Wednesday, 16 May 2018

THE JAILBIRD (A ChrisEffe Classic) Episode 91-93

THE BAWA RESIDENCE
There is a deadly silence in the room, and then Lois Bawa moves slowly towards Chris, her face suddenly furious even as tears fall down her face.
She pokes his chest with a stiff forefinger and glares at him.
MRS. LOIS
(hissing)
You don’t speak to me like that, young man! You want to know the truth? Yes, I’m going to give you the truth!
She moves past him, and there is suddenly a look of fear on her husband’s face.
REV. BAWA
(shaking his head)
Lois! No! Please don’t! Not now!
MRS. LOIS
(emotionally)
Now, Brand, now! They’re right! It is time to let the truth out!
She turns to Stan and glares at him with hard unforgiving eyes, and she turns the same furious gaze on Diana.
REV. BAWA
(resignedly)
I’m sorry, Lois, but I can’t stand with you on that.
His wife does not seem to hear him.
The Reverend Bawa then walks out of the living-room.
Lois Bawa turns and fixes a devastated Chris with a passionate stare.
MRS. LOIS
Yes, what Stan heard was partly true. There was a man I was in love with, and wanted to marry. Yes, his name was Chris Grant. We loved each other, but his parents wouldn’t accept me, because I was the daughter of their maid! They threw me out of their house, and sent him overseas just to take him away from me. They sold their house, and moved on. Those days were not like today where you have all your Internet stuff, and communications! Those days it was difficult to keep in touch, and I lost touch with him! When he came back several years later, I was already married to your father. Yes, I met Chris Grant in his hotel. His mother got to know Chris Grant had come looking for me, and she called your father. When your father got to the hotel room I was already leaving. He was quite angry, and he said very bitter and painful things to me in public despite the truth I told him. I told your father that nothing happened between Chris Grant and me. I told Chris Gant to move on, because I had moved on! We cried a little bit, Chris Grant and myself, and yes, we shared a kiss! But that was all! When I met him I was pregnant with Chris, and after he was born your father doubted me, especially when I named him Chris! He had a fight with me, and that was the fight you overheard, Stan!
The Reverend Bawa now comes back to the living-room, and he is trembling a little as he walks up to Chris.
He is holding three sheets of paper which he extends to Chris.
He looks shame-faced, and he is trembling a little.
REV. BAWA
(passionately)
I hated you, my son. I just couldn’t get past my jealousies, and I realized I was ever getting closer to getting physical with you, of doing something to harm you. And so I took you to the hospital and did DNA tests.
The people in the room are stunned.
The reverend extends the sheets, and a dazed Effe takes them.
She notices from the dates on the sheets that the tests had been done when Chris was five, eight and ten years, all at different labs.
All three prove that Chris is the son of Reverend Brand Bawa.
MRS. LOIS
(shattered)
What? You carried out DNA tests on Chris? Oh, Brand!
She comes forward and takes the sheets from Effe’s hands.
She glances at them, and then something inside her just dies.
It seems as if a light within her soul has just been put out.
She looks at her husband, and her eyes are dead.
The man of God looks down, and there is shame on his face.
REV. BAWA
I’m sorry, darling. I’m very, very sorry!
The beautiful woman’s lips tremble, and she cannot speak for a moment.
Without a word she turns and walks up to Stan.
She throws the DNA test results at his chest, and there is no love on her face as she looks at him.
MRS. LOIS
You want more truth, Stan? Are you sure you can stand the truth, baby boy?
Quickly Reverend Bawa follows his wife and takes her arm.
She shrugs free as if there is venom on his fingers.
REV. BAWA
Please, darling, please-
She glares at him with unrestrained resentment.
MRS. LOIS
Don’t you dare darling me, Brand! DNA tests? You went too far there, Brand! You bloody well went too far, and because of that everyone present here deserves to know the truth!
She moves away from him, and comes back to Chris, whose face is awash with remorse.
CHRIS
(softly)
I’m sorry, Mama. I bitterly regret my words. Never meant to hurt you.
