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THE SEX FACTOR

 

Franklin sits up, makes to watch television, can’t concentrate, puts it off and looks intently at the sleeping irritating goddess lying by his side. What at all is he going to do? He could stay with this girl and forget about fun and excitement but can certainly not promise he’ll have no regrets. He is a Ghanaian alright but maybe it was a mistake making him grow in the United States of America when the family heirloom was and still is right here. His father is a stern man who worked hard. In his heydays, his best defence was his brinkmanship; do this or you’ll regret it, I will disinherit you, I’ll disown you, I’ll throw you on the street and it always got Franklin to do what he wanted.

 ‘Maybe my curse is being the only male among three girls’ he thinks.

Not that he is unsatisfied with his life; his life is almost perfect, being the CEO of Asona Bank, the biggest bank in Ghana, why will he be dissatisfied? But somehow, the girl forced on her leaves a huge gap in her personal life and he can do nothing about it. The problem, she is too shy for her own good.

He accepted to marry her when he laid eyes of her. Her father happens to be one of the major shareholders of the bank and his father did not want to take chances. Either he marries the girl or forfeits his inheritance, he chose the former.

His first sexual experience was through seduction. His senior in high school, lured him to her room after she invited him for a visit, sucked him for minutes on end and rode him like a donkey. It felt like heaven, the oral bit, but the riding was both exciting and scary. He never spoke to the girl again, not that he did not want to,  he just felt odd any time he saw her.

His second was virtually rape, his flat-mate invited some girls for a party, he got tired so went to bed early. He felt some bothering movements and realised he was not alone, but before he could fully wake, there, on top of him was Liz, a hot white blonde holding his best part. He wanted to object but the girl was hot. She gave such great heads and was so gentle that he forgot about the first and dated Liz for some months. That ended on the rocks when he caught her on top on his friend.

The third was mutual, then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the twentieth and it went on and on and on until he lost count. He played many girls who never took it to heart. There, sex is not that big a deal. Here in Ghana, if you sleep with a girl and her family gets to know, you’ll be walking down the aisle the next week.

He was dating a French beauty before coming to Ghana, their relationship had to end because of the autocrat; his father.

Oforiwaa, his wife is a beautiful lady. Her shyness the first time they met was charming. He found her intriguing, found her innocence attractive, he found her hiding eyes a challenge, and instantly, wanted to stabilize them and have them look up without ever seeking to hide. Their weeding was one in a million. Only high ranked people in society attended. It was beautiful. After their vows, he held her hands and never let them go, hoping the lady will say a word to him, she never did. When their eyes met, she only smiled and quickly looked away. Somehow they never got the chance to go on a proper date. She always had one excuse after another. When they were left alone, she only said ‘yeses’ and ‘nos’. Readily agreeing to everything he said.

 

On the wedding night, it was just okay. He realised Oforiwaa was no virgin; she insisted the light should be off and lied on her back the whole time. He tried to prep her up, by treating her well with the orals, but she never agreed, that is something she could not do, his tongue in the little her is something she could never envisage. The day for him ended on a disappointing note.

He had sworn to himself never to cheat but started to cheat mentally. He got addicted to porn magazines, masturbated every night until he realised he needed help. He spoke to Jeff, his doctor friend who advised him to have a heart to heart talk with her. But any time he brought up sex, she found a way to run off. He didn’t know sex was that important in a relationship but now he is suffocating. He does not know what to do, he has made his secretary his sexual object and does whatever he wants to do with her. She too was that naïve but she was open to change and being a good teacher, has now turned her into a pro.

He decides to file for a divorce but does not want to send his father into an early grave. The old man is 70 years old now and easily gets infuriated. He picks his shirt and leaves for the Kulish bar. He calls his friends to keep him company and they start talking.

Kwaku has always lived in Ghana. He normally travels but never stays for long. His father, also a rich man, is of the view that Ghanaian values perishes at the hands of boundaries, so he will never let his children stay abroad for more than two weeks. Jeff on the other hand goes and comes. He is married to a sweet white woman.

They get talking and Franklin lays down his cards. He wants a divorce but does not know how. Their shocked expressions told him they thought he was committing a sacrilege just by mentioning it.

He told them of his sexual problems. Kwaku laughs and says;

“This is something about African girls and not only Ghanaian girls. Most of them were never given sex education. You know that situation where parents think it is a sin to mention even the names of the sexual organs when their children are around? So when a child points to his or her private part and asks what it is, a she will get, it is your ‘palace’ and a boy will get, it is your ‘leg or third leg’. When a child hears the right names from other children in school and mentions it to the hearing of his parents, he is beaten, starved or punished severely. Some are shamed to prevent them from repeating their ‘mistakes’. It makes the topic an intimidating one for the children even as they become adults, they grow up fearing the very mention of the name of body parts they have, more like monkeys hiding bananas and eating them only in the dark”

Well this is the first time Frankin is hearing this. He is a Ghanaian, but has always lived abroad, never had the opportunity of talking sex with his mother who was a workaholic before her demise.

“So what am I supposed to do? Live in an unhappy marriage because my society turned our ladies into dummies in bed?” He asked.

“Yeah, that is really scary. I can’t imagine myself in that situation. For me, good sex in the night makes my day, it puts me in the right mood always. Sorry brother, this is really unfortunate. Have you tried talking about it?” Jeff asked

Upon Franklin saying he’s tried, they all give up and try to cheer him up. Jeff suggested he hangs on until his father kicks the bucket, then he can opt out if it will not affect his company.

Franklin thinks of the hypocritical world we live in. how can people love something, do it all the time and pretend to hate or abhor it? Not that he wants them to sing its song but why can’t they enlighten them in their teens?

Such heart-wrenching situations probably only happens in Africa, cruelly subduing the passions of the youth, through harsh psychology. A spoilt child will be a spoilt child no matter what. Is finding out they have been deceived not a catalyst for many bad behaviours? He thanks his friends and tells Jeff, his advice is not a bad one. He will wait to see what the future holds.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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