Akaa & Alima V

It’s the birthday edition of Akaa & Alima….!! (Insert dancing emoji, please… lol)

As most of you already know, it was my birthday last month! Yes I’m finally 21 haha! I have so much to be thankful for! So much to be grateful to God for. So much going on… And by the grace of God, I can say, “The lines have indeed fallen for me in pleasant places!”

So cheers to greater things ahead, I’ll be sure to remind you all before my next 21^st birthday, lol!

Since this part was supposed to come out on my birthday and couldn’t, it had to come out today, on my best friend’s birthday!

Happy Birthday Lois! I love you!

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And if you missed any of the parts, find them here!

Akaa & Alima, Akaa & Alima II, Akaa & Alima III, Akaa & Alima IV

Character Line Up

(Because as usual, I have too many people involved, and a lot of us tend to get kind of confused!)

Ato – A pastor that frequents the Agency.

The Agency – A discreet agency for high class escorts.

Akaa – Rich businessman, who frequents the Agency. Has a preference for Alima.

Dionne – Akaa’s wife. A beautiful petite Pharmacist.

Alima/Lina – Young girl, high class escort at the Agency.

Naana/Nina – Scarred young girl with a son, born out of rape. High class escort at the Agency

Adzo/Anna – Young woman, with past sexual traumas. High class escort at the Agency.

Dr. Daniel Anto – Orthopaedic Surgeon, who frequents the Agency.

Celine – Anto’s wife. A constantly nagging Caterer.

Talaata – Divorced multimillionaire who frequents the Agency. Her preference is younger men.

Teju – Young man, high class escort at the Agency

It all felt natural. Waking up to a man cooking her breakfast. Alima imagined this to be what marriage looked like for a minute few. A very minute and lucky few.

He was frying some eggs when she went downstairs.

“How do you like your oatmeal? And I have some Crunch Haven Granola also… best Granola there is if you ask me, and also Some Baawa Tom Brown… really great stuff! Whichever one you want, I’ll make.”

She was giggling, because he looked like an idiot offering her food.

“I’m a Waakye in the morning kind of girl. But I’ll eat your eggs.”

“Let me order you some then. I can cook you jollof in the afternoon…”

How was he so adorable? Is this what he did for his wife?

“So would it be weird to ask about your wife?” He seemed to pause from frying the eggs for a bit. They had been told to never ask clients about their spouses. Or their real lives.

“What exactly do you want to know?”

“What’s she like? Do you love her? Do you still have sex with her? Is she naggy? Am I just a distraction? Does she know about this?”

If she was light-skinned she would be as red as a beet! Her face was hot, and she was embarrassed. What was she thinking? A few months his mistress and she was going crazy!

Why on earth am I asking such stupid questions? Of course I’m just a distraction? What am I expecting, that he’ll disown her and then come get me?

Get it together Alima!

“Hahaha that was just a joke… please don’t answer any of that. I get silly once in a while… and you should see the look on your face!”

It was an awkward situation, yet somehow he managed to salvage it.

“One day, we will talk about her…right now I want to feed you… feed you food, then feed you… other things, that can satisfy you even more than food can.”

Adzo had motion sickness. It was her first time on any flight, and she hadn’t anticipated this. It was an eight- hour direct flight to Köln. 

She’d had a series of lectures prior to the trip. The Agency had special trainings for any of the girls that needed to travel. They were going for 2 weeks. She’d been given some spending money, and a visa had been arranged for exactly 2 weeks for her.  There were rules to follow.

The airport in Accra was her first awe. Of course she’d been taught to pretend all these were luxuries she was used to. She looked like that first class seat she was in was what she’d been in over and over again. She fit the bill of classy madam going to Germany for a weekend because she was tired of the heat in Ghana! 

Anto called for the flight attendants to give her some specific meds, which calmed her rumbling tummy, so she slept half the flight. He was always great company! It felt nice that he was quite worried about her. For a minute, she imagined being married to this man, casually re-arranging her schedule to accompany him on a work trip. 

That’s what she was going to do this trip… pretend she was the wife. 

She had hopes of marriage in the future. Didn’t know if she wanted any children, but a companion was definitely something she wanted. 

She slept almost all afternoon in the hotel when they arrived. It was a plush hotel that she intended to explore completely!

When she woke up, he was working on a presentation.

“Anna… I asked room service to bring you some tea… just have a few sips, and maybe sleep a bit more? You’ll feel a lot better in the morning.”

She didn’t want to nap. She wanted him. She wanted him in the bed at just that moment. The thought of using this completely foreign place to make love turned her on.

She wasn’t really a shy person, yet she couldn’t tell him.

She undressed and took a quick shower, and walked to the desk he was working at.

In less than five minutes, she’d succeeded in getting him into the bed.

It was too early for anyone to be at her door. Talata had a little too much to drink the night before, and was already slightly hangover. A car honking at her gate at 8am on a Saturday morning was definitely not one of the things she had planned for!

“Madam, please your father is at the gate.” It was her security man calling the house to inform her.

