Akaa & Alima VIII

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It’s been one of those years that has actually felt like a roller coaster. (The scary roller coasters, not the easy ones we go on because we’re tryna be cool). But thank God we braved it! No matter how bad it’s been, you’re here… and that has to count for something!

So cheers to an awesome new year… one better than the best years we’ve ever seen!

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Season’s Greetings, and a Happy Happy New Year!



Character Line Up (Because even the writer still gets kind of confused!)

The Agency – An 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 

Ato – A young church leader, who uses the agency’s services.

Amber – Ato’s wife.

“Young woman, please calm down… Please have a seat. Let’s talk about this. Take a deep breath.” She seemed like a reassuring doctor. 

The smallish nurse came and handed her a small cup of cold water. She gulped it down.

“How do you know you’re pregnant? When did you get the implant? How long have you had it for?”

She tried to calm down. 

It was a small hospital, and it didn’t look like there were any other patients. It looked like they’d have time for her.

“I’ve had the implant for about 3 years. I took a test this morning. I didn’t expect it to be positive. It was.” I peed into a small cup a few minutes after that and poured that onto four other test kits. All four turned out positive. I added water to what little of the pee was left in the cup and put it on the last kit. That one was negative. Which was good because I needed to show it to my uhm… my uncle.”

She stopped blabbering and took a deep breath.

Where did she go from here? Terminating the pregnancy was the first thing on her mind. But it was something she’d always thought wrong. Yet here she was considering it actively.

You’re a prostitute, Alima. Getting rid of a baby wouldn’t be your first immoral act!

If she left the agency, she would only be entitled to about half of the amount of money she was ideally entitled to. That would probably amount to barely twenty thousand cedis. If she managed some kind of lie, she could probably leave with about thirty thousand. She wasn’t even sure what she would do. Look for a job? She’d definitely have to rent a place. Where was she going to make enough money to sustain herself and a child? 

There was also no way she was telling Akaa. He would definitely notify the agency, and then forget about her completely. She didn’t want any of that. She’d been too stupid. 

“Miss… are you okay?” She’d zoned out for a little bit.

“Sorry… I am fine.”

The doctor examined her and repeated the pregnancy test right in the washroom in her office. She did a bedside ultrasound, to confirm that she was pregnant.

She was about eight weeks pregnant. It was definitely from the last time Akaa came to see her at the agency. 

She couldn’t imagine herself a mother. She didn’t even remember the last time she had seen a baby. They were loud creatures, constantly wanting everyone’s attention. 

“If I don’t want to keep it, about how much time do I have to… uhm, you know… to do that… thing?”

The doctor had a sad look on her face. “You don’t want to at least discuss it with the father?”

“I…He won’t…” 

Alima burst out crying. 

What was happening to her? She couldn’t even remember the last time she cried! 

The doctor handed her some tissue.

“There are some women who would love to have your baby if you don’t want it. I can put you in touch with some adoption agencies.”

“I’d like to keep the baby. But there are so many factors. In the event that I cannot go through with the pregnancy, when would I have to get it out?”

“Ideally, within the next four to six weeks, you should have made up your mind.”

She had a big decision to make. One day, her life was fine, and the next, she had to think of all this.

The doctor took out the implant in her arm before she left. 

The drive back was a lot worse than the initial drive. You could cut the tension in the car with a knife. Akaa tried to make small talk. But he could tell she was in a world of her own.

“Did she think it was anything else?”

“Uh, she changed the antimalarials, and gave me some multivitamins in addition.”

The silence returned.

They got to the house and Alima took a shower and went straight to bed. She felt as if the whole world was upon her shoulders.

Akaa took a shower and went downstairs to work a bit. It was a good thing he did, because she didn’t know how to face him. She’d fallen head over heels in love with him, and she didn’t know how he’d react to this. He would probably cut her off. She had to figure out a way to get rid of it, or to cut him off. 

What would be the right thing to do?  

She didn’t even have a life plan. And she didn’t want to be a woman tied down somewhere because of a man, or a child. Before she knew it, she was crying. Was this something that came with pregnancy? She had never really been a softy. Yet here she was unable to stop herself from crying. There was no way Akaa was going to want a baby with an escort. It did not make sense. Plus he would feel as if she did it on purpose, to trap him in some way.  She didn’t want any drama.

Akaa walked into the room just when she was trying to clean up all the snot on her face. 

“Hey… baby girl, why are you crying?” It just brought more uncontrollable tears.

