??Love and betrayal ??
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??Episode 18??
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Steve Hollison stops his car in front of
the LOVE BED HOTEL.
The hotel is located at an obscure part of Weija,
and because of its remote acces
many people, especially adulterous men
and women, patronized it a lot.
Steve blows the car’s horn once. A
moment later the black gates are opened
by a hu-ge man with a thick beard.
The man is wearing black trousers and white
shirt.
He is called ABDUL ADAMS, and he is the
Manager.
Steve drives throu-ghto the spacious car
park. There are other cars parked. He gets out,
uses the remote to lock the doors, and
then walks hurriedly to the reception.
Abdul is waiting for him. He smiles
broadly.
ABDUL
Good afternoon, Mr. Hollison.
STEVE
Afternoon, Abdul. How’re you?
He hands some money to Abdul.
ABDUL
Fine o, boss. I beg, Madam no fit come today?
STEVE
She stopped to buy some things. She
would be here soon.
ABDUL
Yes sah, mas-sa.
Abdul leads Steve to a room. Steve goes
into the bathroom as Abdul switches on
the television and the air-conditioner.
STEVE
Show Madam the room when she comes.
ABDUL
Yes sah, mas-sa. I beg, you go nee-d
anything else?
STEVE
No. You have water in the fridge, right?
ABDUL
Yes sah, mas-sa.
STEVE
(nodding)
That’ll be all for now then, Abdul. Thanks.
Abdul leaves the room. Steve stri-ps down
to his boxers and singlet and lies on the
bed. The room is comfortable, but not
luxurious. He sighs, crosses his legs at
the ankles and waits impatiently.
Abdul is busily entering data in a Ledger
Book when the doorbell dings.
He gets up hurriedly and rushes out to the gates.
He opens the smaller gate on the side of
the main gates and looks out, expecting
to see Mr. Hollison’s date, but instead
Chris stands is at the gate.
Chris’ taxi is parked along the narrow path.
Abdul sees that there’s Elastoplast
over Chris’ right eye. Abdul smiles
happily and hu-gs Chris ti-ghtly.
ABDUL
That be my Iron of Fist Weija! Cha, how
be you?
CHRIS
(with a grimace)
I dey well, bro. Just a little sore. That
crazy Chinaman knocked me bad.
ABDUL
(with a chuckle) But you kill am, man.
You be the best.
See, all the people dey respect you now
roff! But cha, thanks for your help man! If
eno be you that crazy Chinese go break
me like some glas-s doll!
The two friends laugh loudly as
they enter the yard. They move to the
reception area and sit down.
Chris hands Abdul a little packet. Abdul
opens it and whoops with great joy. The
packet contains a lot of money in fifty
cedi notes.
CHRIS
(with a smile)
Your cut, man.
ABDUL
But na I dey think Mrs. Simpson take all
the money to pay off my debt.
CHRIS
(shrugging)
Yeah, I bet on me too, double the
amount. So she get some, and I got more
because e be like no br@ bet on me.
ABDUL
(whooping with unbridled delight)
Whooooooo! suc-ker punch! You kill dem!
You be the Boss! Now Mrs. Simpson go
know what’s up! E pain am dread! Ei,
women, because you refuse to sleep plus
am e go bring that mad Chinese Kung Fu man
to kill you and me. Cha, the way you
blow am I sure sey by now e still dey
hospital.
They laugh again, and then Chris leans
forward.
CHRIS
(in a serious voice)
Abdul, you be my paddy. We get plenty
history between us. That’s a lot of
money, bro. E go fit cater for you very
well if you invest am wisely, bro. You can
use it to complete your cold sto-re thing.
If you gamble with that too, then it’s your
own soup, man. I’m out now. I no go fight
or arm-wrestle again.
Abdul looks at his friend with equally
serious eyes. He shakes his head,
touches his beard, and leans forward too.
ABDUL
I get you, bro. I no go go there again. Ebe
over for me too. What make you decide
to stop? That shoddy who come pick you
that night?
CHRIS
(smiling)
Screw you, rasta! She no be shoddy.