The woman, broken and haggard, places both of her hands on his shoulders.
MRS. LOIS
(weeping)
Marriage has been difficult for me, Chrissy. Yes, I named you after a man I once loved, and who is now dead. He never married, Chris. He just could not move on. He died on the day you were born, alone. In the end, his mother’s interference robbed him of all happiness, in spite of all his riches. And yes, because he died, I named you after him. You want to know why Roland loved you so much, Chrissy? It is simple, really. It is because he knew the truth. He knew that the two of you came from the same parents.
She stops.
REV. BAWA
Lois. Please. Don’t!
She turns and fixes her husband with a baleful look.
Stan is trembling as he walks on unsteady legs towards his mother. Diana too is standing up now, and her face is now suddenly scared.
STAN
What? What do you mean, mother? What do you mean by Roland and Chris came from the same parents?
Mrs. Lois Bawa smiles sadly, but she does not drop her gaze from Chris’ face.
MRS. LOIS
Well, your father, who is now a man of God, was once a man with an insatiable thirst for the ladies. Roland was five years old when a woman came to our house one day with a baby girl. That woman was called Martha, and she was your father’s girlfriend. Apparently, your father had a child with her, and she was not prepared to be an unmarried mother since a man wanted to marry her, but wasn’t interested in her child. So she brought the baby girl to me. That girl was just a year old. I had no option than to accept that baby girl as my child, although she was the daughter of your father’s girlfriend. We named that girl Diana.
Diana gasps with sudden shock, and she clutches her heart, and then she sits down slowly and bursts into sudden tears.
Kofi Dossah, her husband, takes her into his arms, but he cannot speak, because he is equally shocked by the turn of events.
The Reverend reaches for a chair and sits down, covering his face with his hands.
Mrs. Lois Bawa now walks towards a devastated Stan, and looks at him sadly.
Stan shakes his head and takes a step back, shaking his head numbly, his face twisted with passionate fear.
STAN
(horrified)
No, mother, no, no, no, don’t say it! Please don’t say I’m not your child too!
Mrs. Lois Bawa smiles, and it is not a very pleasant smile.
MRS. LOIS
You wanted to know the truth, Stan. For years you’ve hated Chris, and done everything to destroy him. Well, you wanted to know why Roland loved him more. Well, the answer is simple really. I got pregnant again, you see, before Chris. I was taken to the hospital. On admission that day was a poor girl called Rosie. She was a prostitute who has gotten pregnant, and who hated the child she was about to give birth to so much. We were in the same maternity ward. She and I had a good talk. She didn’t even know who the father of her baby was, Stan, because she was a prostitute. I tried preaching to her, but she was just so shattered she wanted to get away. Well, I gave birth an hour before she did. Unfortunately, my baby, a girl, was stillborn. She died, yes. Rosie’s child was a boy, but as soon as she got to the ward she got up and walked out, never to be seen again. I came home, but a nurse from the hospital visited me. The baby had no mother, no father, a poor boy. They knew I had lost my baby, and they wondered if I could take care of the boy. I felt sorry for that baby, and yes, I decided to breast-feed him until other alternatives are decided.
All Diana knew was that I was pregnant and went to give birth, and a baby came home, but Roland knew he lost his real sister. Well, Mr. Brand Bawa, now a budding pastor with fire, decided to open his doors for this motherless, fatherless, lonely baby, and we adopted him. We gave Rosie the prostitute’s son a home, and a name. We named him Stan Bawa.
Stan collapses into a seat, and he begins to weep bitterly.
He is absolutely shattered, totally devastated, so much that he will not even allow his wife to hold him.
MrS. LOIS
So you see, my dear Stan, at least Diana is the son of the Pastor. But you, the one who grew up to hate my son so much, we don’t even know who your father was. Roland resembled his father, and Chris looks a lot like me, and so yes, naturally he became my favourite. I know it’s wrong. I know I should’ve tried to hide it, and I admonish all parents here, Chris included, to make sure they treat all their children with the same love, because when siblings feel left out, it brings hatred. And that is the hatred that you allowed to breed in your heart, my dear Stan. You thought Chris was an outcast, a scourge that has come to taint your house, based on what you heard, and wasn’t man enough to ask. And so you hated Chris quite fiercely. The more you hated him the angrier I became, as a mother, and that is why things have turned out so horribly. I pray that we get over this painful period, so God help us.
