Thursday, 5 July 2018

PASSWORD 2 Episode 31-32

“Ato,” she said. “What about him? What has he told you?”
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“He’s my best friend, Abena,” he said quietly. “He’s been more than a brother to me. I love him above all men, and he’s very dear to me.”
“I know all that already,” she said in a rush. “But what has that got to do with you and me?”
“Oh, come on!” he said, almost agonised. “I knew about you from Ato, Maa Abena! He had a display photo of you on his phone, showing only your eye! He showed it to me several months ago! He told me you’re the only lady he would love to marry, you know, and we have this code we live by, the ABCD Code!”
“Interesting,” she said, and the fire had disappeared from her face, and she looked very disappointed. “ABCD, I see. And what’s that?”
He tried to hold her again because suddenly she was scaring him, but she moved back a pace, out of reach of his arms.
“Tell me about this ABCD thing, Kofi.”
He looked at her, saw she was serious, and he sighed.
“It’s nothing, really, please,” he said unhappily. “It’s just a silly initialism for Area Buddy, Code Desert. It just means that if your friend has shown an interest in a girl, you never ever try to win the girl yourself even if she didn’t accept your friend’s proposal. In other words, you can’t date your friend’s ex, or relative, or a girl that refused to date your friend.”
She was definitely hurt now, and she tried to speak for a moment, but she could not. She licked her lips, and then when she looked at him her lips trembled.
“Wow, I see,” she said in a very soft voice. “So, because Ato told you he wants me, whatever that means, because he had not expressly intimated anything of the sort to me. So, if my understanding is clear here, Ato told you he would want to date me, and because of that I’m now out of bounds to you?”
He nodded miserably.
“Something like that, Abena,” he said slowly. “Look, after that I never really spoke to Ato. But I have to speak to him, you see, and find out if he really meant what he said. I’ll also tell him what I feel about you.”
“Okay, let me get this straight,” she said, and nodded. “So if you speak to him, and he confirms that he likes me, or even loves me, let’s take it like that, then you can’t be with me even if it is you I prefer?”
He nodded, looking absolutely shattered now, his face pained beyond recognition.
“Yes, Maa Abena,” he said. “But I will –”
“But nothing, Kofi,” she said in a hurt little voice, shaking her head, and once again tears glistened in her eyes. “You’ve really disappointed me, Kofi. I don’t think you’re the kind of man I want to fall in love with.”
She moved away from him and snatched up the basket, and then she began to walk away.
He was alarmed, and terrified immediately.
He felt a sudden pain in his chest, a pain he was not accustomed to, a pain that tore through him with ferocious intensity.
“Maa Abena, please wait!” he cried and tried to get out of the bed. “Don’t do this to me, please! This is all new to me! I’ve never felt like this before, please! Just wait and hear me out, please!”
She stopped and turned to face him, and she was gasping with pain, her eyes filled with unshed tears and her lips trembling.
“It is not me you want, Kofi Kuntu!” she said tremulously. “Your claim of love is as shallow as it is fickle! You better go fight for your Akweley. For your information, she found a new man. I saw her when I had my day off. She is going to get married to one of her father’s associates this weekend. Let Doctor Joan call her for you because she won’t pick my call. Tell her to wait for you. The two of you deserve each other. Just leave me alone, Kofi Kuntu!”
And with that she turned away and rushed out of the infirmary, leaving Kofi all alone in his misery and hurting so badly that he could barely breathe.
It dawned on him quite suddenly that he felt more for Maa Abena than he had admitted even to himself!


