Midnight Erections

Part 1

... Today be today, Kwamena said to himself boastfully as he gulped down a full glass of locally distilled gin (akpeteshie).

"hush!! something must definitely kill a man, he added, pounding his chest rhythmically to soothe his throat from the burning sensation of the alcohol.

Adjoa Amissah must fall tonight! he touted this with affirmative gestures while he unbuttoned his sea blue polyester shirt which was almost drenched by the sweat oozing from his heated skin.

He paused for a while by the third button and chanted repeatedly "Adjoa Amissah must fall tonight", jumping like a reserve player yet to be introduced in a football match. "Haah.. the  'ogogoro' (akpeteshie) is really working, see how I'm sweating all over", he continued praising the metabolic reaction of the alcohol in his system.

Kwamena laughed and moved to hang his shirt on one of the set of nails fitted on his wall which serves as hanger for his clothes.

Then he walked directly to the window, closed the louvres and rolled down his curtains to make sure no body from outside could see through. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief afterwards and went to sit in the single sofa at one corner of his room, gazing in the sky and thinking of what to do next.

At last! he remembered to turn on his old ceiling fan to cool down the temperature in his room. Standing right under the fan, he tried removing his skinny jeans trousers but he struggled to remove it all by standing so he moved a little from the center to lean his left hand on the wall, gaining more stamina to pull the remaining jeans fabric stuck on his legs.After finally removing it, Kwamena hanged the jeans on the nail beside his blue shirt.

Leaving only his boxer shorts which appeared to have the front part opened by default, could it be the manufacturer's skilful touch? or Kwamena deliberately torn the front button to make it 'ever-ready' for action, perhaps he wants to practice what his friend Joojo always tells him - "as a man you must always be ready for action, for you do not know when the golden opportunity will come". Ah well, that's fair enough, let's continue our story.

Everything seemed settled now, Kwamena picked his bottle of akpeteshie from the small table beside his bed and served himself another glass. Certainly this should be his last shot for the night, he doesn't want to be too drunk else he will not have enough energy to face the battle ahead of him.

He quickly run to lock the door after drinking and threw himself on the bed. Lying with his legs widely opened, facing heaven he said "..aah Sammy was right - "the past is not the present".
He giggled, and added "yesterday is past, today be today, the story will be different, Adwoa Amissah will definitely fall tonight."

By now the thought of Adwoa Amissah had filled Kwamena's head, making him quite anxious and restless. He moved from one end of the bed to another thinking to himself what he shall do differently tonight.

K)k))k), he heard a knock on his door, at first it was faint but the sound grew louder as Kwamena gained full consciousness. Now overly anxious, he jumped out of bed and quickly picked his phone to check the time, it was 45 minutes past 10pm, aaah isn't it too early today? he queried himself. But the knock was consistent so he had no option than to respond. Kwaame! the person shouted with a feminine voice. Kwamena made the sign of the cross to forcefully calm his nerves and went to open the door ;

Kwamena: aaah Aunte Araba )y3 awa (aah it's you Aunte Araba)

Aunte Araba: aane, maa bo mu demaa (yeah, I have been knocking for a while)

It was Aunte Araba, Kwamena's next door neighbor, she has come to ask if Kwamena will go out again since it was late and she wanted to lock the main gate of the compound house.

"Aaaba, Aunte Araba h'adwen dodo!"
(Aah, Aunte Araba is such a boor!)

Aunte Araba left, Kwamena closed the door and went to take a sip from the akpeteshie bottle to rejuvenate his hormones.

He then switched off the light and went back to bed, coiling his body like a snail in its shell and thinking of how to fall Adjoa Amissah when she comes at midnight. But he dozed off before he could think of anything else.

It was not until about half past midnight when kwamena heard a loud bang on his door..

What awaits him in Part 2 ?