THE JAILBIRD EPISODE 93 – FINALE
© Aaron A. A
Beginning of the story: THE JAILBIRD here
ONE YEAR ON
THE CHRIS BAWA FAMILY RESIDENCE
Chris is driving a sleek customized black Hummer.
The car is pas-sing along a beautiful seafront, and they can see the waves l@pping gently on the shore.
Junior is sitting in the front pas-s£nger seat, and his eyes are glued to the window as he takes in the amazing sight.
Effe is in the back seat, looking as beautiful as ever, cradling their nine-month old daughter, Eyram.
Cooooool! This place is so cooool, Daddy! I love it! I wish I’m staying here! Can we live here?
Chris chuckles and reaches over and tussles his hair.
Effe carefully puts the baby in the carrier on the seat beside her, and then she leans over, her face puzzled, and ni-bbles at Chris’ ear.
So where are you taking us, Chris-Love? This surprise of yours is killing me!
It is a surprise, but we will be there soon. Just exercise patience, kids.
Effe and Junior laugh, and then Chris swings the car unto a beautiful tarred road, and soon they are travelling throu-gh tall royal palms, the scenery giving way to an amazing green.
Even Effe is quite impressed by the incredible view of the sea, greenery and beautiful royal palms.
The car is now climbing a gentle hill, and then they crest the hill.
That is when Effe g@sps.
Spre-ad below them is a most amazing house.
It is perched beneath the crest of the hill, p@rtly hidden by the tall royal palms.
It is a magnificent white and de-ep ash edifice, made more beautiful by a breathtaking combination of glas-s and figurines.
The gates are gold and silver, the grounds shrouded in amazing grid-work design of marble and stone, in an intricate design of an architect who has a great beauty eye.
Oh my dear sweet Jesus!
Wooooooooooow! What’s that place, Daddy?
I bought the land, together with a semi-built house, with the money I earned from the first Crankson fight. Ever since, all the money I made from my three title defences, and my profits from JUNIOR’S, went into completing this house for my family. Welcome to our new home!
He is aware of Junior screaming, absolutely agitated in his wish to get into the house.
Like it, Angelface?
Effe runs a hand down his che-st, her eyes still fixed on the incredible house.
I love it, Chris-Love. Our home, our base, our new beginnings. This time, dear Lord, let it be for ever!
Chris puts a hand on hers and smiles happily.
It’s going to be, my love. Forever!
The golden gates slide open on automated hinges when Chris uses the remote, and then Chris drives throu-gh.
Effe is stunned.
It is the most beautiful house she has ever seen. All it nee-ds is life!
She looks at the amazing forecourt, the incredible garden area, and far beyond that she sees a sports area, a pla-yground for the children, and a man-made waterfall that simply halts her breath.
When the car comes to a halt Junior gets out in a rush, alre-ady picking up his sp©ts of interest.
Chris gets down and takes baby Eyram from Effe.
She mounts the steps to the ornate door and waits impatiently as Chris opens it.
She marches throu-gh, and then st©ps with a muted little g@sp, and then she walks throu-gh the rooms and halls with a little tingle of delight in her heart.
I’m definitely going to love it here, my love.
I didn’t know how you would like it, and so I left the decorations. Thought we would choose things together, you know, to our taste. But the master be-droom has a rather lovely be-d, and so does the kids’ rooms. Way I see it, we can even spend the night here.
She st©ps by the window and looks at him, and then she waits patiently as he approaches her.
She goes into his arms, and feels his soul in his eyes.
Her heart breathes when hisl-ips descend, and she knows that finally, the turmoil might really be over, and this time their love will have the air to breathe.
THE CHRIS BAWA FAMILY RESIDENCE – NIGHT
It has been a tiring day.
Junior loves the house so much, especially having his own pl@yroom and libr@ry.
He and Chris had pla-yed outside for a long time, ri-ding the incredible slide that ends in the swimming pool, treasure hunting in his own bouncing castle, grand-prix racing in his own mini race tracks in his own cars, and having great fun sliding down the waterfall.
