Chapter Eighty – Not All Bad B*s Wear Booty Shorts

There exists at this moment, a young man by the name of Kwabena Ansah. The latest victim of a certain young lady’s conquests. Rihanna sang a song in the year 2016 titled “Needed Me”. There she confessed that the n* in the song was just another one on the hit list. Well then, Stephanie lived by these lyrics like her life depended on it.

I have always wondered and indeed it has always intrigued me how a woman, even a man, can make it a point to sleep around with multiple people at a time. First, how are you finding all these people to be willing participants? Especially because I would think that after finding out that a specific person has been sleeping with so many others, one wouldn’t want to be added on to that list.

But then again it could be a thing of curiosity. What does this person have that they’ve been able to procure a lengthy track record? Let me also taste of it.

Second, is simply why? Why would you want to sleep with a varied list of people? You’re not even twenty-five but the list of people who have seen you naked is more than your age. What can even merit this form of sexual perversion?

Well, I know I sound harsh and judgmental. I simply cannot comprehend it. You’d have to forgive me if you fall within this category.

Anyways, I am talking too much. I am essentially trying to say that because I don’t understand that entire system, I can’t explain to you why Stephanie was on her rampage – only that she was – and also that her latest victim was by the name Kwame Lutterodt.

Why, yes indeed, the very Kwame who was now on the straight and narrow. Victim number ten of a list of brothers gathered under the pastorage of one sweet Pastor David. Men of the Word who swore chastity in solidarity with their brother Joseph, victim of Potipher’s wife. Yes, those nine men, were about to add to their ranks, another brother.

I told you that the devil had sent forth a demon. A well trained one for that matter.

So, our victim was in his room, listening to an Apostle Joshua Selman sermon while reading some notes he’d made in class earlier when there was a knock at the door. There was Stephanie with a cheeky grin.

“Hi, Brother Kwame. Sorry, I mean Kwame. How are you?”

Kwame responded, opening the door for the sister to come in.

“I was in the area and then I remembered that I had some questions from our last Bible Study that I wanted to ask you. Are you busy?”

“Not at all” Kwame opined, “I always have time for a member of my Bible Study”. You fool.

Daintily, Stephanie sat and Kwame joined her.

*

Carl sat across from Boateng, looking at him sorrowfully.

“Do you want me to say some for you?” Carl asked empathetically.

“I think there’s no use at this point, guy. I’m so angry with myself. Like I messop o” Boateng said, bowing his head.

“Guy, the woman likes you. Just give it time, she’ll change her mind.”

Carl’s words did offer Boateng some comfort. This had been their little ritual all vacation till now. Carl would comfort Boateng while he wallowed in self-pity.

Carl couldn’t help but think how down-bad Boateng really was. He thought he had been heartbroken when Angela left and the relationship ended but Boateng showed him that anything he was going through was child’s play.

*

Mara was still very much livid from Lara’s confrontations. She didn’t appreciate the way Lara made her seem dumb almost as if without Lara the business wouldn’t be standing. Yes, Mara had faced some issues in the beginning but even without Lara’s help, she would have certainly figured out a way to solve those problems.

It was her business. Her business idea. So why should Lara now be the one to call the shots?

Lara on the other hand was livid for her own set of reasons. Her parents finding out about her business had impressed them in a way that Lara was unfamiliar with. If Lara could grow the business and push it to even greater heights, there was no telling the joy that she’d bring her parents. It was frankly annoying that Mara’s silly decisions could get in the way of everything.

Both parties in my opinion are wading in dangerous territory. First off, Mara was being silly. The fact the business was her idea didn’t mean that she didn’t owe any accountability to her partners and investors.

Then, Lara was also in the wrong because that small business was not the key she needed to mend the relationship with her parents. Even if it became as big as Amazon, there were underlying issues that it just couldn’t solve.

*

Kwame excitedly poured over the scriptures with this seemingly lost sheep – more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. As he cross-referenced scriptures in response to Stephanie’s carefully curated questions, she inched closer to him looking intently into his eyes. Her eyes did not waiver even though Kwame was too engrossed in the Word to notice.

Fortunately for the enchantress, he did eventually feel her burning gaze and looked at her. He immediately got sweaty and nervous with the way her pupils burned into his face.

“Are you paying attention?” he asked. He had meant to say it jokingly but it came out as though he were confused.

“Yes. I am trying to but I am just now noticing how handsome you are and it’s distracting me” she replied with a giggle. She did not stop herself from getting closer until not even a breath could pass between the two.

Kwame’s mind was racing. For one thing, she was his type to a tee. He may be a man of God now but he was still very much a man. Stephanie puckered her lips and leaned forward. Kwame felt himself leaning in. leaning. Leaning.

As the distance closed between their lips, Lara flashed before Kwame’s mind and all the mistakes he’d made then. He also remembered himself crying at the altar. It’s amazing how his mind could play out that movie for him in that fraction of a millisecond.

He grabbed control of himself and moved away, scrambling hurriedly to his feet awkwardly. “Stephanie, I hardly think it’s appropriate for us to do such” he observed. Stephanie caught herself and didn’t bother to feign embarrassment.

“My apologies. I let temptation overcome me” she said, standing to her feet. Those apologies were anything but because she did seem to want the temptation to overcome her.