She turns away, her heart breaking, and she flees towards the door.
She stops with her hand on the knob, and looks at Chris with passionate love.
MRS. LOIS
Forgive your mother, Chrissy. I’ve never loved anybody more than I love you.
She goes out of the door.
Effe reaches up and brushes tears from Chris’ cheeks.
She looks at the shattered Diana, and the totally inconsolable Stan, and although she feels a modicum of regret and pity for them, she just cannot hide that inner glow of happiness, especially at the wasted passion of Stan.
CHRIS
(tremulously) Can we leave now, my love?
Effe nods, and quietly leads him out.
They call Junior, and strap him in the backseat of the car.
Chris helps Effe into the front seat, and as he turns to get behind the wheel, he hears his name being called.
It is the Reverend Bawa.
He comes up to his son and looks up at Chris, and the look of love on his face is so profound that even Chris is knocked for six.
REV. BAWA
It is necessary for all that venom to come out, my boy. It is like scratching the surface off a festering sore and allowing it to heal properly.
Chris nods, and his jaw works tightly.
CHRIS
Yeah, Dad. I believe so.
Tears come to the man of God’s eyes.
REV. BAWA
I’ve been bad to you, my boy. I look at you, and it strikes me that maybe you’re so wonderful to Junior because I was so bad to you.
Chris cannot stop the tears that come to his eyes as he remembers the hard times he had had with this man.
CHRIS
Yeah, Dad. I believe so.
The man of God draws nearer to Chris.
REV. BAWA
I was a stupid man. I allowed my insecurities to eat at my soul. I always knew your mother loved that Chris Grant more than she ever did me. But hey, I’m the one who holds her buttocks each night, so what’s my problem?
Effe chuckles to herself.
JUNIOR
Why is Grandpa talking about Grandma’s buttocks? Eeeeeeeewwwww!!
Chris smiles into the tear-stained face of his father.
CHRIS
Yeah. You got it all, Dad.
REV. BAWA
We’re going to move on as a family, boy. I denied you of the joys of your childhood. But you’re the prince of my house, the love of my heart. In my old age I’m going to be the father you never had. Forgive me, my son. Please forgive me.
CHRIS
(sniffing)
It’s okay, Dad. I never really held any grudge. I just wanted you to love me. That was all I ever wanted.
REV. BAWA
(weeping)
Oh, Chris! My boy! My son! I love you, boy, I love you with ALL of this very old heart!
They seem to move at the same time, and then they embrace fiercely, and their tears flow, sealing a bond that is going to last their lifetimes.
When they break apart, the man of God takes a shuddering breath.
ReV. BAWA
Listen, boy. Tomorrow evening I want to go fishing.
Chris’ face lights up with sudden expectancy, transforming him into a little boy again, radiant and incredibly handsome.
CHRIS
Oh, boy! At the creek?
The man of God nods his head.
REV. BAWA
Yes, at the creek. I’ve missed that. You think you can come with me, maybe bring Junior too?
CHRIS
(whooping)
Oh yeaaaah! Yappity yappity yippeeee! You bet, Dad!
The man of God chuckles and rubs his son’s shoulders, and then he turns and walks away with a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step.
Chris gets behind the wheel.
JUNIOR
(chuckling)
Yappity yappity yippeeeee? That’s mine, Daddy. Make your own happy words!
CHRIS
(laughing)
Shut up, you too known weasel!
Effe and Junior laugh, and then she reaches across and puts her hand on his as it rests on the gear lever.
EFFE
Everything is going to be just fine, Chris-Love.
Chris suddenly looks sad as he stares up into the sky.
CHRIS
I wish Roland were here, Ef. God, I really miss my brother.
Effe says nothing.
She just grips his hand.
