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Unhappy Ever Thereafter Fiction by Karamoh Kabba Mimmie’s countenance was sedating; her eyes were red and saggy as though she had not had sleep for many days as she walked passed Martha, another nurse.
“Are you OK?” Martha asked her. “I’m not, my evaluation sounded as if I’ve not done anything good since I came here,” Mimmie replied. “Hmmm, I know one of those evaluations my sister,” Martha mumbled.
Martha had been a staff member in the nursing establishment for over ten years and knew very well that it wasn’t time for evaluation. She had knocked on the Director of Nursing’s office door earlier to give him last night’s patients’ complaints log. In fact, she had been sexually harassed by him before.
Mimmie became very uncomfortable when Martha made that comment. She knew Martha knew what had happened. To better strengthen her story, she went into the employees’ lounge and cried.
“You don’t have to cry for that,” Martha returned and said sarcastically as she tapped her right foot on the floor in disbelieve of Mimmie’s bad evaluation story. “You don’t have to worry about me, and I really don’t care what you think,” Mimmie replied. “Who cares anyway, I just happened to know what he does and I want to make sure no other woman becomes a victim of his stupidity” Martha snapped and walked away.
It all lasted for few minutes; Mimmie’s heart pounded faster than it had ever before. She and the Director of Nursing had been eyeing each other ever since she started working on the job. He was slender in shape, a good looking white male who was fond of black women. In fact, his wife was a black woman from Senegal who he met in the nursing home many years ago. She had to find a job somewhere else following their marriage. Because, he told her that the owners would not allow husband and wife to work for the establishment together so that he would be free to continue to prey on the female nursing home staff.
Mammie was from Sierra Leone, a small West African nation. She was also slender and attractive. She worked over twelve hours in the nursing home Monday through Friday. She was not sure of being off on her day-offs because management called her very often to cover for personnel shortages. This situation had caused problems in her relationship at home. Her boyfriend too worked very hard: He was a cab driver and didn’t come home until very late at night. And when he came, he never had the chance to bring her flowers nor said anything nice or good to her. He went straight to bed many times very worn out besides her when she was deeply asleep or slept alone when she was at work doing nightshifts. Even on the days they had sex, she didn’t enjoy, and she only did because she was bound to serve him notwithstanding her feeling of his inattentiveness towards her, at least, to keep him in the relationship to pay the rent.
She wore a wedding band because she told everybody that she was married to the cab driver. It was embarrassing for her to let anyone know they weren’t. They had lived together for over seven years and when they relocated to Washington, DC from Columbus, Ohio, she posed as though they were married either to protect him from other women or for cover up. Living in with a boyfriend for so long out of wedlock comes with a stigma in the Sierra Leonean community.
Her heart pounded even faster as he fondled her in the office. Every tissue in her body shivered from nervousness and excitement. She had not come this close to having an affair with another man in the seven years she lived with her boyfriend. As nervous as she was, she liked it though. Every strand of hair on her body stretched out its full length. And he saw that she wasn’t resisting his advance, so he closed the office door and pulled her into the restroom.
She was anxious for a reason; many Sierra Leoneans worked in the nursing home. She knew they’d tell her boyfriend who is also from Sierra Leone if they find out. And she wasn’t sure who’d come to knock on the office door while they were in the restroom. Many of them had seen her followed him to his office when he asked to talk to her. She knew the nursing staff knew he was not accustomed to closing his door when he conducted evaluation. But they surely knew what a closed door meant, which many had experienced.
Her heart continued to beat faster; she could now feel her blood pumping through her arteries. Every tissue in her body was turgid. Her lips were even more turgid; they were glossy beneath the film of WhetLips lipstick. They even glowed; looking sexier than anything he had seen before as he pulled her closer and touched his lips against them. He could feel the warmth from them. Hot blood had raised her temperature that much and she had multiple orgasms before it even happened.
But that’s all he wanted initially. Nonetheless, he was not bold enough to say ‘thanks’ or ‘sorry’ like he always said to the other nurses who let him or refused him when he forced them to have sex with him.
Instead, he said, “I love you,” nervously, his voice breaking up in-between words when he whispered into her ears respectfully. She felt the warmness of his breath, his mouth barely touched the stretched-out hair strands around her ear and it sensed so fulfilling.
He had not experienced a woman having orgasm before, not even his wife. His married too was in trouble, it had become more or less a companionship. He and his wife were having affairs elsewhere and they both knew, but only counsel each other to use condoms. But now, he had fallen in love unexpectedly. Unlike the other nurses he had sex with and gave the boot, he long for more from her. But she wasn’t ready to offer it any easy any more. Because, she long for a day when a man would ask her, “Will you marry me?” She also thought she loved him; especially that he was able to make her attained sexual climax for the first time in her life when they had the quickie. She detected that he was in love and the only way she knew to get him to marry her was to deprive him from having some more. He asked her out many times which she honored every time. And each time, she aroused him sexually and did not give it up. But she touched, caressed, and fondled him in the best way she knew how to stimulate a man and said, “I love you baby, but I’m not ready to do this out of wedlock any more.”
“But I thought you are married,” he asked. “Well, that’s what you thought. Have you ever asked me?” She answered a question with a question. “Do you mean it!” he said with his eyes wide opened and his face filled with excitement. “Mean what?” she asked. “That you are not married,” he said. “But I did not tell you I was, did I?” she queried. “But it implied so,” he said. “And what happens if I say I’m not,” she said. “I’ll drop down on my knees and ask you to marry me,” he answered. “But you are,” she imposed. “Oh! Once you say yes, I will start a divorce proceeding. I’m not in a happy marriage anyway. I’m looking forward to be happily married. I can’t live my life the way it is now.” He explained.
“Oh ye!” she exclaimed. She blushed, jumped on him and wrapped her slender arms and legs around his neck and waist, and gently touched her lips against his, stared at him straight in the eye, pushed her tongue into his mouth, which he readily received, and so they enjoyed the evening atmosphere in anticipation of getting married and living together happily thereafter like there was no tomorrow.
Meanwhile, tensions brewed at both homes. Not only that the Director of Nursing was inattentive to his wife’s sexual needs, he also did not bring money home. The cab driver too wasn’t sure of his girlfriend’s irregular behavior. Mimmie most of the times claimed that she worked late shifts, but the Cab driver had proved on many occasions that she was not at work. He became fed up and he went his separate way. She was left with a financial burden to support a home on her own—the Director of Nursing helped her financially, which caused him a financial overburden as well—that he could not take care of his wife as he used to regardless of their disagreement. He divorced his wife and married Mimmie two years from the time they started dating.
But now that they had sex in a relaxed atmosphere without the fear to stimulate the irregular hearth beats any more, she still did not have orgasm and they too began to discover many incompatibilities that caused them to be unhappy ever thereafter. Besides, they both weren’t sure who had brought HIV/AIDS home.
By Karamoh Kabba copyright © 2004
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