Feeling
bored, Sam picked her phone and called her friend Shelly. She was caught in the
busy Lagos traffic and she cancelled their appointment for another time as they
both agreed they were getting old and tired. She smiled and stood up to leave
when the rumpled newspaper caught her attention as she picked it up and convinced
herself that it was of importance to Kojo or maybe she just wanted to see him
again. What she felt for him was strange, she could not place it. He struck her
as someone who was confident and had lot of control but a phone call changed
everything as he turned feeble and looked lost. Suddenly it hit her that he
reminded her of her dead son. She blinked her eyes as she tried hard to fight
the tears now streaming down her face and left the lounge to go home.
Kojo
drove straight to the hospital and asked for his personal physician. He spoke
to him in private, fear written all over his face as he explained himself. He
was scheduled for a test immediately and was asked to come the next day for the
result.
Back in the
house Kojo paced up and down trying to calm him he reached for a bottle of
brandy and took a gulp. The sting piercing down to his spine he fought hard to
sit on a couch and wondered how he got himself into this mess. It started when his mother died and his largehearted father took another wife whom had children from previous marriage. From
age twelve he had been abused sexually by his step mother and he could not
talk for fear. This secret pain he lived with till he had the courage to flee
from Ghana to Nigeria in search of a better life. In Nigeria he got noticed as a handsome young man and was used as male escort for society women. He turned down offers
of romance from them as he had come to hate women. While struggling to
establish himself as a professional photographer he needed funds and he was
approached by a guy named Donald. Donald later turned out to be his close friend and introduced him to a thriving business so long as one can keep his mouth shut
………homosexuality. Growing desperate with need he
decided to give it a try after all he had lost all interest in feminine folks as they
all strike him as vultures. He was to be introduced to another client today by Donald his
supposed pimp when he called to inform him that senator Williams one of his
former clients was found dead in his bathroom. He wrote a suicide
note telling the world he had lived secretly being a gay man and found out
from the doctors he had A.I.D.S, he decided to put an end to his miserable
life. His political career was having a downturn as he had been called back
from his constituency, following allegations of his homosexuality that was
becoming so evident.
Kojo took another swig and smiled shakily at
himself. He was at a risk of having the disease himself, he had vowed at the
beginning of this year to be celibate but could not turn down the greens. Suddenly,he felt a
touch on his hand and remembered Sam. Her touch was heavenly, smile was
contagious and her pain was evident. His pulse quickened as he remembered the
horoscope section again and looked around for the paper. “I must have forgotten
it” he said and smiled as he relished the thought of seeing or talking to Sam
again. Maybe God was finally answering his prayers.
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