Dial - Season 2 - Episode 85

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 85

“Yeah, I guess I would,” I said. “But, really, talking about names, I don’t want to call you only as the Holy Man, and evidently you’re not Nana b0s0mba. Mind telling me your real name, please, sir?”
He smiled again.

“Not many people know my real name,” he said. “But I guess you should, seeing you’re going to be my son. My name is Kwesi Kumankoma Kyenkyenhene Ketiampongkese Kupualorkpokpo.”
“What the fu*k! What’s the matter with you?“ I said it before I could stop myself, and we both guffawed with insane laughter.
It was a good feeling that dawn…a really, really, good feeling.

I went in and took a cold bath, and as I stood in the mirror and looked at my old, wizened face, the tufts of grey hair on my head, and my sagging and repulsive flesh, I felt no fear for the very first time since the curse was put on me. The joy in my heart, the sheer bliss, was too much for fear.

Giggling, tired and sleepy, I went back to bed.
The sun was up when I woke up in the morning, and I was luxuriously happy. I stretched and yawned, feeling incredibly hungry. I padded into the bathroom to wash my face, humming a snippet of a gospel song the Holy Man loved to play.

When I stared into the mirror… I screamed shrilly!

I almost ran from the bathroom!
Yes, it was that scary!
I shut my eyes tightly, giggling. My whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Fearfully, I turned back to the mirror and stretched out my neck tentatively to peek into the mirror…yes, I hadn’t been dreaming.
There he was, the most handsome young man on earth.

Yao Kyekyeku Biko!

The old age was gone. I looked down slowly at my hands.

Gaddemn!

That was what I was talking about…so smooth, so young, so fresh!
Whimpering, excited, filled with uncontrolled happiness, I stripped off my pyjamas and threw it away. I stood in front of the mirror…my chest hair was back, dark and curly and glorious! I looked down at my balls, and I almost fainted with happiness when I saw that my balls were no longer loooooooooong!
They had returned to their original size!
I held my javelin elongation…back again, powerful and lovely!

I shook it hard, and turned it round and round.
And then I spun my waist round and round and round, watching my gonjon pin dancing and my brogos spinning until it hurt me.
Giggling insanely, I pumped my waist forward backward, forward backward…fast and hard, and my instruments oooh-oooh-aaah jiggled, black and powerful…

Sooooosket!