Akaa held her in his arms and tried to rock her. He couldn’t for the life of her tell why she was crying. He knew she was feeling better after visiting the other doctor. And he knew she had been distant, but he didn’t understand where the tears were from. Was there something else wrong? 

When they got into the bed, she held him so tight, it was almost as if she didn’t want him to move.

Maybe there really was something wrong?

“Lina… shhh…. tell me what’s wrong? Please…”

“It’s nothing, really…” she had stopped crying enough to be coherent. “Just thought I was going to die, and I’m just happy I’m not.”

He felt somewhat relieved. Just didn’t understand why she was being so dramatic. Crying women were not his territory. And he hadn’t known her to be a cry baby.

He kissed her face, and her ears, and held her till she’d stopped crying. They fell asleep that way.

Teju and Talata were seeing each other more often now. There had been no talk about the marriage Teju had proposed, but the incident that weekend seemed to have bonded them in some strange way. 

She felt comfortable working while he was around. He didn’t seem to mind her falling asleep in his arms, buried in her work.  He wasn’t offended when she had multiple meetings. Not that he had a right to be upset. 

He learnt about her job, and asked questions about how things worked. 

He offered ideas when she needed them. It was a very comfortable situationship they had going on. 

“So what happens if I go on some work trip for three weeks and get so busy I forget to call you?”

“Well then I’d call you. Because if you’re too busy to call, you’re probably too busy to eat also. Somebody needs to remind you to eat… three square meals daily!”

She found it rather amusing, that a man close to ten years her junior was the person she was considering getting with. And at this rate she didn’t even know if it was for her or for her father. 

Yet didn’t her marriage start out great? What if Teju changed and became some person she didn’t recognise?

Well, if this energy changes, you can always get another divorce. What’s the worst that could happen?

The agency felt kind of drab for Adzo when she returned. She had been given some kind of high, and it was as if almost nothing could compare to it. She was constantly reminiscing the past two weeks. She had recounted every single detail to Nina and was waiting for Alima to get back from her own getaway so she could re-share the details. It was unusual of her to talk much about anything. Even Nina was wondering what had gotten into her.

If that was what it felt like to live life, then that was exactly what she would do. She would finish her time at the agency, and leave, and plan her life properly. She probably had about two to three years or so, after which she would be entitled to enough money to set her up for life. 

She knew Anto was only there for knacks, and she didn’t believe for one minute all he said about his wife. Unlike Alima, she didn’t plan to fall in love with any agency man. 

Men were different beings when sex was on the table. When responsibility is added, they could switch up real fast. She knew that.

Ato had stayed home for Amber. He knew how to play his cards well, and he didn’t want any more accusations from her.  So when he was sent to represent the church at a retreat, He jumped at the opportunity! He was generally not too enthused about it, but it was his job, and he needed some reason to get away. So, he went. 

Although it was a week-long retreat, he had taken an extra week for what he called a ‘personal retreat’.

His personal retreat was at the agency.

He chose Nina. It was his second time choosing her, and it kind of surprised him. He had planned to have different women each time, but Nina had caught his eye. She reminded him of one of his exes. She was really the girl that got away. For some funny reason, every guy around his age had one of those… The girl they were stupid enough to let get away. Her name was Sharon, and she showed him what actual love was. 

She was not the typical Ghanaian girl that was there only to be taken care of and spent on. She took care of him well. She didn’t overdo it though, the way the church girls that liked him would come over and want to wash his clothes and cook for him and do all those things that made them assume he would choose them.  

She would send him thoughtful things. She’d motivate him to apply for some position and read over his documents. Occasionally she’d cook. If she asked him out on a date, she’d pay for it. One time she picked up his car and had it detailed and fuelled. If she wanted him to do something, she would tell him. There was no mindreading or guesswork in that relationship. It made it easy to love her. When he spent on her, it didn’t bother him much, because he knew she wasn’t only offering him sex and food, while expecting the most from him. 

But he’d cheated on her, with some choir girl. She found out, confronted him, and left him without a word. She was the most sensible girl he’d had. 

He didn’t even know where she was in life. But he wished he hadn’t been stupid with her. He realised too late that she should have been the one for him. He apologised for over six months, asking that she come back, and all the while still screwing that choir girl. 

It was the last night before she headed back to the agency. What was supposed to be a weekend had turned into over two weeks. She woke up every morning with a reminder that there was a life inside her. She still hadn’t figured out what to do. Was it going to be a boy? Would he look like her father? Was it a girl? What would she name it? Would she even have it in the first place? 