Junior leans forward and plants a kiss on his father’s cheek.
And Chris knows that indeed, everything is just going to be fine.


EPISODE 92
GTV EVENING NEWS AT 7 P.M.
ANCHOR
“In other news from the medical front, an incredible miracle unfolded in South Africa where two surgeons successfully separated ten-year-old British Siamese twins, Linda and Lindsey Lockeley, who were joined at the head and shared brain tissues.
The surgeons, who are married, are Doctor Rupert Henderson and Mrs. Eyram Henderson. Eyram, who is a Ghanaian, used to be head of the Surgery Unit of the Eden Hospital here in Accra. It took an amazing thirty-hours to perform the surgery which other surgeons from Britain and the USA had warned had a huge probability of failure and could result in the deaths of the twins. The twins are both well, and the surgeons have now gained worldwide admiration and reputation for their wonderful work. In an interview, the couple, who got married just a month ago, revealed that they plan to take a vacation in Ghana very soon and maybe stay in Ghana to practice…”
THE GHANAIAN BUGLE NEWSPAPER HEADLINE:
DIARRHOEAL EPIDEMIC AT SOMBO PRISONS
…reported that a Diarrhoeal outbreak at Sombo High Security Prison has rendered many inmates sick and many have been admitted to the hospital. One inmate, Mr. Steve Hollison, who is serving fifty years for his involvement in the King Shapiro cocaine case, was seriously affected and has been referred to the Korle Bu hospital. It is suspected that the epidemic was caused by beans which had been rendered unwholesome after being accidentally sprayed with pesticides, and which the health authorities had commanded the kitchen staff to get rid of. It was reported that Mr. Hollison had been passing a non-stop flow of stool and had to be transported by a special ambulance to Korle Bu. He is said to be in stable condition now. This sad event has infuriated the Health Ministers who has ordered an inquiry….
MEDIC CLARION NEWSPAPERHEADLINE:
HELP FOR D.I.D. PATIENT
…it is in this regard that GIRL CRY OUT (GCO), a non-profit making multinational Foundation based in Sweden, has decided to fund the full treatment of Miss Barbara Brooks in a specialist facility in Finland. It would be recalled that Miss Barbara Brooks was in the center of the highly-publicized court case of Mr. Chris Bawa, who ended up being sentenced to twenty-five years in prison after being found guilty of raping Miss Barbara Brooks. In a dramatic turn of events, however, it came out that Miss Brooks suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, and she was sent to the FredMaersk Specialist Institute where her condition deteriorated rather alarmingly. It was reported that Miss Barbara, whose dominant personalities were Barbara and Babs, rapidly took on the role of Babs, the little girl who was raped by her father, and for many months she behaved like a little girl, crying for dolls and sucking her thumb. The intervention by GCO therefore comes at a most opportune time. Hopefully Miss Brooks’ stay in Finland would help her find some peace and, perhaps, bring her back to normalcy….
