Thursday, 5 July 2018

PASSWORD 2 Episode 45-46

Doctor Joan Kankpe began to scream shrilly, and then she turned and fled toward the door, but he was behind her like a wild beast.
“Shooshor!” he drawled crazily. “Whishy dooshier tonkoshisho balatoodan?”
He leapt on Joan Kankpe, and both of them crashed to the floor!
He was on top of her, huge and heavy, and his huge hands crept around her neck, and he began to choke her viciously.
She could not scream and she could not breathe!
Death was knocking on her door!
She tried to scratch his face, but he kept his head back, and she dug her nails into his upper arms, scratching cruelly, her fingers digging in and drawing blood, but he didn’t seem to feel it!
He was just intent on strangling!
“Shooshor!” he screamed as his saliva drooled from his mouth and spattered on her. “Youshooshor! Glash, shooshor, glash! Shoo atu kalpa duplash ashooshoo! Shooshor!”
Joan Kankpe knew she had but a few seconds to live as the pressure became unbearable.
And then, thankfully, the drug did its work at last, and Bobo Dovlo collapsed on top of her in a faint!
She pushed him to the floor as she wept uncontrollably and choked horribly!
Her throat was so sore! She could barely swallow saliva.
She crawled to her bag and took her phone, and called Police Superintendent Kelly Hope.
“Yes, Doctor?” he asked brusquely.
“Whorszap!” Joan gasped painfully.
“What?” the policeman shouted. “I can’t hear you!”
“Whorszap! Whorszap!!”
“WhatsApp?” the policeman asked, deeply puzzled.
“Yersh, Yersh!” Joan said hoarsely.
A moment later his WhatsApp text came.
SUPERINTENDENT
Are you alright? What’s going on?
JOAN
Sending you location. Bobo Dovlo’s residence. He killed his first wife and drove his brother in law insane. He wants to kill Kofi Kuntu. Pls come immediately. He has a gun, trying to kill me!
SUPERINTENDENT
10 Minutes!
Joan dropped the phone back into her bag and crawled to the open safe behind Bobo’s desk.
She took out all the files in the upper drawer.
And then she took the gun, sat very far away from Bobo, pointed the gun at him with the safety off, and waited for the policemen to arrive.
***
Kofi Kuntu opened his eyes slowly.
He saw at a glance that he was back inside the infirmary of The Adada Asylum.
There was an infusion feed in his arm, and he felt a dull pain in his shoulder area.
He was disoriented for a while, and then slowly the events that had led to him and Baluu being captured came to him, and he shut his eyes tightly as great depression assailed him.
He was back in the clutches of Doctor Kankpe and Director Dovlo!
What had they done to him now?
He wondered how long he had been under.
He turned his head slowly with despair.
Sunlight was streaming in through the open windows, and he saw a woman sitting at the far end of the ward keying figures into a desktop computer.
She turned her head and saw him, and then she stood up quickly and came over.
She was an elderly woman in a cream dress, her grey hair carefully coiffured.
“Hello,” she said in a kind voice and smiled down at him. “You’re finally awake.”
He looked at her with miserable eyes.
“How long have I been here, please?” Kofi asked.
“Oh, you’ve been out for two days, actually,” she said, again with a kind smile. “My name is Aidly Boamah, a doctor. I want to reassure you that everything is okay now.”
Kofi licked his lips nervously.
“I’m not insane,” he said listlessly, and she smiled kindly at him and reached out to touch his cheek.
“I know, Mr. Kuntu,” she said softly. “I know. You’ve been through a hell of a time, and I do feel so sorry for you. But, investigations are still going on, alright? I can’t give you much details now, but I want to reassure you that as soon as you’re well enough to be discharged, you’ll walk out of here a free man. We know what Doctor Bobo Dovlo tried to do to you.”
Kofi shut his eyes tightly, but the hot tears slowly rolled down the sides of his eyes and fell hard.
“Please, tell me I’m not dreaming!” he sobbed.
“Your nightmare is over, Mr. Kuntu,” Doctor Boamah said.
Kofi could not help it…
He began to weep, his body shaking violently as the horrors of the last few months came back to assail him, and news of his freedom washed over him with the balm of precious peace.
The doctor stood looking down at him, and then she touched his shoulder gently.
“I know you can’t help it, Mr. Kuntu…”
“Please, call me Kofi.”
“Well enough,” she said with a smile. “You have to get a grip on yourself, Kofi. You were hit by a bullet, and we needed to do some minor surgery on your shoulder. If you shake too much it might affect the sutures and stitches, so try to lie as still as possible.”
“And Dovlo?” he asked in a trembling voice.