The awkwardness between her and Akaa had chipped away little by little. And although things weren’t back to what they were, it felt a lot better than before. 

And just when she thought maybe she could discuss it with him, maybe have the baby and give it up for adoption, he told her they needed to talk. 

“So…I’ve decided to take a break from the agency.”

Was he joking? 

“We… we both seem to be getting to a point of no return. We’re falling in love… actually, we’ve fallen in love.” He paused to clear his throat.

“And I don’t think that it is fair to either of us. This was meant to be a short-term agreement, and it can’t go beyond that. We’re pushing it.” 

His voice was low, and he was avoiding her eyes. 

“You deserve love, Lina. You do. Love that is uncomplicated and reciprocated. You deserve someone who is completely sure of you. You deserve to be someone’s first choice.”

“Although it’s been close to a year, I don’t know you too well. And maybe that’s a good thing. Because if I did, then maybe I’d walk out on my marriage. I’m falling in love with you, and I wouldn’t know what to tell Dionne.”

It felt as if she’d been dipped into an ice-cold pool.

“So, I cannot tell when next I will be seeing you…

“Or if I will be seeing you ever again…”

She was genuinely at a loss for words. The universe, or God, or vibes, whatever or whoever was in charge of her life, really had an interesting sense of humour.

For a split second, she contemplated telling him. A very long split second. 

But she couldn’t. 

He had been great to her. And he had been truthful too. He didn’t really owe her the truth, but he’d told her anyway. He didn’t just ghost. And he was actually right. Falling in love was already a useless, dangerous venture. And then she didn’t want it to look like a trap. She’d been stupid enough to fall in love with him. She was not going to complicate it.

So right there, she made her decision. 

“Okay… well then…”

Her words were refusing to form.

“Make love to me… please.” 

She was surprised that those were her first words, but she was glad his resolution had made her come to a sensible decision. For some silly reason she felt very light. Her heart beat faster just thinking about the tiny human inside her. Her tiny human. 

“Are you okay?”

It all felt really different this time. She looked him in the eye as if she wanted to be able to see his soul. He kept looking away. He did hold her a bit closer than he usually did though. She could tell he was drifting away from her. Much as it cut her deeply, she knew it was for the best.

They made love in a very different way. It really felt like nothing they’d ever done.

That night, the lovemaking, it felt like goodbye. 

Akaa & Alima IV

It’s been an interesting month already! Of course, October is always the best month – It’s my birthday month! It’s also breast cancer awareness month! So please let’s all #getthetittieschecked!

This month, we’ve all seen the terrible things going on in our sister country. I stand in solidarity with our Nigerian family, protesting for life – something we should never have to beg for! We should all stand with them. We pray the government somehow sees the light and comes up with a way to #EndSARS and #EndSWAT!

Now… As my birthday approaches (22/10, in case you were wondering, lol) You’re going to be able to pre-order Perspectives! Yes, I’m beyond excited! Also, I would be so happy if this month, you could share both Perspectives and Akaa & Alima with everyone you know! Let’s talk about it everywhere! And as always, I look forward to all your comments, feedback, critique, etc. 

Hugs, kisses, and birthday expectations,


Character Line Up (Because too many people are getting involved, and a lot of us are kind of confused!)

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

Adzo, Naana and Alima got close while learning to manoeuvre themselves at The Agency. Alima was always the blithe girl that everyone loved. Adzo was quiet. Almost too quiet. But she was a great listener. Naana was like the middle ground between the two of them. She was not exactly Alima’s happy-go-lucky kind, and she was certainly not Adzo’s overly calm type.  

In the beginning, they were all quite oblivious to their fates. They assumed they’d come to school. With time though, they figured it out. They weren’t exactly averse to it though, because they enjoyed each others company, and the people at the Agency were actually lovely. Plus the men treated them well. 

And even though they were considered close, they really knew nothing about each other’s pasts. 

Lately, Alima was constantly dancing on and on about her one client. It was pretty pathetic watching her, seeing how she was somehow falling for some idiot who had a home and a family, yet still required their services. Actually, it was sad to watch. The had been warned against falling in love. Naana had tried to talk her into her senses. Adzo had used her eyes as usual, to communicate in that way that all three girls understood. But Alima was besotted!