OFFICIAL GOJUFIST WEBSITEEXTRACT
…and it was a thrilling but short night as the much-touted and highly anticipated rematch came on between the defending Grandmaster Champion, Mr. Chris Bawa, and the man he dethroned, Mr. Mike ‘The Crankboss’ Crankson. It was a triumphant return for the Grandmaster on a night many had feared would never come. Fears were rife when Mr. Chris Bawa went through a rather traumatic period of life, from his fight in court for false rape charges to his three-month coma, followed by his beloved son’s six-month coma. It was widely speculated that Mr. Bawa would retire again from Goju-Fist and concentrate on his restuarant, JUNIOR’S. However, Mr. Bawa later intimated that his wife and son had given him the go-ahead to stay in the highly-competitive and lucrative GojuFist industry, whilst still running his restaurant. Last night the GojuFist Arena was packed to the rafters again. However, it took only one round for Mr. Chris Bawa to demolish the Crankboss again in another classy show of incredible talent, and it was absolutely devoid of the terrible punishment he meted out to Crankboss in their first fight. Later, Mr. Bawa dedicated the fight to his late friend, Mr. Darlett Thompson, and to his friend and trainer, Mr. Wailer Vroom. Later on he took time to take a picture with a formerly unknown Mr. Joe Duncan, a student at the University of Legon who, Mr. Bawa said, helped him with a motorbike ride one morning, a deed that saved Mr. Bawa’s life. Mr. Duncan’s proud girlfriend, Josephine, was also in the picture, which has since gone viral on the Legon campus and on Social Media. We all await the next title defense which would pitch Mr. Bawa’s skills and expertise against Hyun Ninchun Puuputie, the GojuFist champion from Thailand. Mr. Puuputie is…
ACTION COMMITTEE REPORT ON SODOMY SCANDAL AT THE JAMES FORT PRISON
…following an upheaval in the prison. Four inmates serving a total of 450 years were brutally sodomized by some inmates of the prison. The four, Mr. Zachariah Berma, known in the shady underworld as King Shapiro, Mr. Curtis Dan, Mr. Ato McBaiden and Mr. Jonathan Afful, were singled out for this savage attack. It was rumored that some of the inmates whose family were damaged by drugs, took revenge on the four men who were part of the biggest drug cartel on the continent. The attacks took place in the morning shower. It has rendered the men totally shocked, and Mr. Jonathan Afful is said to be highly-traumatized. This Committee, therefore, was set up as a matter of urgency to look into this atrocity….
WHISPER TONGUE NEWSPAPER HEADLINE:
ELAINE BOATENG STRANDED AT THE ALTAR
…between Elaine Boateng, the popular Heartbeat Television show hostess of the hit talk show GIRL VIBZ, and Mr. Wachipa Sey, an Engineer and a Nature Watcher. Earlier in the year, Mr. Sey became a sensation in the country and on Social Media when his powerful cameras captured the famous scenes that led to the unfair imprisonment of GojuFist Grandmaster Champion, Mr. Chris Bawa. These videos showed the real sequence of actions that eventually led to the arrest and imprisonment of Elaine’s former husband, Mr. Jonathan Afful and his accomplices. The Elaine-Sey romance was much publicized, and came as a shock to many people, with some members of the society feeling affronted by their decision to tie the knot. It later came out that Mr. Sey was responsible for Elaine’s pregnancy. However, in a rather shocking move, Mr. Sey changed from Public Hero to Public Enemy Number One when he failed to show up for their wedding which was highly attended by Ministers of State, artists, and powerful movers and shakers from the corporate, political and entertainment worlds. It was indeed a day of great shame and indescribable humiliation for Elaine when, in her bridal dress, she finally fled from the church room wailing when Mr. Wachipa Sey did not show up. It is reported that she is highly traumatized, and has taken refuge in the Mission Manse of Golgotha Heights International Church under the care of the Reverend Brand Bawa. It has since emerged that Mr. Wachipa Sey is wanted for similar offences in Canada, Australia, United Kingdom and Russia. Reports from Interpol indicates that in all these countries he impregnated high-profile women, promised to marry them, and then ditched them on their wedding days. An official Interpol record shows that he has so far done this to fifteen women, who have given birth to a total of seventeen fatherless children. This shocking revelation came to light and it has stunned many people. Apparently, Mr. Wachipa Sey’s Interpol police record shows that he has multiple nationalities, and is a master of disguise, scamming women on the Internet until they give him plane tickets or money to join them. His police record indicate that when he was in his late teenaged years he caught his girlfriend making love to his uncle, and this has affected him so much that it has turned him into a beast having a medically unstable mental condition, and he is out to get revenge against women. A warrant has been issued for his arrest, but he has not been seen so far. However, with the police from about six countries looking for him, we have no doubt whatsoever that soon this psychotic evil man will be brought to justice to answer….


FINAL EPISODE 93
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ONE YEAR ON
THE CHRIS BAWA FAMILY RESIDENCE
Chris is driving a sleek customized black Hummer.
The car is passing along a beautiful seafront, and they can see the waves lapping gently on the shore.
Junior is sitting in the front passenger seat, and his eyes are glued to the window as he takes in the amazing sight.
