VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON TWO
EPISODE 1
I must do something!
Brenda, are you surprised? I hope you heard my husband very well. You ain’t leaving this house with a thing! If you despise us, we despise you! Mummy yelled.
I’ve heard you all, but plea-se, the sim and memory card are mine and I can’t leave it behind. I responded confusedly.
They are yours? Brenda did you say that? What money did you use to buy them? You must be kidding me. Daddy responded.
I painfully handed the bags and the phone to them, hoping to devise a strategy to get it back.
Now walk out of this house, you intruder! Mummy yelled.
I turned to look at her with a half smile.
You call me an intruder mummy, no one perfectly intrudes, if she’s not given the permission to do so.
If you had been a woman of virtue, this intruder you see here today, wouldn’t have been here. I responded and began walking away.
What do you mean by that Brenda? Stay right there and explain yourself. Daddy screamed in anger.
Your excellency, plea-se don’t banter words with her, just let her go. My mother cut in smartly.
I turned slowly once again.
Your excellency, you heard your wife, don’t banter words with wisdom, it will only bring out the fool in you.
If you want to find answers to any questions, she is equally capable of helping out.
Your excellency, the day you will know that you are called your excellency for betrayal, will be the day you suffered stro-ke due to shock. I stated again and walked out.
Come back here Brenda! You must explain this nons-en-se! Daddy screamed as I walked away.
Madam, I’m sorry for the stress, plea-se stay strong and fight for us all. Damfo whispered when I got to the gate.
Thanks Damfo, but I nee-d you to help me get back my phone. I have lost one evidence on that.
Kindly s£nd it to your wife in case you get it.
I will be going there from time to time to check if you have been able to get it. I whispered back.
Madam, then plea-se go and stay with her. Damfo suggested.
No Damfo, it will raise suspicions, and your life will be at stake. Don’t worry, I will be fine, just get the phone for me. I responded and walked out of the house.
I headed straight to where I hid the c@m£ra.
When I got there, someone had dug the hole and gone with the c@m£ra and the tape.
Instantly, I fell down.
Jesus Christ of Nazareth! Who has done this to me? Who took away my hope?
Someb©dy help meeeeeeeeee! Someb©dy help!!!! I began to wail.
People c@m£ around and inquired what it was.
What is it madam? Why are you wailing as if you’ve lost your life? One of them asked.
Bro plea-se, you people must help me. I kept my money in this hole, and someone has taken it away. I responded in tears.
Money? Why should you leave your money here when there are banks in this country? That sounds childish. He responded.
Madam, plea-se pu-ll yourself together. Life must go on, you don’t have to cry yourself to death. One of them consoled.
I got up and headed to an unknown destination.
Life must indeed go on. I thought.
I went to the place almost every day to check whether the person has returned the c@m£ra and the tape.
Unfortunately, there was no sign of it.
Days pas-sed and I kept frequenting Damfo’s wife to check on my phone.
Mrs Damfo, plea-se any news from your husband? I inquired.
No madam. He called yesterday to tell me to cook for you anytime you come here. She responded.
That’s thoughtful of him Mrs Damfo, but plea-se, whenever he calls back, tell him food is the least of my problems. I responded sadly.
I’ve heard you madam, but plea-se, kindly call me Akua, Damfo is my husband’s nickname, his real name is Kwabena Marfo. She explained.
I’m sorry Akua, I never knew. Kindly forgive me if it has inconvenienced you in any way. I responded.
Not at all madam, I’m just letting you know. She responded.
Less I forget madam, there is vacancy at where I work, I was wondering if you would like to work there. She added.
That sounds like a relief. I’m ever re-ady to do it, just link me up. I responded.
But madam, there is a little problem. The job doesn’t suit your personality. She added quic-kly.
Well Akua, the only job that doesn’t suit my personality is prostitution, drug peddling and robbery. Aside that, I am good to go. I responded
Alright madam. You will be employed as a cleaner. It is a pri-vate hospital and I work there as ward as-sistant. She explained.
That is no problem at all my sister, I will write the application and channel it throu-gh you. Kindly alert me anytime they request for my pres£nce. I responded.
Where can I find you madam? Akua asked.
I sleep at the lorry park in the night, but helps one woman to sell provisions at her shop during the day. I responded and gave her the directions.
After one month, I took my salary from the woman and bought a phone.
I went to the telecommunications office to get my old Sim card.
Things gradually bec@m£ better as I continued to work with the woman, just that, the salary was a bit small.
I managed to rent a place to stay.
One afternoon, I was called by the hospital authorities to attend an interview for the cleaning job.
I bought myself some dresses, worked on my hair and attended the interview.
I was employed afterwards.
I couldn’t just thank Akua enough for that offer.
Thanks so much for your efforts Akua, I owe you much gratitude for this job. I said.
Come on madam, this is nothing at all.
The daughter of a whole President doesn’t deserve this. She responded.
Akua, never in your life, refer to me as the president’s daughter, I am not.
I don’t ever want to hear you tell anyb©dy. I warned unhappily.
