ATROCITIES… SEASON FOUR
EPISODE 3
From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
*****
I drove out of the house in shame and booked a hotel room to stay.
I stayed in the hotel for two days before going back home.
Eve approached me immediately I entered the house.
Baaba, please talk to me, what is happening in this house? Mom is not ready to talk to me, she only advised my husband to go to his home until such a time that we are ready to go back to the States. She explained.
Eve, why then don’t you ask your husband, he might be in the better position to explain everything to you. I responded.
Baaba, I asked him but he doesn’t know anything about what is happening. He said he is only following mom’s orders. She said.
Eve, if you really want to know what is happening, let’s please get into my room and talk over drinks. I suggested.
Sure Baaba, please let’s go. She responded.
In the first place where is mummy? I inquired.
She’s gone out to see her friend. I called her not long ago and she said she will soon be on her way. She responded.
I walked Eve into my room and served her a poisoned juice.
Cheers my sister, welcome to my world of confession. I toasted.
She took the drink and quickly gulped down half of it.
Now talk to me Baaba, what confessions are you talking about? She asked.
Eve, let me make it precise before you go off.
The truth of the matter is that, I’m in love with your fiance, and I want him to marry me instead of you. I said boldly.
What! Baaba, are you out of your mind? That man is my husband to be so how and why should you fall in love with him? Eve asked in shock.
Eve, I met that man before you, besides, I am beautiful and se-xy than you, so I must get the best of everything. I responded.
Over my dead body Baaba! This is an atrocious act and I won’t allow it to happen. She screamed angrily.
Of course Eve, I’m glad to hear the over your dead body aspect.
I’m gladly informing you that, you will soon die and that man you call your fiance, will be mine. I teased.
Me? Die? My God will never watch me die. She responded and stood up.
Eve, save the little energy you have, because that your God, forsook you minutes ago and allowed you to drink this poisonous drink.
That same blind God, watched me fu-ck Pastor Fiifi some months ago. I confessed angrily.
What! Baaba! You poisoned me?
You slept with Pastor Fiifi? Oh Baaba, why? She screamed in pain.
I pushed her so ha-rd on the floor and covered her screaming mouth with a pillow.
I struggled with her for minutes until finally, the poison took effect on her.
Eve gasped for breath and I hurriedly pushed her un-der the bed.
Just then, mom entered my room.
Baaba, where is Eve? Mom asked in fear.
I haven’t seen her mom, why in the first place would you look for Eve in my room? I responded harshly.
Baaba, if Eve is not in this room, why is her phone lying on the floor?
Why do you have two gla-sses of juice in here? She asked.
Eeerrrm, well, she’s gone to see her husband. I responded quickly.
It’s a lie Baaba, I don’t trust you.
Before I entered this house, I heard voices from your room.
Somebody help me!!! Everybody come!!!! Mummy screamed all of a sudden.
I tried stopping her but she screamed so loud.
The maids run into my room with speed.
Mummy what is it? They asked.
Please search this room, Baaba is hiding something from me. I can’t find Eve. She instructed in tears and fear.
I tried escaping from the house when they started searching but the securities caught me up and held me firmly.
Soon, Eve’s unconscious body was brou-ght out of my room and mummy’s driver drove her on top speed to the hospital.
Mummy wailed so loud in pain.
Call the police, please call the police. She instructed the guards.
I struggled with the guards when I heard the mention of the police.
I sli-pped throu-ghtheir hands and took to my heels.
ATROCITIES… SEASON FOUR
EPISODE 4
From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
****
I sli-pped throu-ghtheir hands and took to my heels.
I run so fast into an unknown bush and smuggled my way into a village.
I just didn’t know where to start my life from.
I didn’t know whom to even talk to.
I stayed in the village’s riverside until I was approached by a good Samaritan.
My sister, please what are you doing here? You seem to be a stranger. She asked
Yes please, I am. Can you help me get a place to stay? I asked.
Let me first go and inform my parents, if they agree, I will come for you. She responded and walked away.
I sat down quietly in thoughts. I am glad Eve is no more. What matters is, I’ve achieved my target. I thought happily.
Minutes later, the lady came to the riverside with his brother to call me.
My sister, my father said I should bring you home. She said.
I followed them to their house.
It was a mud house.
Her parents were seated in the compound chatting happily.
I greeted them and they offered me a seat.
You are welcome to our home my daughter, may we know who you are? The man asked.
Eeerrmm daddy, first of all, I must thank you for bringing me into your home.
My name is Baaba, I stay in the city.
My parents died few months ago in a car accident, and my uncles want to kill me in order to have their a-ssets.