Abdul stares at his friend, his eyes wide
with shock.
ABDUL
Dayummmmn! The real deal?
You fall for am?
CHRIS
I swear, bro. I no know what happen, but
I fall for am ha-rd! Too ha-rd. I love am
dread.
ABDUL
w£tin be e name sef … Effe, right?
Cha, she fine pas-s all shoddies I ever see!
D–n! Never thought any kala go fit make you
go gaga like this! Dayummmmmn!!
CHRIS
She be special, bro.
Apart from sey ebe beautiful, brilliant and rich,
cha … she be
humble, kind, loving, angel, angel, angel!
I don’t know how e happen but cha, I wan
spend the rest of my life plus am!
Abdul screams again and smacks his
thi-ghs.
ABDUL
Dayuuummmmn! Solid! You bang am
already?
Chris laughs loudly and punches his
friend on the shoulder.
CHRIS
You mad, you better respect. Make you
no yob s–t about am like that. She be my
Precious Angel, you know!
They are still laughing when the doorbell
dings again.
ABDUL
That go be Mrs. Hollison. Excuse me, I
dey go send am to e husbie.
At the mention of Mrs. Hollison Chris’
heart misses a beat.
He scowls darkly as sudden pain flashes
on his face.
He imagines Effe walking into the hotel room.
Surely it isn’t her!
Surely she can’t do that to him, although
basically they’re still just friends.
He stands up, still with a pained look on
his face. He can hear a woman’s voice
now. He parts the curtains a bit and
peeks into the reception area.
The smartly-dressed woman following
Abdul towards a room in the bend is not
Effe.
Chris grips the curtains with de-ep shock.
CHRIS
(with great surprise)
Oh, my dear Lord!
He knows the woman.
In fact she is a white lady.
A white South African lady.
A woman who was introduced to
him at the Eden Hospital.
She is Mrs. Barbara Henderson.
The wife of Rupert Henderson, the South
African paediatrician at the Eden
Hospital!
What is she doing at a hideout like the Love Bed Hotel?
Why did Abdul refer to her as Mrs.
Hollison?
Abdul returns a few minutes later. He is
smiling broadly.
ABDUL
Cha, you dey feel for some goat light
soup? Wifey prepare some. Make we go
blow!
CHRIS
You say that woman dey come here plus
e husbie?
ABDUL
Who? The white woman? You see am?
She get big a-s dread! I never see white
lady with a-s like that before. Oyibo
Obolo Ikebe Super, hehehe! Yeah, them
dey come here most
Wednesday nights come blow blow them body.
They go lef in three hours’ time.
CHRIS
And her husbie? He be white man too?
ABDUL
(shaking his head) White for the where?
Ebe black man. E name be Steve Hollison.
Them start dey come here keep.
Chris is shocked. He shakes his head
numbly. So Steve had been unfaithful not
only with Elaine, but he is also sleeping with
Mrs. Henderson!
Poor Effe! Poor Rupert!
CHRIS
I know the guy, bro. But I go love see am
fiili fiili!
Abdul looks at him sharply.
ABDUL
Trouble?
CHRIS
Nope. Cool. I jes wan see am!
Abdul smiles.
ABDUL
That means for the next three hours you
go keep me company. Cool. Make we go
blow the goat soup first. I hungry dread!
CHRIS
Okay, bro. But I no dey like the goat balls,
kwasia!
The last time your irresponsible wife put
the goat balls for my soup inside.
I dey resemble person who dey chew
goat balls?
They laugh ha-rd and leave the reception.
Abdul instructs one of the boys to take
over, and then they go away to eat.
Three and a half hours later, Chris hears
voices, and he parts the curtains slowly.
Steve Hollison and Barbara Henderson
are moving down the corridor!
Steve’s arm is dra-ped around Barbara’s
shoulders.
He drops his hand and squee-zes her ample bu-ttocks,
and she squeals with mock anger.
He takes her arm, draws her close, and
they ki-ss de-eply.
They move out, and Abdul follows them
out. Chris sits down slowly in a chair with
shock.