He had squealed with plea-sure and laughed himself so-re, and watching them with baby Eyram, Effe had felt the glow of joy growing bigger and bigger in her che-st.
Finally they had come inside, taken lunch, and Junior had gone to his libr@ry to do his homework, after which he had watched a little TV in his pl@yroom and then ended up pla-ying learning games on the Sony Pl@yStation console.
After his bath he had almost fallen asleep whilst taking his cu-p of warm cocoa with cream and cookies, one of his favourites, wh!pped up by his dotting father.
Chris had finally carried him off to his room, helped him get into his pyjamas and put him to be-d.
Tired and quite sleepy, his little voice arrests Chris as he walks towards the door.
Chris goes back to the be-d.
Champ. I’m here.
Junior holds up his little arms.
Chris smiles, his heart filled with great love, sits on the be-d and gives his son a great hvg, realizing that maybe he even nee-ded it more than the boy.
Alright, Champ. Time to sleep. Angels guard you, sleep bliss.
Junior still clings to his n£¢k.
No more prisons? No more troubles? Me and you and Mommy and Baby Eyram are going to be really really really happy here forever and ever and ever, aren’t we?
Chris exhales and runs a hand down his son’s back.
A new beginning, my boy. No more prisons, no more troubles. God is going to see us throu-gh, because when you were sick I made God a promise to worsh!pHim if He healed you, and I’ve started it, and I know we’re going to be alright forever and ever, my son.
Junior nods, and Chris slowly lowers him to the be-d.
I really really really love you, my Daddy.
As always Chris feels tears in his eyes receiving that mas-sive emotional boost from his son.
I really really really love you more, my Hero.
Junior falls asleep with a hvge smile on his face.
Chris gets up and stands looking down at his son for a while, and then he switches the light to a soft blue shade, and leaves the room.
Effe is in the hvge living-room watching a telenovela.
Chris enters the be-droom and stoops over the cot of baby Eyram.
He bends and k!sses her cheeks, and she mutters with disapproval, batting his scraggly beard away.
He chuckles, and then he enters the bathroom and takes a long shower.
Wearing white slacks and singlet, he returns quietly to the living-room and sees that Effe has fallen asleep on the sofa.
He goes outside and locks the gates and the doors, sets up the security systems, and then he comes back and gathers Effe into his arms.
He begins to carry her up the stairs.
She puts her arms around him and burrows her face in his che-st.
Hmmm. Make love to me, Chris-Love. I’ve missed you like ten years.
You’re a damn nympho, Mrs. Bawa. We did it like ten times yesterday.
She laughs softly and ni-bbles at his ear.
Can’t get enough of you, Mr. Bawa. You owe me five years of clearance, the way I see it.
He laughs and carries her up and up, and suddenly she is quite awake, realizing he is not taking her to a known destination.
You got the baby monitor, Angelface?
Yes, my love. Why?
Taking you to the roof. Wanna show you something!
Pres£ntly they arrive on a landing, and he opens a door, and carries her to the roof of the building.
He puts her down gently.
Effe stands there, swaying, herl-ips open in a perfect silent oval ‘O’.
The roof t©p has a small swimming pool, a mini-bar, a shaded sitting-area and the most incredible view she has ever seen.
My dear goodness! This is beautiful!
Come and see something, my Angelface.
They walk to the edge of the protected roof, and she g@sps with shock.
Out there in the distance is the sea-line, the waves breaking gently on the shore, the sea itself glittering in the moonlight like diamonds.
And on the other side of the sea-shore she can see the night lights of Accra and the incredible array of dazzling lights spre-ad over the city.
They are high up on the roof, and all that beauty is spre-ad below them, and it is so absolutely wonderful to behold that she can ba-rely take her eyes off.
She is not aware that Chris has left her side as she stands gazing at the incredible ro-mantic sight, and she knows that she is going to love it here, and that this moment, right here, will be relived over and over again in the coming years.
Pres£ntly Chris comes back to her holding a beautiful glas-s tray on which are five round cookies.
