Gregory Donkor was a senior client service executive at Event Channel Limited, a leading Marketing Communications Agency in Accra. The company has many local and foreign brands to service. Greg as he was known in the industry was cherished as an Advertising genius, particularly when he led Event Channel to pitch and win the Shell Account in the midst of twenty equally qualified and capable companies. Many connoisseurs believed that he was on course to succeed the managing director of the company. Only time and destiny will tell. He was so passionate about his work that a typical day started at 6:00 in the morning and ran through 9:00 PM; sometimes beyond. He had profited from the perks and excesses that go with a swanky industry like Advertising and Public Relations. The industry required cosmopolitan outlook to life and mirrored how society had been ran. Indeed, money had flowed freely onto Greg’s hands, of which he had lavished on his little nucleus family.
Anastasia Donkor trusted her husband so much so that she would never believe anything that implicated her husband as a womanizer, rapist or a masturbator. Yet Greg had a problem. He had an insatiable demand for sex; something he has managed to control and hide from his wife over the years. By Greg’s status, it was disgraceful to jump from one woman to the other, particularly when he had made a vow at the church before God and man to behold and bestow Anastasia till death did them part.
Upon all these, every night, after every member of the household had gone to bed; Greg will go to the bath-room and with the aid of slimy liquid soap and water will play with himself until he reached orgasm and ejaculated. Everything with a beginning also has an end. Today Greg’s cup was full, when Koryo who after waited for Ama all day long fell asleep only to wake up in the middle of the night. She went to the bathroom to shower and to her uttermost dismay saw the nakedness of Greg, who was deeply engrossed in ecstasy masturbating. She wore a face of uttermost shock. She stood there motionless for a minute and turned to leave. It was then that Greg came back to himself and realised what has happened. He quickly pulled the cotton towel from a hanger to cover himself. He went straight to the bedroom door to peep through the key hole. From a bird’s eye view, he found Anastasia deep asleep and snoring. He went to sit in the couch at the living room brooding and thinking as to how best to handle the dilemma he found himself now.
He got up and went to knock at Ama’s door softly. He knew Ama was not there, since she did not come home the previous day. It was only Koryo who was inside the room. There was no immediate response. So Greg opened the door quietly and popped his head in to see Koryo lying supine half naked. He surreptitiously entered the room but Koryo switched on the light to expose Greg who stood there in stupor. He put his index finger on his mouth to indicate silence. Greg told Koryo to keep quiet. “Sssssh….Please, I have come in peace. Let us strike a deal.” Koryo was a bit shy and felt embarrassed to look straight at Greg’s eyes. “Oh Please, Mr. Donkor, suffice it to say that I was not there. I did not see anything. Life continues as it was before.” “Okay, Koryo, I understand where you are coming from. You were not there. Nothing took place and all that bla, bla, bla….But I want you to know that ever since I saw you with my daughter, I have had a thing for you. I delayed to tell you because I did not know how you were going to react to my proposal. Now that you have seen my nudity….” He removed her right breast from the brassier case and started cuddling and tickling her nipples. She felt some deep inner sensations all inside her body. In fact, left to her alone he should continue to tickle her breast even with his mouth, but if she failed to put a resistance, Greg might feel she was a cheap prostitute. “Please Mr. Donkor, it is not right for us to do this, particularly your wife and Ama my friend. I cannot look at them in the eyes. Please stop.” She attempted to brush his hand off and push him away but Greg was too strong for her. They struggled on the bed, which probably awoke Mrs. Donkor, who appeared from nowhere to find Greg and Koryo in an uncompromising posture. She shouted. “What? What is going on here? Abomination, Greg! I cannot believe my eyes. Greg! Greg!! Greg!!! Why?” Greg, in his state of confusion responded. “Please, Anas, take it easy. It is not how you are thinking…. I can explain.” “Explain, what? Explain what my eyes have seen right now? Greg, do not insult my intelligence.” Anastasia ran out in a massive emotional breakdown, as to whether she will expose her husband’s infidelity to their only daughter, her pastor and or witnesses who were present at their wedding, way back in nineteen ninety-six, was the concern of all.