they are. Most of them are 16 years old with few now turning 18.

Kwame : Hmmm.

Me : So if you want our friendship to restart, you know what to do.

Kwame : Ok. You have a point there.

Me : Ahaa, my key is with you. Have you brought it?

Kwame : Ummm. No. I didn’t realise you will need it now.

Me : Don’t worry. Tomorrow, I will come for it.

Kwame : Why?

Me : Why why? It’s my key. I have a right to keep it or give it out to whom I desire.

Kwame : Yooo. I hear. But I hope it has nothing to do with Dzifa breaking into your room to entrap you.

Me : Well. It has. You are the only one keeping my key so how did she enter my room when I had not given her my key?

Kwame : I can’t fully answer that question but I guess she stole the key from my room and used it to open your door..

Me: Besides , she’s very close to you know now. She’s your friend.

Kwame : She’s my student.

Me : But how will she know that key belong to me?

Kwame : I can’t tell and I don’t know. I’m just guessing. It could also be possible you forgot to look your door before going to school and she took advantage of that.

Me : Well. It’s a possibility but how will she know my door was not locked.

Kwame: It’s simple. She’s monitoring you.

Me: Yea. That sounded logical.

Kwame : Anyway, I brought you some mangoes. Just a token of friendship.

Me : Thank you kwame. They looked juicy and fresh.

Kwame: Welcome.

Kwame stood up and left. I looked at the Mangoes. They really looked fresh. I decided to eat them before retiring to bed. The mangoes were about seven in number.

‘Cram!’ I bite the mango and became gnawing through one.

Along the way, something came into my head. ” what if these mangoes were poisoned or drugged? Kwame couldn’t be trusted. With that thought in mind, I stopped eating the mango, bathed and went to bed.

I began feeling drowsy when l laid on my bed. I don’t know when sleep stole me from this world but I dreamt Dzifa was making love to me. Then the dream became too real.I was staring in awe at the sight before me. She had big brown breasts with just the right sized nipples with just the right amount of sag to make them look desirable.

Dzifa noticed my attention and gave me a sultry smile.

She jumped up and down and her breast swayed in response. She made a move to pull me towards herself.

“Naw uh…” I responded and jumped back. “You touch me and I won’t be able to stop you from doing anything else. She looked pissed.

She latched on her bra from behind, pulled up the straps and said, You keep me waiting for so long ?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. My emotion was in a whirlwind , so I didn’t remember much from her speech.

She scoffed and shook her head, “Sir, stop playing hard-to-get!”

I suddenly woke up from my dream only to realise someone was actually on top of me, naked with her breast flapping to and fro on my face.

I was stripped naked. She was bouncing up and down on my “joystick” but the tip of my phallus wasn’t submerged in her “honeypot.” Her up and down movement seemed to be a make -believe. But she started directing the Joystick towards her “entry point”.

MY hands were tied at my back.

The entry wasn’t deep but I could feel some sweat sensation on the tip of my “joystick.”

She wanted to sit on it full and have the whole thing buried deep into her through her sweet spot but I turned to the left side quickly and prevented the deep penetration.

I don’t want to enjoy the pleasures of sin.

The room was dark but the glimmers of the moonlit set their way into the room giving it some illumination. The figure of my assailant or seductress looked familiar to me.

She gripped me closer to herself. I tried to free myself from the rope but it was pointless and difficult.

I managed to hit her hard with my chest and she moved away for a few minutes. I moved my tied arms below my legs so that they will come to the front of my body. With my hands still tied but now in front,

I struggled with her. She advanced on me again but I was poised to extricate myself from her grip. The struggle became so intense.

Still she pinned me down forcefully.

Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t stronger than me but the effects of the mango I ate was still evident.

I was weak. I realized the mango was drugged by kwame.

“STOP IT, I commanded her ” but she was adamant.

Somehow , I felt the rope used to tie my hands loosened. Slowly, I fred my hands.

“If you struggle with me, I will scream that you are raping me,” Dzifa threatened me.

“Go to hell with your threats!” I said with bravado. She held me again.

I SLAPPED her.

When she realised my slaps were becoming incessant and I was over powering her, she began screaming so loudly that even a deaf could hear her.

As she continued screaming ,

a group of villagers bumped into my room with lanterns and saw us struggling. Dzifa was I were naked and she was crying and screaming. She said I wanted to rape her. No sooner had the villagers heard of her accusation than I was subjected to severe beating. They beat the living daylight out of me. I dare say, I was almost lynched.

I was beaten to the point blood was oozing from a deep cut on my face, legs, nose and arms. I was weak and almost fainted.

A man that looked like her father said, “TEACHER, is that how you are? Raping your students? You must be banned from our village.” Soon ,three muscled and fearful looking men arrived at the scene and yanked me off to the chief’s compound admist shouts and condemnation. The time was around 8.00 p.m. Underneath that heckling and condemnation, there were very few discerning people who cast doubts on what Dzifa said. They knew the situation wasn’t really as it seemed.

In the Chief’s cell

The bruises inflicted on my body made me feel excruciating pain. I was beaten for no cause. Here was a school girl forcing herself on me ,

harrasing me sexually but I ended up in the four corners of the Chief’s cell. “Why do bad things happened to good people? ” I found myself asking that question after I had gone through series of beatings for a crime I have not committed.

Dzifa had it all planned out with kwame after she realised I was determined to reject her sexual advances.

I knew she must be smiling by now. No one was ready to listen to my side of the story. To them, I was already guilty.

There was a common saying that you can’t force love, you are more likely to find it when you are not looking.Just like how the Fetridge’s law works. Important things that are suppose to happen do not happen, especially when you are looking. Sadly, trouble found me in the form of love when it was the last thing I was looking for on earth. To me , this thing called love is not the roses that blossomed or the fairy tales that bring magic to our lives. It look more like a figment of our own imagination in which we see ourselves swimming in seas of depthless metaphors.

I was trying to pry into this universally valued sentiment called love whose core mystery was shrouded in inexplicable theories, beyond deciphering as I sat in the cell. It was six feet by four .The walls were thick with a wooden door welded firmly to a pivot hinge.

The cell had only one small

Window. It was no brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk.

My pains were exercebated by the bed , which was just a plank of wood on creaky legs, an unguranteed monument, with no mattress, no cushioning and only one worn out blanket. I slept.

The next day dawn, I woke up early and prayed to God.

My lord and my God ,

I felt nothing but hurt and pain.

I feel so broken, my heart is torn apart, shredded by the scheme of the wicked one.

All I can do is wait upon your abundant mercy Wait in this desolate place,

I believe and have an unflinching trust in you that somehow you can meet me and touch me with the anointing of your holiness

I feel too weak to go on.

Drained of all energy I am like a shell, living, breathing, yet so empty. All I want to do is give up.

Give up in this heartbroken time,

And believe that somehow you can restore me.

I find this sadness overwhelming, and too strong

Like wave upon wave of emptiness

All I can do is rest.

Rest within your suffering and hope that through you – Your love, your forgiveness and your strength – I will wake to a new day

A new dawn for my heart and my life.

Amen.

I was in the prayer mood when the door creaked open and two of the Chief’s bodyguards walked in. “Hey, teacher , the time has come for you to be trialled in the chief’s court.

I stepped out of the cell and was taken to the Chief’s palace.


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