Perfect Blemish

This piece is purely fictional and a product of my imagination.  It has no bearing whatsoever to persons dead or alive

“You’re really cute”.
I felt quite uncomfortable at her words. Her hands were all over me and although I had been promised a really thrilling experience by my somehow “spoilt” friend, it was nothing of the sort. You see, it was my first time in such a rather “eeewy” situation
“Ouch!”, I shouted as I realized what she had done. She groped my ass in a way that could have made even the prostitute at Nikkie’s cry for lack of respect. I wish I could get away,  I really wish I could.
“We should get to it”
“Get to what?????” ,my inner self shrieked in fright with eyes widely opened. And yet, I sat there calmly. Smiling, even.
“Take off your shirt” ,she orderly
I was a little dazed, I think.  I couldn’t think straight anymore . I was certainly confused.  “What am I even doing here?” ,I whispered within me again and again and again.
“Be fast”, her voice boomed through my thoughts without any courtesy.
“I’m…”, I never got to finish that statement.  I was rudely interrupted with some uncalled and unforeseen kiss which was supposed to turn me on. I wasn’t moved. She pushed me to the king sized bed and did whatever it was she wanted to do with me.
“You’re really cute”
I cringed at her words. Another cute word and I’d be puking all over her. I was disgusted. With myself. With her. With Kwasi.  With everything.  I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
She laid-back on the bed.
Then she left to the washroom.
She was showering.
She didn’t seem bothered by what just happened.
I was watching and listening attentively for her next action. I wish she would stop singing. Her voice was really croaky and I don’t know what kind of a person could be singing, Jesus take the wheels, after what just happened.
I wanted to leave.
The only thing on my mind was suicide. “I should probably end it all”
“My love”
Eeeew. I cringed inside again. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Are you okay?”, she asked with what sounded like concern.
Silence.
“Are you okay”, she asked again with a little annoyance.
I would have answered but all that came out of my mouth was puke.

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I knew where I was as soon as I opened my eyes. The doctor by my bed was a pretty lady with with a nice smile.
“Hey, you’re awake” ,she greeted me
I just smiled. I was glad to be away from my monster, even if it meant for a few hours.
“Your mother is going to get you some fruits.  She’s very worried about you” , the doctor said.
I nodded.  I would have offered an explanation but I was in no mood.
I guess I must have drifted off to sleep because I was woken up to take my drugs.
She was sitting by me with my hands in her hand. She could leave me for a moment, right? It’s not like I can run anywhere.
I offered a smile.
The drugs were very bitter but I’d choose them over she holding any part of me any day.