She turns to him slowly, and as the night wind wh!ps her negligee gently around her, and the dim lights pla-ys on her rosy face, and as she raises a hand to brush strands of hair from her face, she carves the most beautiful figure he has ever seen yet of her, and his throat constricts with the depth of love he feels for this woman.
She sees the love on his face, and slowly it mirrors on her face, and she reaches out slowly and t©uçhes his cheek.
Lord, I love you, Chris Bawa, you bad boy.
You’re loved beyond measure, Effe, my Angelface.
He proffers the glas-s tray to her.
Cookies? Love cookies? Have you put some aphrodisiac in there to make me go wild and kill you tonight with some spectacular be-d moves?
Chris laughs in his de-ep tones, and his cheeks dimple in the muted lights, and her b©dy tingles.
He is so handsome, and he is all hers, and she just wants to devour him.
Special cookies, my love. Chinese fortune cookies. Made with love for you. You should eat them carefully, from the smallest to the biggest. The Chinese believe they bring love.
Effe takes the tray and sets it down carefully on a low table beside her.
Chris turns and stares across the city.
Effe watches him for a while, and then she picks the smallest cookie first and bites into it.
It is delicious and exquisite, but then she realizes there is a paper in it.
She quic-kly takes out the paper and unfolds it.
It is too dim to re-ad it so she picks up the tray again and walks towards the mini bar where there is a shaded light, all the time casting furtive glances at Chris, but he pretends not to notice her and continues to stare out at the incredible sight.
She sets the tray down on the bar table and re-ads the short message on the paper.
EFFE: MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY BREATH…
She feels a kick to her heart, a savage blast of love renders her speechless.
Trembling, she picks up the next small cookie, and this time she does not bite it, but breaks it open and extracts the little sl!pof paper, and re-ads:
I THANK GOD FOR YOU…
With unsteady hands she breaks the next cookie:
I THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE YOUR LIFE…
The fourth cookie has this message:
I’LL LOVE YOU, WITH MY DYING BREATH.
And by this time Effe is crying so much with happiness that when she takes the last cookie she has to brush tears from her eyes to break it.
The last cookie, which is the biggest, crumbles, and instead of a white paper with a message three beautiful diamond-studded silver and gold rings fall into her hands.
With a little whimper she turns and walks slowly to him.
He turns finally and smiles at her.
Her beautiful face is awash with tears of happiness, and she is holding out the rings to him, and the look in her eyes is the kind of look many men seek, and only a few lucky ones get.
Damn you, Chris Yaw Bawa! You have no right to make me love you like this, for ma-king me know that without you I’ll die!
He smiles gently, picks up the two little rings, takes her left hand, re-moves her golden rings, and sli-ps the new rings unto her wedding f!nger.
A new affirmation of my love, Angelface. With these rings, I pledge myself to you, to hold and love only you, no third p@rties ever again, no matter what, to love only you, now and forever, till my last breath, and I make this Vow in the pres£nce of the Lord! I love you, my Angelface, for eternity, and I’ll always be true to you.
Effe looks at him throu-gh blurred eyes.
Her heart is almost bur-sting open with her happiness.
She takes the big ring, sli-ps his old ring off, and gently pushes the new ring unto his f!nger.
A new beginning, my love. I’m yours forever, as I’ve always been, never to doubt you again, never to hurt you again, always to believe you in all circu-mtances, to love you with my breath, with my soul, with my life, in the pres£nce of the Lord I make this Vow.
She takes a stumbling step into his arms and receives hisl-ips hungrily, thirstily, violently.
Their tears of joys mingle, and when they finally p@rt for air he whispers against herl-ips.
You wanna make love now, my Angelface?
No, no, no, Chris-Love. Just hold me ti-ght until I settle down, plea-se, because you’re simply killing my heart with love this night, and I don’t think I can take it!
He smiles as she cries gently against his che-st, holding him so fiercely that he knows his strength to face life again is complete.
No more fears, no more pains, no more bitterness.
It is a most sweet and beautiful night.
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