Effe is in the back seat, looking as beautiful as ever, cradling their nine-month old daughter, Eyram.
JUNIOR
(awed)
Cooooool! This place is so cooool, Daddy! I love it! I wish I’m staying here! Can we live here?
Chris chuckles and reaches over and tussles his hair.
Effe carefully puts the baby in the carrier on the seat beside her, and then she leans over, her face puzzled, and nibbles at Chris’ ear.
EFFE
(intrigued)
So where are you taking us, Chris-Love? This surprise of yours is killing me!
CHRIS
(laughing)
It is a surprise, but we will be there soon. Just exercise patience, kids.
Effe and Junior laugh, and then Chris swings the car unto a beautiful tarred road, and soon they are travelling through tall royal palms, the scenery giving way to an amazing green.
Even Effe is quite impressed by the incredible view of the sea, greenery and beautiful royal palms.
The car is now climbing a gentle hill, and then they crest the hill.
That is when Effe gasps.
Spread below them is a most amazing house.
It is perched beneath the crest of the hill, partly hidden by the tall royal palms.
It is a magnificent white and deep ash edifice, made more beautiful by a breathtaking combination of glass and figurines.
The gates are gold and silver, the grounds shrouded in amazing grid-work design of marble and stone, in an intricate design of an architect who has a great beauty eye.
EFFE
(breathless)
Oh my dear sweet Jesus!
JUNIOR
(awed)
Wooooooooooow! What’s that place, Daddy?
CHRIS
I bought the land, together with a semi-built house, with the money I earned from the first Crankson fight. Ever since, all the money I made from my three title defences, and my profits from JUNIOR’S, went into completing this house for my family. Welcome to our new home!
He is aware of Junior screaming, absolutely agitated in his wish to get into the house.
EFFE
(humbled)
Oh, Chris-Love!
CHRIS
(tenderly)
Like it, Angelface?
Effe runs a hand down his chest, her eyes still fixed on the incredible house.
EFFE
I love it, Chris-Love. Our home, our base, our new beginnings. This time, dear Lord, let it be for ever!
Chris puts a hand on hers and smiles happily.
CHRIS
It’s going to be, my love. Forever!
The golden gates slide open on automated hinges when Chris uses the remote, and then Chris drives through.
Effe is stunned.
It is the most beautiful house she has ever seen. All it needs is life!
She looks at the amazing forecourt, the incredible garden area, and far beyond that she sees a sports area, a playground for the children, and a man-made waterfall that simply halts her breath.
When the car comes to a halt Junior gets out in a rush, already picking up his spots of interest.
Chris gets down and takes baby Eyram from Effe.
She mounts the steps to the ornate door and waits impatiently as Chris opens it.
She marches through, and then stops with a muted little gasp, and then she walks through the rooms and halls with a little tingle of delight in her heart.
EFFE
I’m definitely going to love it here, my love.
CHRIS
(chuckling)
I didn’t know how you would like it, and so I left the decorations. Thought we would choose things together, you know, to our taste. But the master bedroom has a rather lovely bed, and so does the kids’ rooms. Way I see it, we can even spend the night here.
She stops by the window and looks at him, and then she waits patiently as he approaches her.
She goes into his arms, and feels his soul in his eyes.
Her heart breathes when his lips descend, and she knows that finally, the turmoil might really be over, and this time their love will have the air to breathe.
THE CHRIS BAWA FAMILY RESIDENCE – NIGHT
It has been a tiring day.
Junior loves the house so much, especially having his own play room and library.
He and Chris had played outside for a long time, riding the incredible slide that ends in the swimming pool, treasure hunting in his own bouncing castle, grand-prix racing in his own mini race tracks in his own cars, and having great fun sliding down the waterfall.
He had squealed with pleasure and laughed himself sore, and watching them with baby Eyram, Effe had felt the glow of joy growing bigger and bigger in her chest.
Finally they had come inside, taken lunch, and Junior had gone to his library to do his homework, after which he had watched a little TV in his play room and then ended up playing learning games on the Sony Play Station console.
