LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

BOBBY

A slacked mouth Mansa took specious dread incited careful strides backwards to coil in the corridor of the house. she was scared to her wits end. leaving herself at the mercy of the bare skies in such a spiritually induced terrible weather condition was a suicidal move. For a lady with her sparse but verified knowledge of these kinds of traditional occasion, she was fully aware people with evil intent were unceremoniously punished by being hit by the pure lightening to death sometimes. Looking back on her ideas recently? couldn't give her the confidence to maintain her pinpoint. she could not help but reach out to safety first before report; in case Jane asked why she changed her location. she might be a victim to some form of manipulation for all you know, yet was not exempted from godly retribution. That conclusion was solely left to the gods discretion. Although, the gods were known to be fair in judgement but could also be merciless. Whiles Togui stood a few steps ahead of Jennifer still chanting,moving around in a dazed movement. Jennifer sat still without moving observing everything take it course gradually without a hint of fear in her. It was as if another person sat out there in her body and not herself. She did not dislodge at the blood chilling heavy thundering neither the blinding flashes of lightning which looked fatal should I touch anybody. Jennifer felt a pumped-up high, secured way like a drug addict who just had their shot for the time being, in those turbulent displays. Raiding of the fear she should have had. The swirling rounding gust of wind had performed it duty to the fullest maximum on her. Her fears alongside negative energy was already collected away. she was in all her element as the process of induction into the office of Queen motherhood took a full toll on her.

Bobby who had been awaiting the commotion in the abruptly developed weather without result became more self conscious. He wanted the atmosphere to either progress thus to rain or to clear up, only to suddenly realise none was taken place. The thundering most especially only became intense sending chills down ones rib cages, the lightening multiple stripes at the time was the order.

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He was currently in the small room provided the employer for the guards to station in, in front of the gate. Bob was buried in a magazine full of half to fully unclad women with big t**s, unnaturally pumped-up asses in various provocative poses failing to notice the drastic change in the atmosphere. He did perceived the bad change in the atmospheric condition alright yet the magnitude of it the space severity obscured him. To add to that, he was brought up in the village before he migrated to the city for greener pastures; this sort of occurrences was more prominent in the rural areas. An ominious feeling materialized in his subconscious.

It was either duel between two people vested in the art of spiritual prowess battling it out for supremacy or to settle the score. If this be the case casualties was a sure part of the equation however, controlled. "A display of prowess?" he asked himself.

That was not done on ordinary days such as the now but during festive seasons moreso not in an individuals compound? talk less of an estate! very unlikely. Disappointingly, there was no festival going on. Besides that, an individual could not have a festival by themselves; it had to be a communal something.

To the last not the least, not withstanding the most dreaded and only logical conclusive answer to the enigma before him was 'A Curse' finally taking effect. The cup of a culprit was eventually full! It was time or retribution. This was no joke but an extremely sensitive matter. Spreading it extremely strong griping arms like that of an octopus buttressed with the evasive ability of a decapitating screen mechanism to render the victim including all and sundry in close proximity to them lifeless. It takes a spooky smoky whirl motion pulling down all the trees standing tall with firm roots not considering innocence or culpability. Any yes! It is an associative destructive force.

His last suggestion got him shooting up from the seat he was pinned on like the first expel from a loaded syringe, which was aimed at pushing out the extra air well as clearing the needle for a clean shot.

"Eeigh! Dua bo? ↔️ Eeigh! A curse?" he exclaimed in cold sweat.

Indeed! The reminder cleared his thought of all the unrealistic conjectures he nursed at the moment looking at the pornographic material including dwindling his half hard on he had manifested in his pants. A curse was a deadly force to reckon with. The severity of the consequences of an activated invoked curse was no child's play. Should the vindictiveness of the wronged be deep boned. Everybody without omitting anything both living and non-living was served full unhindered!

"Yie! yie! yie!" (a traditional sorrowful mourn) he lamented. He don't want to die? It was an undeniable fact everything will return to ashes someday following the due process in its written time not before. He had not yet established his legacies. To think that a girlfriend was a luxury for him, then how about a wife? Not to mention children to carry his name and memory on after his departure. His bank account? he laughed at himself inside resentfully. He would be ashamed to call himself a man should the measure of the content in his bank account be the defining elements. Regretfully, he had not achieved his goal in this life yet and was hoping on the life he lived to eventually fulfill his dream. He might not be aiming for an over the top glamourous life but at least a reasonable independent life. "No! this was not right. It was basically the worst way to go to. Dying for another's sin or misunderstanding that's really cruel. He only prayed to survive it if truly he guessed correct. A melancholic heaviness took form in him making him reverse in memory; recollected his life way back in the village to the moment he departed till the present, did he engross his brain in with the dread of his assumption lurking right near.