Daddy, I run throu-ghthe bush into this village for my life because my life is more important than material things. I explained with lies.
My daughter, you have spoken well. Once you have life, you can get everything you are destined for. The man responded.
Anyway, my name is Pastor Yaw Adomako, the head pastor for the Pentecost church in this village.
And this is my wife, Adwoa Gyamfuaa. These are also my children, Serwaa and Manu.
You are most welcome to my home. We wish you a happy stay. The man introduced.
My daughter, I am tou-ched by your story, but I a-ssure you that, our God will never forsake you. Mama Gyamfuaa added.
Serwaa, please take her to the room and give her a place to rest till supper is ready. Pastor Adomako instructed.
Serwaa walked me into the room and I nearly vomited.
An unplastered floor with kitchen stools scattered everywhere.
Baaba, please rest on this mat, I will come and call you when the food is ready. Serwaa said.
I laid down on the mat unhappily but it was at least better than police cells.
Days pa-ssed and I started my saucy attitude towards Serwaa and Manu.
I insulted them at the least opportunity.
One day, I engaged in a hot argument with Serwaa.
Serwaa, you think I am your cla-ss right?
Had it not been something, I wouldn’t have been in this miserable thing you call a house.
Listen to me carefully, I come from a rich home unlike you. It is only poor people who worship some supposed God. I insulted.
Baaba, you can blurb all you can, but I was never brou-ght up to look down on anybody.
You are from a rich background, yes!
And I am from a poor home, no doubt about that.
One thing you should know is that, if paupers like my family and I had not existed, you probably wouldn’t have gotten a place to lay your troubled head.
Baaba, in this life, everybody needs somebody.
The rich need the poor to be able to glorify God the more.
The poor needs the rich, to strive more in prayers to be like them.
So you see, we all need each other, to be able to draw closer to our maker. She preached.
I accidentally poured water on you, and I must say I’m terribly sorry. I never meant to. She apologized and walked to the backyard.
I sat down quietly in shame.
Just then, Pastor Adomako returned from evangelism.
Baaba how are you? He asked.
I’m doing great daddy. I responded calmly.
Baaba, I heard everything that transpired between you and Serwaa, I was standing right behind the house.
In the first place, forgive her for pouring water on you.
Secondly, there are few things you must know.
Baaba, there is no poor person in this world.
Poverty is relative. You will only become poor when you surrender to life’s struggles.
We might not have flashy houses nor cars, but we are rich enough to have life, a place to lay our heads and at least water to quench our thirsts.
Riches are not cars nor houses.
To be rich is to have peace of mind.
To be rich is to be humble and merciful like we were to you.
If you will ever look down on anyone, it should be when the person has fallen and you are bowing yourself down to give him a helping hand to get up once again.
You talked about cla-ss Baaba, but I a-ssure you that, cla-ss is cla-ssless until its foundation is embedded in humility and decency.
Learn to respect everyone no matter how distant you are from the person in life’s race. He advised.
I just didn’t know when tears dropped off my cheeks.
Pastor Adomako’s words pierced me de-eperly.
Daddy please forgive me, I’m so sorry for my harsh words. I responded in remorse.
It’s OK Baaba. Let your changed behavior be the best apology. He said.
Gradually, I started getting used to the house and their way of life.
Though it was a life of poverty, I still had to endure because I had no option.
They did morning devotion, daytime prayers, bedtime prayers and midnight prayers.
Pastor Adomako always tried his best to teach me the holy Book.
Baaba, our God is a merciful God, no matter how many times we sin, he forgives us and still accept us into his bosom.
What I want you to do is to confess your sins in prayers and start living a righteous life, and I bet you, your uncles will look for you wherever you are, to give back what belongs to you. He once preached to me.
I began taking his preaching to heart.
I started cogitating about the life I had lived and began questioning myself.
Baaba, what was the need to sleep with lots of men just to cause people pain?
What was the need to break the chancellor’s home because his wife advised me?
What was the need to infect Cindy with HIV?
Why did I have to sleep with strangers and attempt sleeping with my own father?
And God, why have I killed Eve? I thought in tears and remorse.
Good parenting eluded me from infancy. If I had gotten a father or a mother like Pastor Adomako and Mama Gyamfuaa, I wouldn’t have been on the run.
I thought bitterly and felt the need to give my life to Christ.
I admired the righteous life Pastor Adomako and his family were living.
Prayer was their food, and generosity was their lifestyle.
I always remembered how my mother injected into my innocent heart, atrocious acts.
I gnashed my teeth and prayed ceaselessly for forgiveness.
Most times, I walked to the church premises and stayed there from morning till evening in prayers.
To be continued…