Intro

From The Writer of
Love and Obsession
Lusted Love,
Tear Drop
My Woman- My Everything
24 Days to Christmas
Mansa
Pills N Potions
“Adzo” (The Untamed),
I’m Obinim
Broken Chain and Broken Chain Reloaded
Serpent’s Love
Agyemang
Mum’s Marriage,
Good Sin and Woara- Elton Nana Amoah comes another educative story “Red Apple”

“Red Apple”
–By Elton Nana Amoah

Episode One (1) – “Unforgettable Past”

“When am I ready to date? I asked my mother.
“Get your own car and house, then you can come and talk to me about dating” She answered. As much as she was making sense, I gathered that, my father got her pregnant during her high school days. They were both young and it was obvious that they were living under the care of their parents, so I wondered why she kept telling me that.
Well, there was this girl in my life, everyone knew about her though, Emefa was her name. We actually grew up together, the same school, the same neighborhood and even the same church. There was no way that I would tell you about my childhood days without mentioning Emefa. She was part of my past and virtually part of me.
People thought she was my sister and believe you me; I started believing in that even though I knew we were never related in any way.
Now, this is the problem. I can’t seem to be in a relationship with anyone, because, I always put Emefa first. Oh sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Selorm and I guess that’s all you need to know about me for now. That wass just by the way, where was I anyway…
Talking about being in relationship, I don’t know if I actually have feelings for Emefa or something. I have never felt like kissing her or even touching her. I just feel comfortable around her. We talk to each other every day, there is nothing going on her life that I don’t even know about.
I’m the first and last person she talks to when she wakes up and goes to sleep respectively. I knew her inside out and excuse me to say I even knew her favorite underwear. That was how close she was to me.
Our closeness could be related to that of lovers as well as family. You probably might think that we were some sought of friends with benefits. Yeah you are right, we both benefitted from each others comfort, time, and everything else apart from sex.
Even before Emefa would get close to me, I could tell her presence from a distance…I can go on and on. Well, I had my own car now, my own house, with a lovely daughter whom I named her after Emefa. My wife was currently away with the kids at my mother’s place.
I should have been missing my wife now but the thought of Emefa was all over my mind. I missed her; I miss missed the moments we shared together. How long has it been, just a year but even though she wasn’t here at the moment, I could still feel her presence.
Hmm, I kept asking myself, Why I’m still thinking about her even after I got married? Was it that she and I were meant to be or something? I remember there was this occasion that she came to my end. Both our parents were at work so we had the house to ourselves.
We decided to do an experiment on Titi, my pet. It was a dog though, we ended up giving Titi an alcoholic wine, after some few minutes, all Titi could do was just ran around the house barking at anything it’s saw. We were just soo scared that we stayed indoors till Titi fell into a deep sleep.
Today is 14th February, a very special day, a valentine day which doubled as Emefa’s birthday. The more I thought of her absence the more I drunk wine just to take away the memories. Just last night, when I was making love to my wife, I found myself thinking of her again. Was I that stupid or something?
I just couldn’t take it anymore, today was her birthday, I needed to see her, I needed to tell her how much I missed her, I needed to tell her how much I wish she was with me. As tipsy as I was, I got into my car and drove off in haste.
Strangely enough, I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or something, I could feel her presence even as I was driving, I could smell her perfume all over.
I began driving fast, not even observing any traffic rules, I just drove my way through. Driving close to 50km per hour. It began raining and the road became very slippery. Thank God I had safely arrived already. There she was and here I stood, standing right beside her Epitaph in this cemetery, with my body soaked in this rain.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood beside her tomb. How could she have left me like that? She was healthy, strong and ever since she died, there has never been a single day in my life that I have been happy.
I needed her back, I needed her. Even after a year, I still couldn’t accept that she was dead. I knelt down, and touched the tomb. “I miss you Emefa” I said.
“I’m sure she misses you too” Someone said right behind me. I turned around only to find this gorgeous looking lady holding a wreath.

To Be Continued.
© 2017

Links to available episodes

episode 2-4 (scroll down)

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7-9

final episode

“Red Apple”
-By Elton Nana Amoah

Episode Three (3) – “The Smell”

My wife just left to check who it was, and again, just when I thought I had had enough for the night, there stood this mysterious lady I met at the cemetery right in front of my door.

From where I stood I could hardly hear them talk, but their conversation didn’t last long. My wife then invited her in and offered her seat.

“Let me introduce you to my husband” My wife said. I decided to play along and pretended that I had never met this lady before. Apparently, from the way things were going, I guessed that my wife knew her. Right there and then my wife called me away from her so that we could speak in private.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but that’s my friend there, she needs a place to stay for the weekend and I was wondering if we could help her” She said.