Talaata was a force to reckon with! When she walked into a room, not only did she ooze charisma, her fragrance preceded and remained long after she’d left. She smelled of gardenias and something people could hardly place. It was ‘Rich Aunty Oud’ she always had on.

She was tall and beautiful, with the high cheekbones of a model, and quite a bosom! Her backside was not exactly her strongest feature, but she had wide hips and moderately thick thighs that gave her a very statuesque look. And she flaunted it with every opportunity she got. She enjoyed wearing accentuating clothes and jewellery, and her closet contained shoes that could probably build a mansion!

She didn’t mind at all being the centre of attraction. She was quite young (depending on your individual understanding of the word, and considering her achievements), energetic, and very successful. And she was one of the sweetest, most stylish people. 

She was a computer engineer, who had branched out into business. She owned two firms that worked on production and assembling of computers and providing parts that were difficult to find in the country. She owned another firm that provided software to multiple banks and other financial institutions. She’d done very well for herself. She worked hard. Very hard. 

The few women in her industry were mostly robotic, ‘try to be like a man to fit in’, kind of women. And she detested that. She was not one to be found in a boring grey suit – the hallmark of most of the women in her field. 

She started using the agency when she turned forty. It was her birthday present to herself. She’d tried a few relationships since her divorce, but none of them seemed to understand the enormity of her work. She’d done a few younger boys, and much as that worked well, they always seemed to want something more. She didn’t mind getting them all they needed. Rent? A car? Some fees here and there? The latest phone or PlayStation? That was never a problem. She just needed a clear head and availability, without pressure, stress or a blabbering mouth.

There had been one young man though, who had almost won her heart. He was great! A medical student who didn’t have too much time on his hands to be wondering if she wanted to go out every weekend. He was hardly demanding and was a very simple gentleman. It worked well for both of them, because the sex was great, and the company even better. But she had to end it when he mentioned a girlfriend. He had met someone at school and was ready to take it to the next level with her.

 It was fun while it lasted, but she could take care of herself.

Just before her fortieth, Talaata decided she was done taking care of herself – not necessarily in every sense of it, but her toys couldn’t hold her at night, and her weighted blankets could definitely not whisper sweet-nothings into her ears. Her money couldn’t buy her a listening ear, or a shoulder to lean on.

It was interesting though, how many of her married or dating friends complained. 

“The sex is crappy, he barely lasts two minutes. (And that had included foreplay, she said) and when it’s done, he’s usually not interested in a second round. His head game is weak, and honestly, he’s only out here looking to please himself. He doesn’t listen!” 

She tried to sympathise with them, but to some extent, she was often jealous that they had actual bodies warming their beds. So she took her life into her own hands, and jumped on the Agency’s wagon. She had absolutely no regrets. A year and a couple of months in, and she had a regular young man she saw weekly at the agency. There was also a special system in place that allowed him to meet her in town once in a while. She would have her driver (who had also been made to sign an NDA) pick him up, for a weekend when she didn’t have work. He was called Teju. Somehow, she knew that was an agency name, that he had an actual name. She didn’t care really. He was great in bed, had a proper sense of humour and could really cook! (He usually made breakfast when he stayed over, because she had her cook and helps take the days off whenever he was meant to visit her home.) His pancakes and French toast were to die for. His head game was a solid ten, and she had no scale to rate his stroke game. He was definitely everything she wanted, and a little more. It was a great arrangement!

Akaa was not thinking straight. 

He wanted to take Lina out. Out of the agency. For a week somewhere. She had seen so little in life, and he wanted to be the one to show her. 

It was not impossible, but the agency had such strict regulations concerning this, and their privacy documents and NDAs were quite excessive – in addition to a hefty insurance amount, to be returned only if the girl was brought back safely without so much as a scratch, as well as a substantial amount that was paid to the girl, as an allowance for the trip outside the Agency.

But he desperately wanted to. He hadn’t told her yet, but he didn’t think she would be against it. 

He had a whole week planned out in his head. They would go to his Ada beach house – that was his only property that didn’t have any caretakers. Once in a while, he went there to get a clear head. Dionne didn’t like that house. The shape of the swimming pool was not to her taste, and the dark-tile theme of the house gave her the heebie-jeebies. She preferred blush and gold themes. He’d allowed her to style their holiday homes in Busua and Elmina. And he’d done Ada and they’d both done Akosombo. So when she needed to get away, she typically went to Elmina. He went to Ada. And when they planned something with their friends, it was mostly at Akosombo.