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I wasn’t always like this. I was a normal happy person.  Whatever normal is these days. The one I loved broke up with me . I was cheated on with my best friend. No, scratch that. I’m 24 years old. The rest of the information is withheld. Before you get into your judgment seat to do justice to me, hear me out. I’m not poor, neither am I rich. Although I’m an orphan I live quite well. There was a time when I loved that person, but I was used and dumped hard. I was hurt. Hurt is an understatement.  I would have said I was just hurt that I was treated wrong. In my bid to forget everything,  I started doing hard drugs. I lost track of my environment.  I had to take a months leave at work. One day, I went to the club. I don’t even know why I was there because I was bored the whole time. I got up to leave. As I left, someone called me. I don’t usually stop to talk to strangers, but it was a woman. A fairly grown woman. She spoke for a while and took my number. I felt weird but hell, have I seen and done weirder things.  She didn’t call immediately. She is a hunter, that woman. The call came through a week later.
“Hi babe!”
Who is this with so much enthusiasm, I thought as I answered with a lazy “hello”.
“Where are you? I’m in your neighborhood” ,she said matter of factly.
I instantly knew who it was. I haven’t come across such an arrogant and pompous person like her. Even King Arthur with all his arrogance would be no competitor for her.
“Erm…where exactly? ” , I finally found my voice.
“Outside your apartment”
“Ei!” , the word came out of my mouth before I could even say stop mouth
“Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands” , she said with a chuckle
Safe hands
The words just hang in the air for some seconds.
“Are you coming out, or should I come in?” , she asked
“No no no no”, I said hurriedly. “I’ll be there in a jiffy”. With that said I cut the call.
She makes me uneasy.
The outing was fun. We ate so much and drank so much and laughed so much. It was was a good feeling. It was the first time I was having so much fun since Kwasi jilted me after our five year relationship. He said he wasn’t getting the vibe no more.
Son of of a b***h.
“Let’s go to my place” , it sounded more of a command  than a suggestion.  I must have made a really nasty face because she paused to look at me for a while.
“C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? ”
“Alright”, I said with all the hesitation I could muster
It wasn’t a house, it was a hotel. I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s not as if I’ve not been to big houses before but for a single woman who has never being married before, this house was really huge. It was like way above her. But it belonged to her.
“Don’t get intimidated by the size”, she chided me with a smile.
I smiled back. I was warming up to her.
Weird
That evening, we sat in her big bedroom and talked through the night.  It was interesting and calm and sad. She told me about how she was defiled by her uncle at age 5. And how it went on till she decided she had had enough and gusted his stomach with a kitchen knife at age fifteen. She ran from home after that. Then she met after man who said he would help her. She was desperate and would do anything so she accepted his help. He became her pimp until she ran from him ten years later. She kept sleeping around with all sorts of people until now.
“You know, it really gets boring here”, she said after a long silence.
I pitied her. Yes, I know how ridiculous  that sounds even to me but I still pitied her. I have this thing that I do. I always pity people , usually forgetting about my own predicament. I think that would explain why I dated Kwasi. He had gone through so much. Don’t get me wrong o. It doesn’t mean I didn’t love him. On the contrary, I learnt to love him for who he was. But look where that got me. I would have left but It was really late.

We kept going out evening after evening. It was fun. She was bossy but I was having so much fun that I couldn’t be bothered.

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24 Hours Ago
“Ewenam, are you there?”
“Yeah”, I replied slowly
“Listen,it’s no different from what you did with Kwasi. Think of the benefits”
I was a little shocked to hear Valerie,my friend of two years advise me to sleep with Jay. I mean,I may have made lots of bad decisions,but lesbianism is way below me.
“I have to go”, I finally said.
“Be wise,take care”. She hang up before me. It has always been like this. I smiled even in my state.
I think my emotions got the better of me. I was curious. Could it be as bad as I thought, or as good as Valerie claimed? Well…there’s only one way to find out. I picked up the phone to make a call.
“Hey love”,her voice boomed through the receiver. Why was she so glad to hear my voice. I walked out on you yesterday, you should give me some attitude .
“Erm…can I come over”
Silence
Finally she spoke. “sure”
“I’ll be there in 30 minutes”
I dressed slowly. The drive there was a solemn one. I kept wondering why I was doing this. I had a lot of guys at my beck and call. Why? Because they’ll a break my heart. They’ll get my heart broken like Kwasi did. Whatsoever.
“You won’t regret this. I’ll be really gentle”. With that said her hands were all over me. I was really uncomfortable but I didn’t stop her.

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“How’re you feeling?”, the question brought me back to my hospital bed.
“I’m fine. When do I get discharged?”
“In a few minutes”
She took my hands in hers again. “I’m sorry,you must have felt disgusted”.
I was a little surprised at her frankness. This is not so bad. I thought to myself.
“Yes”
She was looking at me very attentively.
“But I’d like to try it again it”
The words just hung in the air. She looked very surprised. Finally,she leaned in and kissed me on the lips?
A girl could get used to this. I smiled mischievously as I thought of all the guys I’d be disappointing.

Asiedua Yeboah © 2015

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*Nikkie’s- a pub around Madina in Ghana.
*Ewenam- a female tribe name in Ghana (Ewe precisely) which mean God has done for me
*Kwasi- a tribe name in Ghana (Akan precisely) which is given to males born on Sundays
*Picture from Google images