Thursday, 5 July 2018

PASSWORD 2 Episode 53


There was a momentary silence between them.

“Oh, you wanted to speak to me,” Kofi said with a smile. “Is it about a job offer? God knows I need a job urgently. I’m going to marry the girl I love, you know, a most wonderful girl called Maa Abena. Trouble is, I don’t have even one cedi in my name, can you imagine that?”

“That, indeed is bad,” Mr. Brempong said. “We’ll see what we can do about that. But first, what I wanted to tell you about. As I was saying, my wife died a few minutes after giving birth to our son.”

He paused again.

He was obviously getting quite emotional as he fought back tears, and Kofi wondered what was really happening to this wealthy man.

“We had been married for almost fifteen years without a child, and then she got pregnant, you know, and she was a little bit aged,” Mr. Brempong continued. “Everything went well, but she died suddenly with her son in her arms. Well, in the anxiety after her death, when I got to the clinic after Doctor Kankpe called me, I couldn’t find my son. It seemed that in the frantic activities that followed my wife’s death, someone stole our son.”

“Jesus Christ!” Kofi said with shock. “You lost your wife and son at the same time?”

Tears fell down Mr. Brempong’s face.

“Yes, I did,” he said softly. “It was quite a terrible time for me. My younger brother was with my wife at the time. He’s called Abbiw, and he was supposed to have looked after my son. Well, we all thought someone stole him, and I have been living in a nightmare for twenty-five solid years. I never saw my son. Doctor Joan only told me that my son had a mark on his back, a black mark like a flying eagle.”

Kofi Kuntu suddenly scrambled to his feet and moved away from the man with a stunned grunt. He took quick steps away from him, shaking his head numbly, too shocked to speak.

The man followed him.

He took out a white envelope from his pocket and extracted a sheet of paper from it.

“Doctor Joan Kankpe called me, Kofi. You see, when you were shot and she was dressing your wound, and she saw the mark again! She knew you were the baby she helped my wife deliver and who was stolen right after her death! The mark at your back really fascinated her since eagles are her favourite birds, and so she never forgot it.”

Kofi was dazed, and his heart was beating with a myriad of powerful emotions!

Throughout school, that had been his nickname; ‘The Eagle.’

He had even had pictures taken of that strange birthmark, and had used it as for various associations, especially display photos.

What was this man talking about?

Surely this couldn’t be!

“Doctor Joan Kankpe called me, and I came, and whilst you were on admission in the hospital, unconscious, we took your blood sample and we did the DNA test, and it proves you’re my son, Kofi!,” Mr. Brempong continued, unable to hold back his tears now. “But I didn’t need that test, my son! The moment I saw you on that bed, I knew who you were! You look exactly like your mother!”

“No!” Kofi screamed as tears of anguish fell down his face. “No, no, no, no, no, no! That can’t be true, sir! They told me my parents died in an accident! I have lived from foster parents to foster parents, who were paid money from a government agency to raise me! I left the house of the last foster parents when I was sixteen years because the man beat me all the time!”

“It was my brother’ fault, my brother Abbiw!” Mr. Brempong cried, his tears running unchecked now. “He didn’t want me to have an heir! When my wife died soon after giving birth to you, Abbiw took you and gave you to some people that trafficked in babies! They stole babies and sold them to wealthy people in need of children! But, their car was involved in a fatal accident, and the police found you. Abbiw traced you to the police station and brought some foster parents to come for you, whom he was paying secretly.”

“That’s wickedness!” Kofi exploded, the pain in his heart extreme, his face tortured. “Why would he do such a thing to his own brother and his own nephew?”

“Yes, sheer wickedness, and I’m really going to deal with him severely,” Mr. Brempong said. “He knew what he did was evil, and he was feeling so guilty! When your first foster parents died, because they were so old, he found new parents for you, but he never showed his face to you or the foster parents. He preferred to work through shady people who pretended to be government people.”

He paused and took out a huge, perfumed handkerchief to wipe his tears.

“When you fled from your last parents he could not trace you again, and he never tried to find you,” Mr. Brempong continued softly. “When I told him Joan found you again, he broke down and confessed everything! Your own uncle did this to you, to us, to me, my son. Come, Kofi Brempong, come to me! You don’t know how long I’ve longed to hold you in my arms!”

Kofi could not speak as his father wrapped him in his arms.

He held the man tightly.

They could not speak.

Their deep, shuddering tears was the only language they were capable of at that moment.


They went to the cells before leaving the police station.

Director Bobo Dovlo was standing at the far wall, but when he saw Kofi and his father standing outside in the corridor he ran to the cell gate and gripped it hard.

He looked his age now, old and unkempt!

His hair was grey and straggly, his clothes wrinkled and soiled. He hissed at Kofi, almost like snarl of a mad dog.

“You bastard!” he whispered with hatred, reaching to through the bars and trying to grab Kofi. “You filthy, stinking little piece of shit! I’m going to kill you!”

Kofi looked at him, and then he took a deep sigh, shaking his head sadly.

“You’re going to spend the rest of your life in prison, Mr. Bobo,” Kofi said softly. “I forgive you. May you find favour in the sight of God.”

“Bastard!” Bobo Dovlo cried and shook the cell gates with fury. “You stinking piece of cunt! Die a miserable death, do you hear me? You and that stupid Kankpe bitch! You will both die!”

Obrempong Assiffuah placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“Let’s get out of here, son,” he said softly. “This loser isn’t worth it. We have a lot to catch up on. Let’s go to my island. You’ll love it!”

