MY VIRGIN ROMAN SISTER

The door bell rang for three conservative times. So I quickly run from the kitchen to respond to who ever it may be. Oh! Woow it was Sister Esenam the new Roman Sister who has been brought to serve in our parish. She opened her arms wide to embrace me but out of shyness, I couldn't return that warm gesture. I only tried by faking a hag which from her facial expression, I realized it didn't go down well with her.
Hummm Bro Djem you smell very good and I really like it, she exclaimed. I was already leading the way to the hall so she followed and I offered a seat. Sis Ese please what will you care for? I asked. Okay do you mind if I join you in the kitchen? She also quizzed. So I asked her to go into the fridge and help herself. Eiii woow Bro Djem you are a good cook too? She couldn't hide her joy.

I was then busily calculating the Pythagoreans theorem of an "Agushi" stew using a perpendicular axis of eggs and Salmon to solve an equation of a coconut oil rice. The aroma of the stew was so strong that it caused some flies to be in traffic behind the kitchen door for several hours. The same aroma casted a spell on one next door neighborhor (who thought she is the most beautiful and precious lady in the town yet she doesn't know how to even boil water) as though she was possessed to ask why I was making noise with my stew.

Within few minutes, the food was ready and Sis Ese helped to serve, offered her Holy Ghost motivated prayers and then eating begun. While eating, we defiled the concept of table manners and had a very interesting moments of conversation. We had a thorough engagement on how life had faired with each of us in the city before our return to that small town for different reasons and how far with preparations for the induction ceremony next sunday .

Now eating was over so she took over everything that has to do with clean up. Within a bat of an eyelid she was done tidying up the kitchen and arranged the couch in the hall so nicely.
Hmm I wish we could have all day long to ourselves and chat but time would certainly not be friendly to us. She expressed with so much concern as she drew closer towards where I sat opposition her.
Bro Djem please give me a hag before I leave, she said jokingly. This time around I gathered all the gentlemanly features of me and stood upright to welcome her warm chest. She drew near, this time very closer and hagged me.

To my greatest astonishment, she held me by the head and kissed me so deep and whispered into my ears, "Bro Djem I'm sorry but I just couldn't help it, I admired you from the very moment I saw you last two weeks, I always notice you around anywhere with how wonderful you smell, and you are the best I have met so far". She took off her lips which was close to my ears and kissed me over again but this time so deep.
All these while I was as rigid as an emotionless woman, the moment was so great and wonderful like the odoriferous nature of a flower. I really felt the moment because it's been very long time I had such an inexplicable experience.The feeling was so strong and uncontrollable as Hon. Nii Oko's Tractor in a demolishing exercise which can only be halted by Papa J's first warning and snubbing. The last time I remember having a feeling almost close to this was those days when my school mother use to corner me at a friend's room outside campus and indulge me in such a " kissing galore " way back in Senior High School.

As all these thought were running helter-sketer in my mind, she was also busy saying a lot of things which only passes through the windows of my eardrum and vanishes like a shadow in the dark. Now I heard her clearly asking me whether I liked what she did or otherwise, interestingly, this time she didn't call me Bro Djem but she called me "Nana". So I responded in the affirmative only with a wink of my eye.

Now the feeling kept growing stronger and deeper. With my right hand, I held her by the head and she quickly placed my left hand on her waist in a way I could get hold of her beads and butt. Now from below her waist I started playing with her body slowly and I could hear her making some slight interesting " beats". She held me very tight, close to her body. I also drew my lips closer to hers. Before my lips could land unto her very soft "promised land" (lips), I heard an extremely loud voice shouting "Herrr Nana Kwame it's already 7:30am and you are still in bed, won't you be going to church today"????

I woke up from bed quickly aahhh my goodness!!! So it was a dream. It was my grandma who was shouting my name all over the house to wake up and prepare for the induction ceremony for Sis Esenam and our new Parish Priest.
As for how I described my grandma in my head, the least I could say is that " She's a dream Killer". But I wouldn't give up on this because I'm a "dream chaser".

THIS IS THE INTRODUCTORY PART OF A FULL STORY "MY VIRGIN ROMAN SISTER" WRITTEN BY TETTEH DJEM BISMARK (THE MAN IN WHITE)