CHRIS
Oh Charley! E ha-rd o!
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Dr. Rupert Henderson finishes knotting
his tie in front of the dressing-mirror. He
takes his coat from off the door
of the wardrobe and puts it on.
He turns and sees Barbara still sleeping.
She is lying on her back, and he thinks
how beautiful she is.
Her short negligé has ridden, expo-sing
her lovely right thigh.
For a moment he thinks of undressing
again and making love to her.
Nowadays their love-making is very
infrequent.
He being a paediatrician, loves kids very
much. He and Barbara has been
married for close to fifteen years now,
and they have no children.
They have tried all avenues open, but
nothing seems to work.
They had seen specialists in South
African, London and Germany,
and still nothing had worked.
In Germany, it had come out that
everything was okay with both of them,
just that for some unknown reason they
simply cannot get children.
Then, he heard of an amazing
Gynaecologist in Ghana called Dr.
Gabriel Anaman. They came down to
Ghana to meet Anaman, and Rupert had
been impressed with the newly-opened
Eden Hospital.
Dr. Anaman had finally pinned
down their problems: evidently Barbara’s body
produces less hormones and other fertile
environments necessary for pregnancy,
and yes he could work on her.
The position for a paediatrician had been
available, and the salary astounding.
Plus Anaman could work on Barbara.
Rupert had put in an application and had
been taken instantly.
Barbara had been hostile moving to
Ghana. Her hostility began when she was
told she was more than partially
responsible for their inability to have kids.
Their marriage had begun to sli-p on
rou-ghseas, and there had been a time, a
brief moment in time, when she had
suggested divorce because she was fed
up with Ghana and wanted
to return to South Africa.
No amount of encouragements from
Rupert, Effe and Anaman could make her
change her mind.
And then she had tested positive, for the
first time, to a pregnancy test.
Their joy had been over the bounds, and
it had saved the marriage. Unfortunately
she had miscarried three months into her
pregnancy, but they had been positive,
sure that it would be possible soon un-der
the expertise of Anaman.
But lately Rupert has been sensing that
there is a change in her, an
awkwardness, almost like a coldness, a
growing barrier that for almost a year has
been getting higher and bigger.
It is beginning to frighten him because
he loves her so much.
RUPERT
I’m on my way, honey.
She opens her eyes and looks at him.
She does not smile. She just sighs.
BARBARA
Alright, honey. Taken your breakfast yet?
RUPERT
Yeah. Housekeeper fixed me something.
Would you be pas-sing throu-ghthe
hospital today?
She turns on her side and raises an eyebrow.
BARBARA
Why?
Rupert frowns.
RUPERT
You have an appointment with Gabby today,
remember?
BARBARA
Oh, yes, yes. Almost forgot. Sure, I’ll pas-s
throu-ghthen, yeah.
RUPERT
Good.
He leaves the bedroom, and Barbara
sighs miserably. She turns on her back
and closes her eyes ti-ghtly.
The door opens suddenly and she sits
up, and sees her husband is back in the
room, looking at her with his sad eyes,
the expression that said he is hurt.
The expression that she has come to see
a little bit more often nowadays, and
which is beginning to haunt her.
BARBARA
Honey? Forgot something?
RUPERT
Not me. You forgot something. Found a
toll ticket in the garage, next to your car,
for the Kasoa Toll Booth. Didn’t know you
went to Kasoa yesterday.
Barbara’s heart skips a terrible beat.
Her face flushes a terrible red, and she is
sure her guilt must be written all over her
face.
How stupid of her!
BARBARA
I … yeah, I wanted to clear my head.
Drove around a bit… you know, just to
drive this feeling of doom away.
RUPERT
Doom? And you drove to KASOA to clear
the doom? Would there be another ticket
in your car to show when you returned?
D–n, Barbs, you told me you went to the
Embas-sy to work!
BARBARA
(tears in her eyes)
Honey, jeez, what’re you insinuating? I’m
not hiding anything from you.
There’s a perfectly simple explanation to-
RUPERT
(shaking his head)
I’m sure there is, honey,
I’m sure there is!