“Yeah, Dad,” Kofi said and turned away, and then he looked at his father with a happy smile on his face. “You have an island?”

“We, son,” Obrempong said, smiling happily. “Serwaa Island, named after your mother. You’ll love it!”

“Oh, boy!” Kofi said, slipping an arm around his father’s shoulders. “Oh boy, oh, boy, oh boy!”

“Eat shit!” they heard Bobo Dovlo scream. “Eat shit, Kofi Kuntu! Lick shit! Aboa bi ba! You will die! You and Baluu, and Kankpe! All of you!”

“I think that man has been mad for a long time,” Brempong stated.

“I’m gonna kill you all!” Bobo Dovlo screamed. “You and Baluu!”

That made Kofi stop.

He was still as if frozen, and then he turned toward the cell again.

“Kofi?” his father said tightly, not liking the look on Kofi’s face.

Kofi traced his steps back to Bobo Dovlo and glared at the sick man with fury.

“That reminds me,” Kofi said gently, but his eyes remained cold. “Baluu wanted to see you again, and to tear you from limb to limb! But you’re really not worth it. I’m very sad Baluu isn’t here to rip your head off your shoulders, you murderer!”

“Eat shit, you turd!” Bobo Dovlo hissed with hatred. “Eat shit and die!”

“I forgive you for what you did to me, Bobo Dovlo,” Kofi said menacingly. “I don’t hold any grudges! But this is for Baluu, you bastard!”

“What is that?” Bobo Dovlo asked disdainfully. “What is for Baluu, you piece of shit?”

Dovlo’s face was pressed into the bars of the cells as he looked at Kofi with hatred.

Kofi gathered all his strength into his right fist, and he left fly!

His fist smashed into Bobo’s face, hurling the man bag like a doll!

Bobo screamed shrilly with pain.

He smashed to the floor of the cell, his nose broken and lips broken by Kofi’s blow as blood splotched his face.

He spat, and Kofi had the satisfaction of seeing some loose teeth falling from the man’s mouth. Bobo Dovlo was moaning with acute pain now, holding his mouth as blood seeped between his fingers.

He looked up at Kofi from the floor, and this time there was terror in the depths of his eyes.

Kofi, satisfied and appeased, walked out with his father.


A month later the incredibly beautiful private helicopter circled Serwaa Island.

“Goodness me!” Nii Lin exclaimed as he turned and peered out of the window of the helicopter. “It’s really an island! You’re having your wedding on an island, Maa Abena?”

Maa Abena, in her beautiful wedding dress, smiled happily behind her veil, and gripped her father’s arm tightly.

Across from her Elsie, the new Director of the Adada Asylum, was sitting with Maa Abena’s proud mother.

“Herh, Kofi owns an island,” Mr. Agyeman said proudly. “He’s dosted roff! My son-in-law!”

“Technically, it’s his father’s island,” Nii Lin supplied rather unnecessarily.

This brought a roar of laughter from the people in the helicopter.

Meanwhile, Kofi was at the altar, waiting impatiently.

Ato Sey, his best man, was standing by his side.

They looked so resplendent in their black wedding suits.

The wedding arena was filled with people from all walks of life!

It had been arranged to look like a real garden, complete with miniature angels and wild animals posing around the incredible garden.

The wedding jingle began, and everyone looked up, and then she appeared.

All eyes turned to watch her.

Baluu, sitting in the front row with his beautiful fiancée, and wearing a beautiful white gown that would have taken a hundred yards to sew, turned and looked at Maa Abena.

“Ei, no be small!” he said with a laugh, and Kofi turned to him with sudden fear, but Baluu and Ato began to laugh at the same time.

“Don’t worry,” Ato said, chuckling. “God used me to cure him!”

“Are you sure?” Kofi asked worriedly. “When that man says ei, no be small, usually somebody gets hammered!”

“Your head wai!” Baluu shouted up at him, laughing.

The giant was having such a great time!

He had been out of the Adada for almost two weeks now. Kofi, Ato, Baluu and Brempong Assiffuah had had some incredible times on the island.

Kofi could not take his eyes off Maa Abena as she approached.

She was exquisite, the most beautiful and most amazing sight he had ever seen.

He still stared at her even when she was standing by his side.

Pastor Michael Crankson, the officiating minister, cleared his throat and bent his head, staring at the front of Kofi’s trousers.

“Herh!” Pastor Crankson said, quite taken aback. “Herh! What is that?”

Kofi, Ato and Maa Abena both looked down, and saw Kofi’s massive erection pushing out of his trousers.

“Kweeerh!” Ato said, giggling. “That’s called jack, Pastor, also known as oluman dade, Kweku domsuro, ogidigidi, ahunu abobirem, police abaa, chuku-chaka train, okukuseku!”

Maa Abena began to giggle, increasing Kofi’s discomfiture.

“Ei, Kofi!” Maa Abena said, unable to keep her laughter away. “As for this night I’ll get pregnant and give birth to triplets before morning!”

“What is wrong with you, young man?” Pastor Crankson said, quite unnerved. “I’ve never seen anything like this all my life as a pastor! Ohooo! Aaaba! Erection even before the vows? What’s wrong with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Kofi said, smiling. “Please, let’s hurry up!”


Oh, yeah, almost forgot….

Maa Abena gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, nine and a half months later.

Baluu reclaimed his inheritance and got married too.

And Ato Sey now goes around doing terrifying things to demons…


Oh, yeah, almost forgot…

Director Bobo Kofi Dovlo, was sentenced to four hundred and twenty-five years in prison when he was found guilty of a long list of terrible atrocities, including a conviction on four counts of first degree murder…


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