“Well, he was picked up yesterday evening by the police, Kofi,” she said with a little smile. “Like I said, I’m not cognizant with all the details of the case. I’ve just been informed that there is nothing wrong with you. When you’re a bit better, I’ll do an examination on you myself, just a formality, and you can leave.”
“Oh, there’s another man here…Baluu,” Kofi said in a rush. “He’s not supposed to be here! For many years Director Dovlo had been giving him bad drugs to make him go insane.”
“Yes, dear, we’re aware of that,” the woman said sadly. “But Baluu will have to stay here for a while longer to enable us slowly withdraw him from the medications and work on his mind. Fortunately, he’s been having very frequent lucid instances, so I’m sure that he’ll be integrated back into society very soon. He was asking how you were doing this morning.”
Kofi nodded numbly, too emotional to speak.
“There’s a man here whom we have allowed to come and see you,” Doctor Boamah said. “He’s been waiting since morning, ever since he heard you might wake up today.”
“Ato?” Kofi asked eagerly, his wet face alight with pleasure, and tried to get up.
He winced when a bout of pain lanced through his whole body.
“Don’t try to get up!” the doctor said sharply, pressing his shoulders down. “Yes, it is Ato.”
“Oh, where’s he? I gotta see him!”
“Alright, wait a while,” she said and touched his cheek again. “I’ll go and get him.”
She left him and went outside.
Kofi kept staring at the door, and sometime later Ato appeared and looked down the ward for Kofi.
He was looking good in black slacks and a white linen shirt, excellently-tailored.
As he walked down hurriedly towards his friend, his face lit up with happiness, and tears brimmed in his eyes.
He stood looking down at Kofi, and both of them were silent for a long while, and then he nodded.
“Brother!” Ato whispered tremulously.
Kofi’s lips trembled as he looked at Ato.
“Something we need to discuss first, bro, before anything else goes down,” Kofi said quickly, his expression very distressed. “Code ABCD got fucked up, bro.”
He watched with great inner turmoil and pain as the smile slowly disappeared from Ato’s face, and an expression of acute torture filled his eyes.
“Maa Abena,” Ato whispered unsteadily, shaking his head numbly.
Kofi nodded miserably.
“Listen, bro, I’m so, so sorry!” he whispered tremulously. “I’ve never felt this way before about any girl. She’s the one, bro. I love her. I know I have to honour the Code, but I can’t bear to live without her, bro. It is a feeling I’ve never felt before. It is like she is a part of my generic makeup, mehn, like some precious organ, like my heart. The thought of living without her kills me! I can’t give her up, please, bro! I don’t know just how far you intend to go with her, and I’m so sorry for any pain this will bring you, bro! But Maa Abena…she’s my breath. Without her, I breathe not!”
Ato was absolutely rigid as waves of pain washed through him.
He looked at Kofi, and his lips trembled.
“Not even for our friendship, K?” he asked unsteadily, and tears shimmered in his eyes.
“No, Ato,” Kofi said, his own pain cracking his face, destroying it. “I’ll do anything for you, bro. I’ll die for you if I have to…but if I’m going to live, if I’m not going to die for you, then I can’t live without her.”
Ato looked down at his shoes for a long time, and then when he looked up Kofi saw the raw pain cutting up his friend’s face, and it cut him to the core.
Ato had unshed tears in his eyes as he looked at Kofi.
“Oh, Ato!” Kofi wailed. “I didn’t know you felt that way too!”
“Does she feel the same way about you?” Ato whispered.
“I believe she does, bro,” Kofi said dejectedly. “I believe she does. We didn’t plan it, bro. We just lived it, man.”
Without another word Ato reached into his pocket and brought out a beautiful glass case, and then he showed it to Kofi.
It glittered with the most exquisite, diamond-studded engagement ring Kofi had ever seen.
“I was going to ask you whether this is good enough for Maa Abena, before proposing to her, you bastard!” Ato said with pain, and then he put the case on the bed beside Kofi and turned away.
“Ato!” Kofi cried with the depth of his misery. “Come on, man! Don’t leave like this! Please, Ato, please! Come back, bro!”
“Fuck you, K!” Ato shouted and started running.
Kofi watched his friend leaving, and a part of him died inside.
As he turned his head he saw her.
Maa Abena!
She was standing at the entrance of Ward B.
She was in her white uniform and cap, and canvas, and she looked just like an angel as she stood there…and even from that distance he could see the tears on her cheeks.
She walked forward slowly until she was standing gazing down at his face.
She raised a hand and brushed the tears from his cheeks slowly.
“I heard,” she said softly. “I really mean that much to you, Kofi Kuntu?”
Kofi’s lips trembled.
“You mean more, Abena!” he whispered with passion. “You mean much, much more. I need only you, want only you, miss only you…I love only you, Abena.”
She sat down slowly by his side, and then she bent her head, and when her lips touched his he almost cried…it was the most exquisite feeling he had ever had.
Her lips were so soft, so sweet, so alive!
He didn’t touch her.
He just received her, and he wished he could stop time and freeze the particles of form so that he could remain like that for many years!
Her tears mingled with his, and her heart beat in tandem with his, a perfect piece of rhythm that no composer could ever fathom.
It was living.
This was bliss…the heartbeats of happiness!

To be continued..

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