Thursday, 24 May 2018

PASSWORD 2 Episode 17-18

Kofi’s eyes never wavered.
“I love seeing you around, Abena,” he said softly. “That is a fact. And I’m not flattering you. I’ve lost my fiancée, forever I’m sure. She has not bothered to come and check up on me, and I don’t even have access to a phone to call her.”
“We’re not allowed to bring phones to the wards, Kofi,” she said gently. “However, if you can give me her number, I’ll speak to her, and tell her you miss her, and that she made a mistake about you.”
His eyes were tender as he looked at her.
“I would love that, Abena,” he said softly.
She gave him a pen and paper, and as he scribbled the name and telephone number of his fiancée, she wondered about the faint little twinge of distress she felt somewhere deep within her, and dismissed it quickly.
She took the slip of paper and tucked it into her bag.
“Well, I’ll be on my way then, Kofi,” she said, but as she made to move away he reached out suddenly and grabbed her wrist.
“Please, Abena, sit with me for a while. I want to know everything about you. Would you tell me about yourself?”
“Now?” she asked, taken aback.
“Now, please,” he said gently. “At least it would make you spend a little more time with me.”
She stared at him, secretly glad. She sat down and began to tell him about herself.
When she left he was soundly asleep, and she stood gazing down at him for a little bit longer before she turned and left quietly.
***
Maa Abena Nyantie, an only child, was always the centre of attention whenever she visited her parents. Each of them loved to fawn over her, making her feel extremely cherished. Although they were not overly rich, they had enough to make them happy, and she was the apple of their eyes.
Being home that day was fun. She and her mother went shopping, and they cooked a sumptuous meal of banku and okra stew, and then the three of them had a feast in the dining-room.
Her father, huge and grey-haired, took a toothpick after the meal and leaned back with a contented smile on his face.
“How has it been with you, Abena, my princess?” he asked gently, but his eyes remained sharp. “I see you look extremely happy.”
“Yes, because I’ve seen you and Mom, Daddy!” she said with a smile, and her mother chuckled. Both of them knew that was not what the man of the house was talking about.
Mr. Fiifi Agyemang peeked at her from over the top of his spectacles.
“Now look here, young lady, stop playing smart with me,” he said, ignoring the giggles of his wife and daughter. “You’re a fine woman, very beautiful, well-trained, kind-hearted…the kind of girl any man would want for a life partner. Now I thought you and Calvin were headed for the altar, but your mom told me a few days ago that you pulled the brakes on that. You broke off with Calvin. Now why did you do that? He seemed like a nice chap to me.”
Maa Abena squeezed up her face at her father, and she giggled again.
“Actually I didn’t, Daddy,” she said as she popped a piece of goat meat into her mouth. “Calvin pulled the breaks on himself when I found him in bed with a woman he claimed was his cousin.”
“Ohhhhhh!” Mr. Agyemang said, shocked. “Is that so? He seemed like a good man. What about Smart? That boy was always in the shadows when you were tight with Calvin.”
Maa Abena laughed at that, choked, and started coughing. She took a sip of water.
“Smart?” she said when she put the glass of water down.
“Let her eat, Fii!” Mrs. Agyemang said with a meaningful look at her husband. “It is red oil, and she might choke rather badly if she continues speaking.”
“Well, she’s not a baby, is she?” Mr. Agyemang said defensively.
“I’m okay, Mom, really,” Maa Abena said. “Well, about Smart. It came out he has proposed to almost all the unmarried girls in the church, and managed to see the nakedness of quite a number of them.”
“Awoooooo!” Mr. Agyeman said, shocked. “Hmmm, so is there anyone else?”
“Daddy!” Maa Abena said with a laugh. “I’m just twenty-three years old! I’ve not had enough of you and mom! Let me chill small wai, please! Don’t let me rush. God will bring whoever he is very soon.”
“The earlier you marry the better, princess,” Mr. Agyemang said. “You marry early, and you give birth, and then you would have enough time and strength to take care of them. If you wait too much by the time your children reach their teenaged years you would be a very old woman!”
“God will bring him, Daddy,” Maa Abena said.
“Amen, I believe that,” Mrs. Agyemang said with a chuckle. “Which reminds me; yesterday I was at the saloon when my hairdresser asked about you. I told her you’ve now been posted to the Adada Asylum, and she was saying she hoped you don’t have to work with that boy who was sleeping with the rotten corpses.”