She swore under her breath.

How was her father there? When did he come to Accra? Was he ill? Why of all days was he here today?

Teju was still fast asleep. His rich skin looking even more delicious this morning. She didn’t know if she should wake him up, or just let him sleep. She needed to let him know not to get out.

But he was tired. He’d been excessively thorough with her last night. She smiled despite herself, just thinking about it.

She left him sleeping, dressed up, and run outside to meet her father.

“Mba… hu etila bin kala?”

First mistake. It already annoyed him that her Frafra was abysmal. As a child, she only spoke it when she realised she was in trouble with him. As if to appease him. And he had caught on a long time ago. He seemed already annoyed, and he could tell she was guilty of something.

“I have called you so many times in the past few days.”

She caught Teju’s boxers in the corner of her eyes. It was in the couch. Where they’d made love before moving to the…

“Talata, are you even listening to me?”

“Of course Mba! This past week has just been so busy, I don’t even know where my phone is. And my assistant said nothing about any calls from you.”

“Every day assistant this, assistant that. I cannot call my daughter directly anymore? Your mother must be turning in her grave. I’m glad she went first. It would have broken her heart to have to book an appointment to meet with her daughter!”

It was really funny how her father still had this much of an effect over her. She was over forty, for crying out loud! He was one of those fanatic Catholics. Strong in faith, and even more resilient in religion. He had almost cut her off after her divorce. Because a Christian woman does not get divorced. “You are married to your work, how can you marry man?” 

She had to get him out before Teju woke up. Or it would be a disaster!

“Daddy, what’s happening in Accra?”

“I cannot visit my daughter? Talata, I am alone in the North. You refuse to visit. The least I can do is visit once in a while?”

To her stark mortification, Teju walked in holding pancakes. “Baby, pancakes?”

At least, he was fully clothed.

“Daddy, it’s not exactly what it looks like.” She had no idea what to say.

“Papa, meet Teju. He is the man I talked to you about. We’re planning to get married. He came in this morning to make me breakfast, because I’ve been so busy I forget to even eat.”

Almost suddenly, he seemed to light up.

“Teju. Sounds like a Nigerian name.”

“My grandparents were Nigerian Sir. But my parents, God rest their souls, were both from Ghana.”

Even Talata did not know that.

“Sir, I will set the table, please join us for pancakes. We cannot have a good conversation without food.”

Was Teju suddenly some sort of actor?

“We have been planning a trip to the North sir. We will definitely make it once this work phase goes through for Talata.”

Her father seemed pleased. Somehow Teju had fixed the situation without knowing exactly what the situation was.

Talata felt like she was living in a movie. Had she missed something?

Ato… you know you should never have been a pastor. Coming from a lineage of pastors does not compel you to be one.

This was the constant battle in his head. A constant fight he had in his mirror. It was the battle in his head right now as his father tried to explain things to him.

He loved God. And he was grateful to Him. Because He was the source of the family riches wasn’t He? The church was how they lived, and they lived very well!

But he loved women too.  Settling on just one was his parent’s idea. Marriage had never been a thing for him. Why stick with one, when you know full well you cannot live with just one?

He had been discreet about his relationships in school. So even though he had been a youth leader at his Father’s church, he had multiple women lined up in different places all the time.

The church work was not for him. He had tried to reason it out with his parents so many times. It didn’t seem to make sense to them.

So he did the work they wanted. And got his knacks on the side too.

He only got introduced to the Agency, and surprisingly, it was from blackmailing one of his father’s lead Elders. He claimed he had stopped, but

So in the past six months, he had tried four different women. All beautiful. All very sensual. The agency explained to him that he could always choose a new one. If he ever felt the need to settle on one too, that was an option. He doubted he’d settle on one. The point was to have multiple.

“Ato. We suspend people so that others will not learn from their sins. So that they will openly repent of their sins, and then change their ways!”

“Daddy, the only thing you’re succeeding at is having people hide their sins better! Knowing that the church will degrade them for sins, they ensure they’re not caught! Do you think the rate of sins have gone down because of your famous suspension? Of course not. They have all just gotten so good at hiding the sins!”

“When you humiliate wounded people for doing the wrong things, they don’t stop doing the wrong things, they learn to hide them better!”

It was such a perplexing situation. He had never understood it. Yet his father stood by it, because his father had done same, and same with his grandfather before that.

He’d learnt awfully early that if he hid his sins properly, his parents wouldn’t find out. He had been great at keeping his infidelities a secret. And he could only imagine how many in the congregation were living his kind of life.

He thought back to the last girl he’d had at the agency. A thick girl with a Liberian accent. She had a nose piercing and a belly button piercing that turned him on instantly!

She had handled him so well, he was so close to tears when he finally came!

There was no way he was letting go of the agency. It was a perfect fit for him, and he knew it couldn’t be just him. For all he knew, half of the presbyters used The Agency!

“Mba… hu etila bin kala?” – Father what are you doing here? (Frafra, a Ghanaian language)

Mba – Father