So it was the perfect place to take her. He just had to take care of a lot of things at work, to be able to afford a whole week off. 

He was excited just thinking about it. And it gingered him to get so much done at work!

Anto needed an escort to an orthopaedic Conference in Germany. Much as Celine would have been the most ideal person, and it would have been a great opportunity to work on their marriage, he didn’t know how to see himself alone with Celine anymore. The kids made it easier. He wanted a fun trip – hadn’t had one in ages! He considered using his usual girl from the agency, but he remembered them mentioning the process involved, and he didn’t know if he was ready for all that. 

That weekend at the agency was amazing! Anna, his girl, was a very quiet one. It was almost as if the agency knew he needed peace of mind. Plus she knew exactly what to do to and for him. She would usually give him a really good massage and listen to him talk about work. He would explain some procedures as if she understood exactly what they were. She was a great listener. Celine would never even let him complete one sentence! 

It was always relaxing with Anna. He enjoyed holding her, gently holding on to her very full, very sensitive breasts, and kissing her all over, feeling her hands touch him everywhere. He loved her calm disposition, and how she looked him in the eyes whenever she went down on him. He loved it when she called his name just before she climaxed. 

“Danny…Danny!” That alone could make him nut!

He especially enjoyed how she lay quietly in his arms whenever they were done and totally spent. He would just kiss her neck and ears, and she would shudder and squirm many times, before falling asleep. He would wake up and either find her awake, in his arms just staring at him, or asleep – a quiet small figure in his arms. There were days when he would wake up to her kissing his chest, waking him up to early morning sessions. He genuinely enjoyed every single minute he spent with her. 

He was going to have to figure out a way to fulfil all the Agency’s demands. He was taking Anna with him to Germany.

The house was like something out of a dream. Alima had never seen anything like it. It had a long driveway, leading up to quite a big house. With a large, tall door, and many glass windows. The inside was what she imagined a fort to look like. The ceilings were high, and most of the décor and tiling were black and white. The monochrome effect gave it some mysterious look about it.

“I did the décor for this house. The simple black and white appeals to me… makes it easy for me to think.” He said, handing her some wine. 

He had picked her up himself in a rental car, and they’d driven through Accra, to Ada. It was the first time she was seeing the outside properly. He drove her through some beautiful places. She had to stop herself from asking where he lived. It would probably have dampened the mood. They had good conversation and good banter the whole ride. 

After pouring her the wine, he had to reply some emails. So she took a shower. The master bedroom was what anybody would dream of! There were beautiful paintings everywhere. Paintings that probably cost more money than she’d ever seen in life. The dark grey carpet was so soft, she imagined it would be what it felt like to walk on clouds! The bathroom had a sizeable shower place, in addition to a large bathtub. The mirrors were very elaborate. The balcony leading outside of the room overlooked the sea. It looked so intimidating! She had never actually seen the sea before, but she had imagined herself walking along the shores, with the wind running through her hair. The place just made her breathless!

She took a long shower, hoping he would take his time.

Dear God, or supreme being, if you actually exist, this is the kind of life I want to live when I leave the Agency. I don’t want to have to suffer. 

When Akaa returned, she was in bed, asleep. She was in a bathrobe; it looked like she hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep. 

He was actually smitten. He didn’t want to think about it much, because he didn’t know where it went from here. All he knew. Was that for the next week or so, he was going to have an amazing time – and ensure that she did too. 

Who knew, he could even decide to get her out of the agency, get her a place like this, and then ensure that she did all the things she wanted to do!

Akaa take your damn time! You are a married man, with children, responsibilities, and quite a good reputation! Don’t throw it away for knacks!

But it really wasn’t the knacks was it? He was in love. With a prostitute. Who did that? Who fell in love with the person they were only using to get what they weren’t getting in their marriage?

He took a shower to help clear his head. He thought and thought. Dionne could never ever find out about her. The best thing would be to actually forget about Lina. This is what he liked about this place. It really cleared his head. It gave him sense. 

She joined him in the shower. He had been so deep in thought that he only noticed it when she touched his back. His body responded even before he could process her touch. All the thinking flew out the window. He kissed her deeply, running his hands through her thick wet hair. Her hands roamed his whole body. Slowly, he pushed her against the cold glass pane, his lips travelling from her neck to her nipples and then all the way down. She was surprisingly already sopping… He made love to her multiple times that night, in multiple places, and multiple ways! There was no denying it. He was in love with her.

And it was not a one-sided feeling.