NTWANU. Content takes precedence over branding but the branding which hosted my Ntwanu was scary. He had turned into a white man. Every part of his body clearly showed he was white. There was no trace of a black man on him, yet he spoke like my Ntwanu, held me like my Ntwanu, acted like my Ntwanu. There were so many questions running through my mind. Questions for which I knew might be difficult for him to answer. But as I calmed, I realized he wanted the mute me to ask those questions. “Not here” a voice in my head echoed.
“You look tired and even sick. And what is worse, your cartel will be looking for you even at the airport to take you out, so I will take you to a secret location and find a way to get you out of here.”
A part of me felt safe, the other part felt stupid. He mentioning I was in a cartel made me feel like a junkie. He gave me a pill to take to help with any pain, fed me water in his usually caring way and tucked me well in the seat to sleep. As the vehicle moved, so did I into a very deep and refreshing sleep.
I woke up on a queen size bed in a very cold room. The air-conditioning was a bit too much for me but some spots on my body burned to relegate the cold I felt to the background. I opened my eyes to see Ntwanu scratching the parts of my skin that had the rashes and smearing some ointment on them. There was an injection kit there so I realized he had injected me but I still did not utter a word. I just looked at him, maybe with a flinch here and there.
“Sorry I woke you. Just tending to your rashes. Looks serious. Wouldn’t want that flawless skin to be destroyed by these demons. Well, you will need to do your morning rituals and eat. You’ve not had anything to eat for almost three days now”.
The look on my face might have told him I did not believe him. But the clock on the wall told me he was telling the truth. I had slept for almost three days. I felt weak but definitely refreshed. He showed me to a fancy bathroom, gave me a toothbrush with toothpaste on its soft brittles and massaged my legs as I brushed. It did feel so good. I felt like I was in heaven but didn’t feel like talking with the angel. Bathing was hellish. Every part of my skin which was scratched burned like fire. But distance had brought shyness between Ntwanu and I so I kept my cool. In any way, that pain was the least I had felt. I even knew the taste of a bullet. Food was refreshing. From the orange juice to the toast, the cocoa drink to the omelette, everything tasted superb.
He switched on the television to see my picture fully on screen, wanted for murder. I was startled but he was not. Ntwanu chuckled and was about to change the channel when I told him to stop, my first word to him. He did leave it there, came back to sit with me, held me, planted a kiss on my forehead and told me he expected them to do that. According to him, they were just trying to fish me out because I knew too much. Alejandro, according to him, might be in a torturous mode just to break him to get you. He quickly added that Alejandro could not be broken because he did not know him and did not know where we were. We were somewhere eight hours from my station. Everything scared me. I felt horrible thinking I had brought harm to Alejandro. He was a bastard but definitely one of my best buddies who made me sane.
“How do I get out of this place then?” I asked almost in a whisper.
“Easy. Just trust me. I will go to town and get some few things done. I will be back before you know it. I will get you out of here in a week.”
The tone of that scarred me. Sounded more like a dangerous orgy. Watching television bored me to death, especially when my wanted advert paraded my pictures on several channels, so I switched off the television and went ahead to explore the place. It was a beautiful place. An ultra modern kitchen, a very large hall, several decorated rooms and added bathrooms, a classy gymnasium but there was no window and no door leading out. There was absolutely no one there but myself. I felt imprisoned. Luckily, Ntwanu came early and I felt safe again.
“There seems to be no windows nor doors leading out.” He laughed for the first time and even his teeth were different but beautifully arranged.
“Do you realize this is the first real question you’ve asked me? I was beginning to wonder what had happened to my fierce girl. We are underground. This is the safest place for you to recuperate your strength. And don’t worry about leaving here, I will change you so much even your cartel members won’t know you.”
“I was not into drugs, you know?” I said getting angry for nothing. “I am not saying you were into drugs honey. I was almost always around you. I travelled with you here as one of your girls but got out my own way. I even served you before in that house. I know all that you did and know you had nothing to do with the drugs part. But that organization is a drug cartel, the biggest in Mexico.”
I started shivering, then my mind told me whatever I feared was not in the room at that particular point in time so I should definitely relax. Ntwanu climbed into the bed besides me after supper. Funny enough, I didn’t feel like doing anything with him and he didn’t try anything either. He just looked at me as I pretended to watch television. It was a new feeling. There were bubbles of flutters in my heart, in my stomach, maybe even in my soul but my head told me how dangerous he was and warned me to be careful with him.
Three days were all I needed to be fresh and new again. My skin healed so fast, my strength was back. The gym showed how great I had gotten. I had gotten used to he changing like a chameleon. Ntwanu took off all my clothes after my bathroom rituals and started putting something soft on my body. It felt sticky but cool. After he was done with whatever he was doing, I felt like a new person. Standing in that mirror, I looked like a US citizen with my hair and all. He transformed me like a pro and I was in awe. He took a picture and applied for my passport through someone. Within two hours, my passport was ready, together with all the cards I needed as a US citizen, including my green card. Then he took me out through a lift. The lift brought us into a two bedroom apartment which looked like one built in the sixties. Although neatly decorated, it did not have a fragment of the luxury that its underground had. He showed me to the place and I marvelled. Nothing showed it had an underground but every part of that building was like an escalator. All it took to work was its very complex language or sign codes.
We rode freely and went to the airport. We had nine hours to board so decided to tour the place. We went as far as my girls’ dormitory and none was able to identify me. I asked for one of the girls I knew had travelled and mentioned one of her lesbian friends. I was emboldened after that. I laughed heartily after we left there to the pleasure of Ntwanu who asked that I called him “Manor Karl”. My name had changed into Vivian Vevoda. The flight to the US was okay and I felt relieved that I was not detected hiding within myself. Winter welcomed us to my horror and caged us in Ntwanu’s room for days. No clothes could make me feel better. Even the lighted chimney felt like an ice place. So on the second day, I tiptoed from the bathroom and blindfolded him from behind. He raised his hands in mock surrender and slowly turned to face me leaving my hands around his neck, bended small so that he looked right into my face. He was him and I was me. I saw a thousand beautiful flowers and felt the best air, yet I was gasping. I was completely mesmerized and he knew it. I waited for a while to have him kiss me but he just kept on looking at me and so I gently pressed my lips onto his as he closed his eyes drawing me in. Anticipation was turning into reality as passions simmered in our love’s pot.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 2018
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