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Beposo serves as one of the tributaries of the famous River Pra. The river serves as a source of livelihood for the people. Fishing activities goes on every day except on Thursdays. The men do the fishing and the women smoke and sell the fish. On one Thursday, I decided to take a walk to the riverside. I had no idea some of the ladies were doing their laundry and at the same time taking their baths. When I chanced upon this scene, I quickly hid in the bush and fed my eyes with what it was yearning for. I never knew village ladies were beautifully endowed. Naked and naïve, they were busy going about their laundry. I spotted one of them whom I knew very well, she was the daughter of the woman who has been assigned by the church board to take care of me. I usually call her Auntie Efua. The name of her daughter is Rita. Rita had gorgeous physic. Her natural hair and face needed no makeup to declare her elegance. Her chocolate complexion was a sight to behold. My mouth remained wide open while I gazed at her firm breast, at that moment my mind went wild with sinister motives. She turned to talk to her friend and as if she heard me whispering “let me see what you got at your back” she turn her back at me. Her buttocks were unusually round and protruding, I then realised that the loose and long apparells she has been wearing to the church premise barred me from appreciating her true beauty. Her thighs and legs were smooth and irresistibly tempting. All of a sudden I heard a loud shout of an elderly woman scolding the ladies to hurry up and get home to help their mothers with cooking instead of just playing in the river all day. I cautiously, moved in the bush like a tiger cunningly going after its prey till I got to a place I knew it was safe to walk home undetected.  

Rita was now on my mind, “what a nice scene” I said immediately I sat on my bed as I was replaying vividly what my curious eyes had recorded. On Sunday, I was to deliver the sermon. I sat on the stage and I spent quite an amble time gazing at Rita. During the song ministration time, she danced together with other ladies and she became more and more desirable to me. After the worship service, I met her at the entrance and I realised that Rita was shy of me. She could hardly look at me when I was talking to her. She had her hands at her back and swinging her body as she talked to me.  Rita appeared to be a very respectful young lady. I told her mum jokingly that her daughter was a shy person and she responded by saying “Osofokakraba, my daughter is a talker she is only in your presence, at home, she can talk all day”  

In the city, it was easy to book an appointment with another person just through a phone call or simply texting the person. It was difficult to do that in the village, a third person would have to be involved in conveying messages. I wanted to get intimate with Rita but secretly. I devised my own means. One morning, I gently told Rita’s mum who came to my end every morning, afternoon and evening that, “Rita is a lady and at her age, she should be able to run errands for her, therefore I insist that she should sometimes rest and send her daughter to come to tidy up my placed and bring me my food”. 

 She was grateful and explained to me that since she was the one Pastor Awotwe introduced to me, she thought it will be out of place and a sign of disrespect to me to allow her daughter to come and serve me. She genuinely feels tired sometimes and wishes to send Rita to my place but she was worried I will misinterpret that to be an act of disrespect. I realised that, as was part of their culture, an elderly woman serves a person of honour. I allayed her anxiety and told her I am equally concerned about her health and very much wanted Rita to help her. She was glad and concurred.  

From that day forward, Rita comes in the mornings and evenings. My first move was to invite Rita to join me in my room for morning prayers before she leaves for the house. There are times that I will ask her to join me for breakfast which she reluctantly does out of shyness. On one Thursday evening, she brought me supper. She knocked on the door and I asked her to come in as I lay on my bed. She came in with a smile and greeted me, placed the food on the table and as she turned to walk back I held her hand and asked her to sit on the bed. I could sense the shock in her demeanour, I assured her to relax and sit on the bed for us to have a friendly conversation. She sat with her face turned in the opposite direction.  I whispered,

“Rita, do you know you are very beautiful?” She quickly turned and smiled at me and nodded her head. Then I went on to tell her that I wanted us to become very close friends who can share secrets. Then I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she responded,  

“no, my father would kill me if I did”    

“Really but you are now a big lady, I am sure your father was strict on you because you were a young girl then.” 

Then I asked her if she had ever had sex before, she shook her head vehemently and replied  “no, Osofokakraba, Osofo Awotwe said it is a big sin against God!”.  

“Yes it’s a big sin but it is only against your body and not God. God will always forgive even if you had sex” I got closer and started rubbing my hands around her thighs. She turned, innocently looked at my face and asked me a question that surprised me,  

  “Osofokakraba will you marry me after this?” 

 I was desperate and wanted to copulate with her so I answered,  

“God willing, Rita.” 

 She clearly had no idea about romance as she just laid down like a sheep and I simply had my way with her. For the first time I felt what it is to go into a woman, Rita screamed whiles I penetrated her and subsequently began to moan as she embraced me tightly. It suddenly dawned on me that I just had sex with a village virgin girl. After we had finished, she tidy up the place and left feeling shy. I went to take my bath, ate, put off the candle and slept very exhausted.  

The following morning, Rita came back to do her usual chores, I greeted her and she responded as if nothing ever took place between us. I asked her if she was alright and she said 

 “I am afraid Osofokakraba” 

 I got close to her and told her not to worry about what happened, I assured her that it was normal for her to be gripped by anxiety. I could sense the confusion she was going through as well because that was her first time. For me, it was completing an unfinished business that I had started with Doreen. I was looking forward to finally experiencing coitus and Rita was very helpful. It was like diving into a swimming pool for the first time and wanting to swim all day.  