When Senior Nurse Elsie Ansah entered the plush office of Judge Akwasi Buabasah, she was quite shocked to see that Dr. Hassan Braimah was also present.
Hassan Braimah was the Chairman of the Adada Board, and she knew him to be a hard man. She had first considered taking her evidence to the Director, but she had known that he was a good friend of Bobo Dovlo, and she had been worried this would compromise the Chairman’s judgement.
She had concluded that coming to Judge Buabasah was the best option. One, the judge was convinced that indeed a wrong had been committed against Kofi, he would reach out to the appropriate authority.
She had called the judge and set up a meeting through his personal secretary, and here she was this early Tuesday morning, which was her off day. She had spoken to the judge, who had expressed interest in what she was going to say. She assumed that the gist she had given the judge was the reason why he had summoned the doctor.
Elsie knew that under normal circumstances she would have been happy that the Chairman was there, but the fact that he was Director Dovlo’s best friend rather cast a dark slur on the whole issue.
“Hello, Miss Elsie, I presume?” the judge asked and indicated a chair next to the chairman’s chair.
“Please, have a seat. We have been expecting you. I take it you know Dr. Braimah?”
Nurse Elsie smiled sheepishly as she greeted and sat down.
“Yes, I do know the Chairman of the Adada Board, sir,” Elsie said nervously.
“Good, good,” Judge Buabasah said and leaned back. “Hassan, this is the lady I spoke to you about. Actually, when Ruth set up the appointment I had her call Elsie yesterday, and we spoke. She had some really depressing news about one of the inmates I sent to the institution, Kofi Kuntu. She claims there is nothing wrong with the young man, who Director Bobo Dovlo, on the orders of the court, run a psychological analysis on and concluded that he was quite insane. I was present when the boy exhibited some rather insane antics, and I had no option than to remand him at the institution. Miss Elsie now tells me that Kofi’s reaction in my presence was induced by some injection Bobo Dovlo gave him.”
Hassan Braimah, a large swarthy man wearing a smock and black trousers, turned his cold eyes on Nurse Elsie.
“That is a really serious and dangerous allegation you’re making, Nurse Elsie, to put it mildly,” the Chairman said, and it was quite evident that he was displeased. “Now why on earth would Bobo Dovlo set out to intentionally drive a young man insane? It beats the imagination, and it is quite preposterous! I’ve known Bobo for quite some time now, you know. I was in Middle School with him, right down to the university, even before he married his first wife. What you’re inferring is absolutely mind-boggling, unethical, criminal, inconceivable and so barbaric that I just can’t wrap my mind around it. Give me a reason, just one, why a professional like Doctor Dovlo will do such a thing!”
Elsie looked at the Chairman without batting an eye.
“Because, some years ago, Kofi Kuntu made the unfortunate mistake of having a short affair with a woman he didn’t know was married,” Elsie said carefully.
“That woman was Mrs. Naana Basiwaa Dovlo, the late wife of Doctor Bobo Dovlo.”
There were sharp intakes of breath from both men, and then they exchanged startled looks.
“Go on, Miss Elsie Ansah,” Judge Buabasah said tightly. “Tell us about this. Everything you know!”
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Events took quite a frightening turn later that afternoon!
Maa Abena, hurting in her room after that painful moment with Kofi, heard a knock on her door, and when she opened it she saw Nii Lin standing there with a happy expression on his face.
“Looks like you just won the lottery, Nii Lin,” she said, intrigued.
“Wow, more than the lottery!” he said with a grin. “You know Miss Ansah went to see that buffoon of a judge?”
Maa Abena smiled but she scowled at him too.
“Yes, she told me, and I’ve been praying,” Maa Abena said. “Is she back?”
“Yes!” Nii Lin said with a broader grin. “She came back with the Judge and the Chairman of the Adada Board! They’re all in Bobo Dovlo’s office. I was sent to call you.”
“Oh, thank God, thank God!” Maa Abena said with a happy triumphant smile. “Just a moment, Nii Lin. Let put on my canvas shoes.”
A few minutes later they rode the elevator to the fourth floor of the administrative block and entered the functional conference room where most meetings were held.
Judge Akwasi Buabasah and Doctor Hassan Braimah, the Chairman of the Adada Asylum Board of Directors, were sitting at the head of huge glass-topped conference table.

To be continued..

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