He turns and leaves her.
Barbara is too stunned to move for a moment.
Her fear is spiralling out of
control as it dawns on her that her
husband is on to her affair with Steve
Hollison.
She had started the affair with Steve just
over a year ago, purely by accident.
She had freshly miscarried, and she was
so very lost. She had been close to Steve
because he is the Chief Executive
Administrator of Eden Hospital.
He had also been having trouble over
Effe’s inability to have kids.
They had been at a staff party when an emergency
had arisen.
Effe and Rupert had left, and Steve had
offered to drive her home.
They had both been drunk at the party.
He had tou-ched her thi-ghs on the way home,
and then it had started raining,
and before they knew what was
happening they were in the back seat of
his car making love.
Then they had begun their meetings at
the LOVE BED HOTEL.
It is not that she loves Steve, or that she
does not love Rupert.
She loves her husband very much. Steve
is just fun, a way out of her stress, a
different body to hold.
She has been feeling guilty of late,
especially since that sad look began
creeping into her husband’s eyes.
She always drives to Kasoa, parks her
car, and sits in Steve’s car to the hotel.
Afterwards he drops her at the Mall
where they part ways.
And now a silly mistake, a toll ticket not
thrown away, not disposed of, and
suddenly she sees acute pain in the eyes
of her husband.
Barbara scrambles off the bed and
rushes out of the bedroom.
She almost crashes into her stunned
housekeeper on her way to the front
door.
BARBARA
Rupe! Rupe! Please wait, honey!
The gates are closed and the security
guard is already inside his booth again.
Barbara pauses, and rushes back into the
bedroom.
She picks her phone and calls him. It
rings, and rings, but he does not pick.
She sits still, her panic steadily climbing.
Rupert had been in the dark about her
affair with Steve, the first adulterous
relationship she had had in her marriage.
She had not known how much she loved
her husband, but now that Rupert’s trust
in her has taken a dent she realizes
just how much he means to her.
She knows she has to be near him. She
has to bring him round. To ignore his
sudden festering suspicion will make
everything end in disaster.
She gets up to go to the bathroom.
She is going to the hospital to see him.
But first there is something she must do.
She picks her phone and sends a
message to Steve.
I’M SORRY.
CAN’T BE WITH YOU ANYMORE.
NOW THAT YOU HAVE ELAINE, AND A
CHILD ON THE WAY, I BELIEVE YOU
CAN LIVE WITHOUT ME.
I WANT TO GIVE MY MARRIAGE A
CHANCE.
PLEASE DON’T TRY TO CONTACT ME.
IT’S BETTER THIS WAY.
THANK YOU. GOODBYE.
She waits until the message checks as
sent, and then she deletes it from her
sent folder.
She is in the bathroom when she hears
her phone ringing. It rings several times.
When she comes back to the bedroom
she checks and sees it is Steve. She
sighs and starts to dress up.
He calls again, and she picks the call.
BARBARA
Steve. I’m sorry, but it’s over, really.
STEVE
(voice raised)
What bullshit is that, Barbs? Over the
phone? A message? Is that how you do
it?
BARBARA
Rupe found a toll booth ticket in my car.
Moreover, this thing has been haunting
me. I pretended I didn’t care, but seeing
Effe all cut up because of your betrayal
has been getting me really guilty,
because she’s a good woman. And now
this. Rupe is a good man, Steve. We
better stop this before something really
nasty happens!
STEVE
Hell Barbs!, not now! I really nee-d you now, baby!
This issue with Elaine is really
eating me up, baby! I nee-d you now more
than ever! Please, baby girl! Let’s meet
and sort this out. Let’s talk about this,
please.
BARBARA
I don’t really care, Steve. It was fun with
you. We both agreed no strings attached.
We had fun, baby boy. It’s now time to
move on. I can’t risk losing Rupe. I still
love him, Steve. I’m sorry, but it’s over.
She cuts the call, and does not answer
when he keeps calling back.
When she has finished dressing up she
goes out to look for her husband.
To be continued…