Maa Abena stopped laughing immediately.
“Is that where they took that boy?” Mr. Agyemang asked with a scowl. “What was that name the press gave him mpo…aha, The Ghost Banger. Is he at the Adada, dearest?”
Maa Abena sighed, and then licked a bit of okra stew from her fingers. This was it. She needed to tell them about Kofi now because there was the likelihood that Kofi would meet them someday, as soon as his terrible mishap was sorted out.
“His name is Kofi Kuntu, Daddy,” she said carefully. “Kofi Kuntukununku, to be precise!”
“What a name!” Mr. Agyemang said, chuckling. “No wonder he sleeps with rotten women.”
“Fii, stop that, would you?” his wife said with a scowl, and then she turned toward her daughter anxiously. “Do you see him? You shouldn’t go near him, dear. That man is evil.”
“Actually, he’s my friend,” Maa Abena said.
“Are you out of your mind, young woman?” her father thundered angrily.
“No, baby, please don’t entertain that young man!” her mother chipped in.
“His is a case of extreme prejudice and ill luck, Mama,” Maa Abena said softly, then she went ahead to tell her parents all about Yaw Kuntu.
Mr. Fiifi Agyemang stared at her with a gaping mouth when she finished speaking.
“Oh, but if that’s true then it’s absolutely preposterous!” he said angrily, shaking head. “The boy is obviously a fool, but that does not mean he should be subjected to such a beastly treatment!”
Maa Abena winced at the ‘fool’ part.
For some strange reason she suddenly did not want her father thinking of Kofi Kuntu as a fool.
“Surely, this can’t be allowed to go on, dear!” Mrs. Agyemang said, appalled. “It’s against every figment of humanity! You should report to the police, or let the press know!”
“With what evidence, Mama?” Maa Abena asked softly. “Director Bobo Dovlo is the best in the country. He’s respected worldwide. He can always deny, you know, and without proof we can’t do anything. If we bring that kind of pressure I’m afraid he might do something quite irreparable to Kofi to cover his tracks. Miss Elsie Ansah says she’ll speak with Judge Buabasah, so until then we have to play it safe.”
“Play what safe?” Mr. Agyemang thundered. “There are things you play safe with, and there are things you need to force through! If this gets to the press Dovlo or whatever the jackass calls himself wouldn’t want the attention! An investigation could go on, and his reputation would be tainted! There’s no diplomacy here! Just report him to the police and give him to the press to chew!”
Maa Abena looked at her father uneasily.
“You believe so, Daddy?” she asked, a little scared.
“Listen, my dear princess, if what you’re telling me about this man is true, and I have no reason whatsoever to doubt you, then that man is not human. There’s simply no way he’s going to allow that poor fool to come out of that asylum. He’s either going to kill Kofi, or he’s going to render him permanently insane. Any minute you waste is another nail in Kofi’s coffin. Tell Miss Elsie that she’s playing with fire. She must take action now!”
“Yes, Daddy,” Maa Abena said miserably. “I’ll let her know.”
****
Maa Abena called Ato Sey when she left home later that day.
“Hey, the most beautiful girl in the world!” Ato said with an elated voice. “How’re you, dearest?”
“I’m doing fine, by grace, Ato,” she said sunnily. “How’re you too?”
“A bad day just received a blast of sunshine because you called me, my sweetest pumpkin. Wow, this is a surprise!”
“Well, today is my day off so I came to see my parents,” Maa Abena said.
“Oh, and you didn’t let me know yesterday?” Ato asked, his voice hurt. “We could’ve had lunch together. Hey, is it too late to hang out a bit?”
“You’re working, aren’t you?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Well, for you, I can always take a risk, my angel,” he said tenderly.
“Well, actually, I wanted to speak to Akweley,” she said.
Ato gasped at the end of the line.
“Akweley?” he asked. “The Akweley I know? Kofi’s Akweley Odamten?”
“Yes, I mean Kofi’s fiancée,” Maa Abena said. “He gave me her number, and I called her. She said she was at the office with her father, and could spare a few minutes with me. I told her it’s urgent, but I didn’t mention Kofi. I was wondering if you could direct me to the office.”
Ato giggled uneasily.
“Well, that’s another surprise,” he said softly. “She’s going to get married, you know.”
“What?” Maa Abena said, surprised. “She’s going to get married?”
“Yes, dear, to a wealthy guy from the diaspora who’s pumped money into her father’s ailing business. The wedding is in a couple of days, and she’s busy preparing. I don’t think she’s ready to listen to anything about Kofi.”

To be continued

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