After his bath he had almost fallen asleep whilst taking his cup of warm cocoa with cream and cookies, one of his favourites, whipped up by his dotting father.
Chris had finally carried him off to his room, helped him get into his pyjamas and put him to bed.
Tired and quite sleepy, his little voice arrests Chris as he walks towards the door.
JUNIOR
(sleepily)
Daddy?
Chris goes back to the bed.
CHRIS
(tenderly)
Champ. I’m here.
Junior holds up his little arms.
JUNIOR
Huggy-huggy.
Chris smiles, his heart filled with great love, sits on the bed and gives his son a great hug, realizing that maybe he even needed it more than the boy.
CHRIS
Alright, Champ. Time to sleep. Angels guard you, sleep bliss.
Junior still clings to his neck.
JUNIOR
Daddy?
CHRIS
Yes, Champ.
JUNIOR
(worried)
No more prisons? No more troubles? Me and you and Mommy and Baby Eyram are going to be really really really happy here forever and ever and ever, aren’t we?
Chris exhales and runs a hand down his son’s back.
CHRIS
A new beginning, my boy. No more prisons, no more troubles. God is going to see us through, because when you were sick I made God a promise to worship Him if He healed you, and I’ve started it, and I know we’re going to be alright forever and ever, my son.
Junior nods, and Chris slowly lowers him to the bed.
JUNIOR
(sleepily)
I really really really love you, my Daddy.
As always Chris feels tears in his eyes receiving that massive emotional boost from his son.
CHRIS
(tenderly)
I really really really love you more, my Hero.
Junior falls asleep with a huge smile on his face.
Chris gets up and stands looking down at his son for a while, and then he switches the light to a soft blue shade, and leaves the room.
Effe is in the huge living-room watching a telenovela.
Chris enters the bedroom and stoops over the cot of baby Eyram.
He bends and kisses her cheeks, and she mutters with disapproval, batting his scraggly beard away.
He chuckles, and then he enters the bathroom and takes a long shower.
Wearing white slacks and singlet, he returns quietly to the living-room and sees that Effe has fallen asleep on the sofa.
He goes outside and locks the gates and the doors, sets up the security systems, and then he comes back and gathers Effe into his arms.
He begins to carry her up the stairs.
She puts her arms around him and burrows her face in his chest.
EFFE
(purring sleepily)
Hmmm. Make love to me, Chris-Love. I’ve missed you like ten years.
CHRIS
(chuckling)
You’re a damn nympho, Mrs. Bawa. We did it like ten times yesterday.
She laughs softly and nibbles at his ear.
EFFE
Can’t get enough of you, Mr. Bawa. You owe me five years of clearance, the way I see it.
He laughs and carries her up and up, and suddenly she is quite awake, realizing he is not taking her to a known destination.
CHRIS
You got the baby monitor, Angelface?
EFFE
(intrigued)
Yes, my love. Why?
CHRIS
Taking you to the roof. Wanna show you something!
Presently they arrive on a landing, and he opens a door, and carries her to the roof of the building.
He puts her down gently.
Effe stands there, swaying, her lips open in a perfect silent oval ‘O’.
The roof top has a small swimming pool, a mini-bar, a shaded sitting-area and the most incredible view she has ever seen.
EFFE
(breathless)
My dear goodness! This is beautiful!
CHRIS
Come and see something, my Angelface.
They walk to the edge of the protected roof, and she gasps with shock.
Out there in the distance is the sea-line, the waves breaking gently on the shore, the sea itself glittering in the moonlight like diamonds.
And on the other side of the sea-shore she can see the night lights of Accra and the incredible array of dazzling lights spread over the city.
They are high up on the roof, and all that beauty is spread below them, and it is so absolutely wonderful to behold that she can barely take her eyes off.
She is not aware that Chris has left her side as she stands gazing at the incredible romantic sight, and she knows that she is going to love it here, and that this moment, right here, will be relived over and over again in the coming years.
Presently Chris comes back to her holding a beautiful glass tray on which are five round cookies.