I’m sorry about that madam, I didn’t mean to upset you. She responded remorsefully.
Simply call me Brenda. I responded.
Less I forget, I have a phone now, can I get your husband’s number? I requested.
She called the numbers to me and I left her house.
When I got into my room, I called Damfo.
Hello Damfo, how is everything? Any news about my phone? I asked.
No madam, the house is gradually becoming tough to stay.
Madam Richlove is trying everything possible to blackmail me out of this house. He responded sadly.
That is serious Damfo. What are you going to do now? I inquired.
Madam, I want to sleep with her to save my job. He responded.
What! Damfo, tell me you didn’t say that. I screamed.
I’ve said it madam! I nee-d this job to cater for my family. He responded and hanged up.
VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON TWO
EPISODE 2
I’ve said it madam! I nee-d this job to cater for my family. He responded and hanged up.
I could ha-rd ly breath nor think.
God help me, if Damfo falls for this, Richlove will buy him with money to reveal everything I’ve discussed with him. I thought.
I kept calling him severally but he refused to answer.
I then decided to s£nd him a message.
“Damfo, I was not there when you promised to stay faithful to your wife, but trust me, the God we all worsh!pwas there. If you cheat on your wife, you’ve insulted Almighty God. Think throu-gh this, and find a better way of vindicating yourself.
S-x can not buy a woman forever, it will only buy her for a period of time when she’s hor-ny. And plea-se don’t forget that, about 90% of women get hor-nyevery month when they are ovulating.
If you sleep with Richlove, then be re-ady to sleep with her forever. That also means that, you are going to live in sin as a way of life.
And don’t also forget that, the wages of sin is death”.
I waited several minutes, but there was no response.
I called back, but he didn’t answer.
I began to feel that was the end of my friendsh!pwith Damfo.
My only hope of evidence against my family was gone. I thought almost in tears.
I began working at the hospital.
Few days at the workplace, I was approached by a young gentleman.
Hello S-xy, I’ve been seeing you around, do you work here? He asked.
I turned and stared at his flatteringl-ips for a second, and began to walk on.
Young lady, I am talking to you, how dare you walk out on a whole doctor?
A doctor whom all the ladies in this hospital are yearning for. He br@gged.
I’m glad to hear that Mr doctor, but I suggest you go ahead and talk to all those ladies and st©p stalking me. I responded.
Stalking you? What in God’s name do you think I will want to do with a mere cleaner like you? He asked angrily.
A mere cleaner or a mere S-xy cleaner? I asked sarcastically.
If my memory is right, you just called the so called “mere cleaner” S-xy.
What has the word S-xy, got to do with our working relationsh!p? I asked.
I can see you have guts, but listen, no one dares me this way and go free.
I promise to make your stay in this hospital unbearable. He threatened.
I stared at his face for minutes in smile, and walked out on him finally.
I did my work as expected of me for few months and gathered some money to buy few items for Kojo in the prison.
Brenda, where at all have you been? You kept me waiting for too long, how far with everything? He asked, the moment he saw me.
I’m sorry Kojo, I couldn’t live up to my promise. I have failed you, and I’m here to apologise. I responded in tears.
What happened Brenda? Talk to me. He said.
I explained everything from commence to halt to Kojo.
This is serious Brenda, but that is not the end of it all.
You still have to stay focused. You still have people like us, to save from injustice.
Tears is a good sign of failure, it breaks you, rather than building. Wipe them off, and concentrate on the task ahead.
Brenda, I urge you, not to blame yourself for anything, nature is the driver, it has chos£n it’s direction, and there is nothing you nor I can do. Kojo advised.
Thanks Kojo, but tell me, what can I do now? I asked.
Brenda, go to Damfo’s wife, convince her to convince her husband to come home, and then, you can talk face to face with him. Kojo suggested.
That’s brilliant Kojo, thanks for your encouragement. I responded.
But in all things Brenda, don’t forget to stay safe. He cautioned as the prison guards took him back to his cell.
I left there and headed straight to Damfo’s house.
Welcome Brenda, we are working at the same place, but we ha-rd ly see ourselves. Akua said with smiles.
That is because we are busy doing what is right.
We get paid for what we do, so we must do what we do best, for our legacy to live on. I responded.
You are right my sister. Anyway what brings you here? Akua inquired.
Akua, I’ve been calling your husband but he doesn’t answer, I was wondering if you could call him for me on your phone. I narrated.
Hmmmm my sister, It’s been two months since I heard from my husband.
The last time he called, he told me, His excellency the president has banned all his domestic workers from using phone in the house. Akua explained.
That is a fat lie Akua! It is not allowed anywhere! I screamed.
Tone down Brenda, you are scaring me. What do you think my husband is up to? Akua asked worriedly.
Akua, there are women in my father’s house, and you don’t have to leave your husband in their hands. I threatened.
This is getting serious Brenda, I must go to your father’s house tomorrow, I can’t trade my husband for some supposed job. Akua responded angrily.
plea-se do my sister, I am solidly behind you. I added up.
To be continued…