Adoley sat on the right side of the bridge on the way from Kongo. She had tears in her eyes.
She knew she should have thrown the box containing her after-morning pills right away after taking them.She knew very well who her grandmother was. An old teacher and a strong Christian mother in the Presbyterian church where she grew up in fellowship with her. She was respected.
Talking of church, this is where she knew Kwame, the boy with whom she had had sex with last night. He was very intelligent, dark skinned and handsome with the nose of a white man. That is how their Sunday school teacher, Mr Tawiah used to describe him.
Kwame was his sweetheart. Her sweetheart from the big city. He only came to the village during vacations. He came home to his mother, maame Ama, who had divorced her husband, Kwame's father early years of the boy's life.
He was in Accra at his fathers; a tertiary student.
He was gone by the morning just as he told Adoley."You're being silent.." he quizzed, passing his hand on her naked bottom.
"You're leaving.." Adoley answered.
"But you know it won't be long..."kwame tried to assure her.
"It will be long!"she shut him up and pulled his arms off her.
Kwame rose up and held her jaw softly.
"Listen my Bambi, you know this is my hometown. Besides this is my last year to complete and I'll be coming to stay here with you", he paused, "or even take you to the city""I believe you" Adoley told him even though she was unsure about her words.
That evening, they came out of his room in his mothers apartment and she waved him bye.
Maame Ama, Kwame's mother only watched them from where she was removing her clothes from the line,humming her uncles favorite song. "...babema diee maye mbaa doduo asew.."
Literally meaning, as the mother of a son I'm a mother to many in-laws.When they stopped at the bridge, he took out the pill box.
"I'm always the one who has to take this" Adoley looked at him.
"Bambi...cmon.Why are you always like this?...Mm? I'll help you" He took her hands. He took a pill and put it in his mouth and leaned to kiss her again.
She took it from his tongue.
He aimed at her forehead and kissed it.
"You're so beautiful" he flattered her and it wasn't a lie.
Adoley was truly a beautiful girl with fine skin and clear curves. She had a lot of hair to compliment her beauty as well.
"My grandmother may be calling for me.." she announced.
"I'll miss you" kwame pressed below her butts.They said goodbye and she skipped all the way home still in fantasy about the time they've had just had.
"Adoley!" She jumped onto her feet when she heard her name. Adoley wiped dirt off her denims.
It was BB. She looked disappointed."Aunty BB I'm..."
"Don't say a word Adoley, don't," she cut her
sharply, "I always had your back. I could have put my head on the platter to save your face""I'm sorry BB..." Adoley cried.
"Let's go home! Your grandmother has already reached the market square" BB made her aware.She followed BB, fidgeting her right elbow with her left hand. She was scared.
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ADOLEY
Художественная прозаRight from the time of her birth, a deluded child as well, all the people who really meant so much to her only knew how to betray her. Like a needle in a haystack, Adoley has lost all faith in man. Can she ever trust anyone enough for love?