As the days went by, Rita became ok and used to me now. She was no longer shy of me and could now look into my face when conversing with me. Her mother was glad the daughter and I were good friends. She would sometimes beg me to pray and help her daughter to become spiritually strong. I would in turn assure her that I will do my best. She had no idea, we were sexually committed to each other.  

According to the teaching schedule given to me by Pastor Awotwe, I was to teach on Ephesians 5:1-6 which read  

“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children.  And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. But sexual immorality and all impurity or covetousness must not even be named among you, as is proper among saints. Let there be no filthiness nor foolish talk nor crude joking, which are out of place, but instead let there be thanksgiving.  For you may be sure of this that everyone who is sexually immoral or impure, or who is covetous, has no inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God. Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience.”  

The theme was “Purity”, I found myself struggling with the Scripture text because it was directly referring to me. I felt really empty within.  

My hypocritical nature surfaced as I was beating around the text. Rita sat in the pews gazing at me. I turned my focus on the married and defined sexual immorality in relation to adultery, I strongly edged those who are married and yet engaged in extra-marital affairs to stop or else they will go to hell. Again I attacked polygamous marriages and called it sexual immorality. Never did I make any reference to pre-marital sex in my examples. Nonetheless, my teaching had a strong approval from married women who might have felt their husbands were cheating on them. Some kept nodding their heads and others kept saying 

 “Osofokakrabe Nyamenhyira wo ooo” meaning “Junior Pastor God bless you abundandly” 

 I manged to end the teaching on a good note.  The following day, some of the women came to open up to me, that indeed God spoke to them through my teaching the previous day. Their husbands, some of whom were fishermen and farmers had the habit of flirting with other women in the village. In fact, I was not really sure of what to tell them but I could tell they believed I had some spiritual answers to their problems. I explained to them that God had revealed to me that their husbands were being spiritually manipulated by ladies with charms. Consequently, I gave them some spiritual prescriptions. They were to fast for one week and see me for prayers. I also asked them to sow seeds into the life of the Man of God after the fast.  They were not to put less than GHC 20 in the envelopes.  After the fasting period, I realised GHC 550 and I was amazed. I had discovered a new way to make money in addition to my allowances as a student-pastor. I developed more zeal for the work. 

Rita was always at my service when I needed her in bed. Although she never demanded money from me, I did give her occasionally. About two weeks to my departure back to Accra. She visited me and wanted us to have a serious chat, she asked me a questioned which shook me a little bit and for the first time she called me brother Sammy. She desperately asked  

“will I follow you to the city when you are leaving?”  

In my mind, I thought it was a ridiculous question to ask, I was sent here for practical attachment and not for a wife hunt. I told her in a cunning voice,  

“Rita my dear, don’t worry at the right time I will come for you, I don’t have a place of my own at Accra, I live on campus where I am schooling” 

 I could sense the disappointment on her face. She had no idea, she would never see me again. What a faithful village girl? I made her swear that she would never tell anyone, not even her mother about our affair. I gave her a sum of GHC 200 for her meritorious services. I was glad the money put some smile on her face and gave her some hope that the future would be bright. 

Finally, my three-month practical ministry attachment came to an end and a special farewell service was held for me. The villagers swept me off my feet with their farewell gifts. I was given a lot of items, plantain, oranges, smoked fish, maize, oranges and an appreciable cash donation from The Redeemer’s End-Time Church members. I was overly grateful. I used the opportunity to thank Pastor Awotwe and the wife and the entire congregation for their warm reception and overwhelming kindness. On Monday, Pastor Awotwe as customs demanded took me to the Chiefs and elders to inform them about my departure, they bid me farewell and I finally left with loads of luggage in my hands.   

 When I got to the main Takoradi-Accra road, I called my mum that I was coming home so she should meet me at the bus terminal at Accra to help me carry the things home. I got to Accra late afternoon and with excitement, mum came to embrace me as if I had just returned from a Peace keeping operation in Liberia. It was such an eye saw. A taxi driver saw my luggage and knew he was the right person with the right vehicle to transport us home, it was an opel kadet caravan.  We got home and I had a refreshing reception from my dad and siblings. It was such a great adventure, I said to myself. 

School would reopen some few days’ time and it was imperative to meet with my Bishop, Pastor Derick and give him a report on my experience in the wilderness of Beposo. I took some of the items I brought from the village to Pastor Derick’s wife at home before heading to the office to see him. It was obvious I had added weight the few months I was away in the village because that was the first observation most people saw when they came across me. Pastor Derick was happy to see me, he gave me a hug and prayed with me thanking God for my safe arrival. I took time to narrate my observation on the field to him. I made him feel that I made a huge impact in the lives of the village folks. He was proud of me. On Sunday I was introduced to the church as having returned from my practical attachment as a student-pastor.  After church, I felt my presence was really missed; people were coming to shake and hug me to express their joy upon my return. Some of the youth started calling me “Osor” a short form of Osofo(pastor).  I saw Doreen at church and I waved at her and she smiled back at me. I could tell she was emotionally detached from me now. She was not all over me like she used to. Perhaps she had seen enough of me. I spent the few days teaching and preaching at church programmes before going back to the Bible School.