There was something so fishy about this, I knew my wife to be the introvert type and her only close friend she had was Emefa, who I suppose was in heaven by now. My wife didn’t keep friends and that’s something I liked about her.

Maybe they were all mutual friends of Emefa, so I didn’t give it much thinking. But I just didn’t like the whole idea. It seemed my wife had already given her the go ahead already.

“I can’t say much for now, but take her to the guest room, it’s late now, I have to go to bed” I said as I quickly went to take my shower after which, I retired to bed.

I couldn’t sleep that night, I stayed awake thinking. Not anything in particular, but one thing was for sure, Emefa crossed my mind every now and then.

I was just tossing in bed, I looked at my wife who was beside me in bed, just to see her peacefully sleeping. It was about 2 am and everywhere was quite. Apparently, it was still raining and the temperature was unusually cold. Gone are the days when Emefa and I as kids would just rush into the rains with our underwear alongside with the other kids from the neighborhood to take our bath.

That thought alone got me smiling. No, this must stop, Emefa is dead and gone, she is no more alive, and I need to move on. Here lies my wife, and am just worrying myself over the dead. I had to do something. I looked at my wife and without thinking twice about it; I planted a deep kiss while she was still asleep.

Her lips began moving, then she eventually began responding, the mood was right, it was raining and the weather was cold. It was just a moment for us to do what married people did. She began breathing faster as the kiss got intense. Then she suddenly turned me over, she came on to top of me now and continued kissing me.

I loved it, I loved everything that was going on. I held her curvy waist as she pressed firm against my g---n. I was so hard now and I knew she could feel it. Still kissing me, I felt her hand in my boxers, she took my rigid manhood out and pushed it into her, and then she took control.

It was all her now, she kept rocking in circles, in slow motion as she knew what to do to please herself. I liked that about her, my wife was just bad to me. She was on top of her game. She kept rocking and rocking, eventually speeding up her pace. I knew she was about to c----x, so I began to hit her hard from beneath. Her moan grew louder as she finally climaxed.

I was still in her, then she rested her body on me with her head on my chest. Then suddenly, that perfume smell of Emefa came again. I smelled it everywhere.

“Do you smell that? I asked my wife.

“Smell what? Is something burning? She asked. It was obvious from her answer that she didn’t smell anything.

I excused her and went out of the room. The smell was way stronger now, I headed towards the living-room and to my surprise, the mystery girl was awake and was seated comfortably on the sofa. Though she was seated, she appeared to be very rigid and motionless.

To be Continued.

“Red Apple”
-By Elton Nana Amoah

Episode Four (4) – “If she was mine”

Though she was seated, she appeared to be very rigid and motionless. What was she doing here at this time; she was supposed to be in guest room. I went closer to her, touched by the shoulder; her body was so cold like a lifeless being. Then I noticed in her eyes that she was crying.

“Hey, what are you doing here, crying? I asked. She looked at me, straight into the eyes, it was obvious she had a lot of things to say to me but something was holding her back. Then, finally, she stood up right in front of me, still looking straight into my eyes.

“Selorm, I miss you so much” She said.

How was that possible, we just meet some few hours ago and already you are missing me? It doesn’t make sense. I thought I didn’t hear right and for that matter I needed her assurance on what she just said.

“Excuse me? I asked sounding really surprised.

“Emefa, I really miss her” She said.

That was how smart she was to quickly make it seem like she was talking about Emefa.

“You know, she will call this late just to encourage me, I told her my problems and she always knew the right things to say. She even knew what I wanted to hear.” She said.

Yeah, she is right, Emefa had this special gift of encouraging people. I always thought she would grow up to become a motivational speaker but she never lived to see that come to pass. She made me remember that side of her.

“Yeah, we all do miss her, but I really have to catch some sleep now” I said.

“You are right, see you in the morning” She said and began to walk away to the guest room. On a second thought, I thought this was the best moment to get to know her.

“Ermm, Its surprising that you are spending the night under my roof, but I don’t even know your name” I asked.

She smiled and walked towards, as if by looking into her eyes, her name was going to pop up like that.

“Your wife didn’t tell you? She asked

“I don’t think I would be asking you if she did” I said.

“Sorry, anyway, I’m Mary.” She said.

Mary? How weird, I wasn’t expecting her name to be Mary, she looked more or less like a Felicia or Cynthia and perhaps Naomi or Rita. Those are the names that are associated with daring ladies like her. Anyway, names don’t really depict someone’s attitude or character though.
“You named your daughter after her, right? She asked. That was a smart way to get my attention off the “knowing me, knowing you” segment.

I just nodded, I didn’t want to get too personal with her.

“I see, you know it would have been good if she was really yours” She said.

That freaked me out, what did she mean by that? “If she was really mine”, what was she trying to insinuate. It got me thinking, before I could ask her why she made that statement, my wife joined in.

To be continued.
I’m going to make it one episode per day