Ashawo Diaries (Tales of Adwoa Attaa) Chapter 37 (18+)

“If your superior has complete control over you, they can take off your ring through your shoulder”. This is a proverb my father liked very much. Lying helpless on someone’s bed without the knowledge of any beloved, this proverb came to mind. Billy could kill me to stop any rumours from circulating. He could easily find my true identity by just a picture search through the internet, so what was the point in hiding anything from him? I waited until he got a grip on himself after his laughter and told him everything about me. From my real name and where I really came from, to life in Kumasi to the Mexican trip and turnout, to bolting. I only downplayed Ntwanu’s role with his gang because I knew it was a matter of national security even in the United States. I also didn’t want to cause him any trouble.
Billy sighed loudly and left me by myself. I looked around the room and realized the only way out would be through the ceiling but there was no trace of an opening. There were no windows in the new room I was and I was too weak to try an escape. I could barely think. He came a little over an hour with some articles from Mexico about me. He was practically in tears. I had seen people care for me but hadn’t seen the ache and sympathy perfectly painted in the mirrors of his eyes. He had softened so much, knelt and took my weak body into his arms. He sobbed softly for a while and whispered into my ears “I will protect you. I will protect you even if it takes my last breath.” It was my turn to be shocked. I was fed and treated well but there was no sign of letting me go until he opened his thinking pods for me to pick my peas in choices.
“Either you choose to live quietly without going out ever or agree to a facial plastic surgery. The thing is, Attaa, the latter would be better”. I loved the way he mentioned my name breaking his two syllabic sounds in between the double “t”. It felt good being called by my own name after five years but it was heart-breaking, what he was presenting to me to pick a choice from. He further explained that there were easy ways observant people could see through disguises. So the more radical the approach, the better my life would be. He also quoted the internet mantra: The internet never forgets.
I wept that day. Thinking the face my relatives knew must change for my safety and peace of mind made me more miserable. “Would my family take me back? Would they accept me if I begged them with proof of who I am? How do I live with a face God didn’t originally give? Is it not a sin to altar the creation of the most high?” These questions flooded my mind but it was obvious I was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. I so wanted to talk to Ntwanu but at that point, couldn’t get through to him no matter what I did. So I chose the surgery. Even that, I thought it through so much. Won’t the surgeon squeak? Will Billy and I last forever? If not won’t it be risky entrusting this important way of escape in his hands? The pain was nothing I couldn’t handle knowing what I had endured in the past so I made up my mind to let it go.
I was in a towel after my bath when Billy walked in. Surprisingly, he turned instinctively when he saw me and apologized. I was in awe and I couldn’t hide it so asked him. “You’re someone I need to respect from now on. An inspiration I need to treasure so I need to give you your privacy”. This answer mesmerized me. I walked straight to him, held him from behind so tightly that he had to beg to breathe. He turned, I stood on my toes and kissed him with passion, tears rolling from my closed eyes. He froze at first, not knowing what to do but I ordered him to please me, to touch me, to satisfy the burning need I had for him and he yielded. It was one of the most passionate love I had ever made, from the bottom of my heart. We cuddled and ordered in meals happily presented by his cook, then he told me about the date for my plastic surgery and the surgeon contracted to work on me. I started shivering from within with a new surge of fear whose source I didn’t know. Billy held me tight.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 2018

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