She turns to him slowly, and as the night wind whips her negligee gently around her, and the dim lights plays on her rosy face, and as she raises a hand to brush strands of hair from her face, she carves the most beautiful figure he has ever seen yet of her, and his throat constricts with the depth of love he feels for this woman.
She sees the love on his face, and slowly it mirrors on her face, and she reaches out slowly and touches his cheek.
EFFE
(softly, passionately)
Lord, I love you, Chris Bawa, you bad boy.
CHRIS
(lovingly)
You’re loved beyond measure, Effe, my Angelface.
He proffers the glass tray to her.
EFFE
Cookies? Love cookies? Have you put some aphrodisiac in there to make me go wild and kill you tonight with some spectacular bed moves?
Chris laughs in his deep tones, and his cheeks dimple in the muted lights, and her body tingles.
He is so handsome, and he is all hers, and she just wants to devour him.
CHRIS
Special cookies, my love. Chinese fortune cookies. Made with love for you. You should eat them carefully, from the smallest to the biggest. The Chinese believe they bring love.
Effe takes the tray and sets it down carefully on a low table beside her.
Chris turns and stares across the city.
Effe watches him for a while, and then she picks the smallest cookie first and bites into it.
It is delicious and exquisite, but then she realizes there is a paper in it.
She quickly takes out the paper and unfolds it.
It is too dim to read it so she picks up the tray again and walks towards the mini bar where there is a shaded light, all the time casting furtive glances at Chris, but he pretends not to notice her and continues to stare out at the incredible sight.
She sets the tray down on the bar table and reads the short message on the paper.
EFFE: MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY BREATH…
She feels a kick to her heart, a savage blast of love renders her speechless.
Trembling, she picks up the next small cookie, and this time she does not bite it, but breaks it open and extracts the little slip of paper, and reads:
I THANK GOD FOR YOU…
With unsteady hands she breaks the next cookie:
I THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE YOUR LIFE…
The fourth cookie has this message:
I’LL LOVE YOU, WITH MY DYING BREATH.
And by this time Effe is crying so much with happiness that when she takes the last cookie she has to brush tears from her eyes to break it.
The last cookie, which is the biggest, crumbles, and instead of a white paper with a message three beautiful diamond-studded silver and gold rings fall into her hands.
With a little whimper she turns and walks slowly to him.
He turns finally and smiles at her.
Her beautiful face is awash with tears of happiness, and she is holding out the rings to him, and the look in her eyes is the kind of look many men seek, and only a few lucky ones get.
EFFE
(whispering)
Damn you, Chris Yaw Bawa! You have no right to make me love you like this, for making me know that without you I’ll die!
He smiles gently, picks up the two little rings, takes her left hand, removes her golden rings, and slips the new rings unto her wedding finger.
CHRIS
(tenderly)
A new affirmation of my love, Angelface. With these rings, I pledge myself to you, to hold and love only you, no third parties ever again, no matter what, to love only you, now and forever, till my last breath, and I make this Vow in the presence of the Lord! I love you, my Angelface, for eternity, and I’ll always be true to you.
Effe looks at him through blurred eyes.
Her heart is almost bursting open with her happiness.
She takes the big ring, slips his old ring off, and gently pushes the new ring unto his finger.
EFFE
(overwhelmed)
A new beginning, my love. I’m yours forever, as I’ve always been, never to doubt you again, never to hurt you again, always to believe you in all circumstances, to love you with my breath, with my soul, with my life, in the presence of the Lord I make this Vow.
She takes a stumbling step into his arms and receives his lips hungrily, thirstily, violently.
Their tears of joys mingle, and when they finally part for air he whispers against her lips.
CHRIS
(passionately)
You wanna make love now, my Angelface?
EFFE
(emotionally)
No, no, no, Chris-Love. Just hold me tight until I settle down, please, because you’re simply killing my heart with love this night, and I don’t think I can take it!
He smiles as she cries gently against his chest, holding him so fiercely that he knows his strength to face life again is complete.
No more fears, no more pains, no more bitterness.
It is a most sweet and beautiful night.

THE END.

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