BOBBY POV:

I have always been a shy decent young male in the village, who helped my fathers on his farm most of the time. My dream was to become one of the cocoa Akrakyes ↔️ renowned cocoa farmers in the community eventually. Considering I was the only male child with two younger female siblings, It was obvious I would inherit the most lands my father owned whiles my lazy nasty sister would only receive compensatory portions respectively. This had nothing to do with gender discrimination but their lack of zeal to help with work in contrast to my hardworking conduct. I planned to put the lands to good use should it be willed to me! That is. yes! I made my decision based on probability then and the tide was in my favor too. Nonetheless, I wanted my hard-work to be the proof of being the right choice. I didn't want to disappoint my father at any given chance. Unfortunately! I ended up doing that exactly! I set out working on my fathers lands as well as a few elderly men who i perceived as mentors since they were doing great in some of the crops i planned to cultivate in the future mainly Cocoa. I learned, was still learning, gaining knowledge on crops for tomorrow's sake. Little did I know, I would ditch that dream also end up in a self induced exile.

I was a filial son, followed the rules to the later and never made trouble for my parents. In fact other parents wished I was their son or their sons would at least emulate me. This made me lose favor in the sight of the younger generation which I wished was not so because, it made it impossible to have friends to hung with.

I was always used as a reference point in chastising them. To the parents I was a good role model to learn from whereas to their children I was an annoying weirdo demon of torment. Thinking back I was pitiful ... I was youth living quietly under the radar minding my business yet got hated on for doing me. When did I ever asked anybody to use me as a measure to their offsprings inabilities? 'Tears lined his face'

Did the harm they did me by constantly bringing me up where I wasn't supposed to be! in the first place in trying to do their wards good ever cross their minds? Did they ask my opinion or that of my parents before committing this sin? Why did I have to suffer shun for their sake? 'Bobby was very emotional now, some of the pain he bottled up within for years was bared.'

when my gender, age mates were village champions of bottomless holes, wasting their youthful energy messing around, deceiving the teenage girls into their mud huts unscrupulously tearing into their price but self devalued thresholds all in the Folly of stupid bets.

Such as having a blooming flower first, gaining experience or who was great at womanizer not to walk past the best in the act of s*x! risking sexually transmitted diseases and many other unpleasant outcome.

"Oh! weak me! I find myself even sympathizing for them now."'Shaking his head incorrigibly'

I slaved away under the scalding sun in the fields. Moreover, I was scared to death of even looking at my blood sisters in the eyes, talk less of leaving any of my body part bare in their presents. I was very conservative in all aspects. As for approaching a non blood tied opposite s*x? oh! gyei! ↔️ Forget it. My body came without a liver for that profanity. I wouldn't dare! for my already weak self-esteem to be crushed like a trampled rotten tomato on the floor further into the abyss of no return. No way! Although, I was not that bad looking to tell the truth but I always fear, I would be rejected. Contrary to the Hungry looks the whores of the village sent my direction. As much as their efforts to get my attention. I steered clear of them! simply because I didn't have the confidence. Moreover, they were she-devils, delilah's incarnate taking you to the highest heights then pulling the tables under you for a fast-tracked fall into the hall of shame.

This can be attested to by the few youth who fell prey. Those who walked foolishly, went for the illusionary promised sweet nectar and now walk around like with their head bowed in regrets, on top of loosing everything after refusing to heed caution. Indulging all those Monstrous creatures ended up in no good. They had no heart or pity for humanity as a whole. There I was! I thought women were supposed to be virtuous, clean, pure! My head must still be in time immemorial. But these ones are so dirtied up so much so? there was no use trying to wash them clean. Thick abrasive bleach won't even scrap the surface.

My first time was not even planned by me on top of that it was bitterly stolen too! 'his hands began to tremble in anger' It was a cold-hearted bold vicious b***h 'Takyewaa' a friend to my sisters in the village, who claimed she liked me to the extent of coming into cohort with my biological rotten spoilt witches is of sisters 'He was hyperventilating with fury' to steal my Innocence from me in a painful pitiful manner.

if only I was not naive? I would have caught on their overly generous act of reserving a spot for me earlier on the durbar grounds. I might have escaped their snare. To think I thought skepticism could be my middle name for my overly consciousness? pfft! What a joke! Bobby.