The Christmas Break (Part 1)

When Davies pulled out for a third time   that  night,   Adriana felt some  sweet excruciating  pain and let out a sanctimonious babble of religious tonguing, taking the name of the Lord her God, but one was unable to say whether  or not it was in vain. The moralists were not invited because the instance was one of immeasurable sweet pain. She was still in her stupor though.

Hours later, she opened her eyes, roused herself and felt wetness at one corner of her mouth, it was flowing so she shut her mouth on impulse. Then the obvious: the back of her hand visited   the scene and ascertained it was a sticky bodily fluid. It’s some oral secretion. The specimen was transported for olfactory authentication: alcohol stained. She performed the mythical uvula-tonsil breath test: hypothesis corroborated. She  again opened her eyes and reckoned she was in a room, though unfamiliar, reminded her of Josephine, her boyfriend’s sister. She had unconsciously changed her sleeping place without assigning any reason to herself for that unassigned assignment. She was still bland upstairs.

She attempted rising but felt too tired, the numbness was too overwhelming.  She moved her members: intact. She did not suffer a fracture. Thank God.  She looked around the room and satisfied herself she was not in a hospital ward. Where was she? She felt an ooze trailing Davies’ tissue, as if she knew Davies’ guilt yet.  She figured out the date – December 25. She was expecting her visitors though, her monthly salary. That should be ok. After all, she went out prepared for them. She called out to Josephine and was answered by a sweet voice. The addressee indeed sounded like Josephine. “That’s ok. I just want to be…..” that was all she could say for then.

Adriana went back to sleep and when she woke up finally she was conscious enough to realize she was in the bed of a strange man and not Josephine’s. She was in full complement of her birthday dress! That was strange but better than what she was about to learn. Her host was the only male cousin of the boyfriend of 12 years from whom she had broken up the previous night, Christmas Eve. That’s not too bloodcurdling. The dread was that she had discovered on Christmas Day that she had been raped in her stupor by whomever she was yet to find out did it, that’s if she’d be courageous enough to investigate. The most appalling part was her virginity, something she had kept for three good decades. “Jesus!” she shouted and passed out.

It all began the previous evening when she visited Eric, her boyfriend. It was an unannounced visit, and she could not fathom why Eric decided to be extra nice to her. For all Eric knew, Adriana was on her way to Takoradi and they spoke when she got to Cape Coast less than two hours earlier. Her intuition told her all was not well, so when Eric proposed sitting outside instead of relaxing in the room, she knew something was amiss. She was happy Eric did not carry his smart phone; he was holding his yam instead. She quickly went through some processes on her phone and blocked Eric’s yam line. She had earlier diverted Eric’s calls from that primary business number to her phone in case Eric’s phone became unreachable; that was the genesis of a black 24th night. Evelyn’s text message meant for Eric came straight to Adrianna’s phone minutes later. She read it and showed it to Eric; Eric  went mad, raving mad.

……………….to be continued.

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Describing a man like this cannot be an easy task. A man of many parts and sides. A single statement of his sends confusion all over the place: some laugh it off; others weep. Highly unpredictable… consistently inconsistent. Strict but funny. You cannot fully know him because he does not know himself enough either. Settled? When you first meet him, he’s banal; then you get to know him a bit, then you like him. Get to know him some more and you don’t like him much anymore. Write him off…. A mistake. He likes to be undermined at first contact. WARNING! You’re in the territory of a man with uncommon experiences so don’t be unexpectant of the expected unexpected. What do I mean? DJ Merque’s hobbies are reading, teaching and video-making. Writing is his part-time job wae. Kweku Tuadzra started writing in 1996 and now has collections of plays, films, poems and stories. A product of Dzolo Secondary School. He read English, French and Theatre Arts for a first degree, graduating in 2000, having combined Theatre Arts and English. Subsequently, he read English for an MPhil degree in Legon, specializing in the Syntax of International Auxiliary Languages. Grandpa, an expert on Ghanaian Pidgin English, has lived in almost all regions of Ghana ever. Willy Tuadzra is the CEO of Grandpa & Sons Primal Communications Consult. He was born in the 1970s.

8 thoughts on “The Christmas Break (Part 1)”

  1. Play of words at it’s best… Taking the reader in a journey – mindful. Looking forward to see how it all winds down…

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