“He must be exhausted. Tired Old man.” Ahmed said quietly to himself.
He dropped the small bag he was carrying on the floor, turned and made to exit the bedroom. As he opened the door, he felt a sharp pain at his back. He looked behind him as he turned trying to touch his back where he was hit. He felt his back soaked. He brought his hand to his face. There was a reddish liquid on his hand but it was not blood. It was some form of poster color.

The Colonel who he thought had been asleep was arched on the bed, a toy gun in his hand. He had a raised eyebrow and the gun was aimed at Ahmed’s chest. He fired again. Another poster color ‘bullet’ hit Ahmed in the center of his chest.

“Ahhh!!!!!” Ahmed shouted in pain. “What the hell was that for?” he finished, wiping the stain from his shirt and moving towards his Uncle The Colonel sat upright and patted the free space on the bed beside him.

“Sit, son.” The Colonel said. Ahmed obliged him.

“Son, the fact that you need to be very very vigilant can not be over emphasized. What if it was the enemy, on the bed with a real gun? We would not be having this conversation. You have to be very very alert Ahmed. Everybody is a suspect. Even me. Trust no one at this point in time.” The Colonel finished.

“But Uncle, I left you in the house. I knew you would still be here. There was no need to be over zealous about this sir.” Ahmed replied defensively.

“Keep quiet Ahmed!” The Colonel barked, getting up. He was furious.

“What is wrong with you? Think boy! Think! They got into your house, planted bugs and you did not know. They even planted a banner on your bedroom door while you were busy snoring! Where is your sense of guard, boy? You are lucky they did not want you dead! You are being very careless and I will have none of that boy. Just listen to yourself. You knew I would still be here. What if I decided to go get something outside the house and someone else came into the house? Just look at the way you came into the room. Totally clueless and without any sense of guard! What if they came in here and overpowered me? You are a dead man. A dead man!” The Colonel finished angrily.

He was upset and his face contorted with rage. He had lost his son due to negligence and saw Ahmed as a carbon copy of his deceased son.

“Get up boy. I want fifty push-ups. Now!” The Colonel said angrily.

Ahmed began to protest. The Colonel came in front of him, pulled him by his collar, dragging him to his feet. Ahmed used the back of his right hand to hit the Colonel’s wrist attempting to free himself from the choking grip of the Colonel. The Colonel saw the move coming just in time and released Ahmed. Ahmed’s hand hit the air and he staggered backwards. The Colonel moved closer to him. Ahmed was angry. Why would the Colonel hold him like he was a criminal? He was not the least happy. He moved forwards too to attack the Colonel. He threw his fists at the Colonel. His right fist, then his left in a swift one-two-jab motion. The Colonel weaved Ahmed’s right punch and ducked the left punch.
In his ducking position, the Colonel landed a straight hard right hand punch into Ahmed’s stomach, knocking the air out of him. Ahmed moved backwards, gasping. He was out of breath. He fell on the bed, holding his stomach, turning and trying to catch his breath. The Colonel towered above him.

“Have I not told you never to go into a fight without a clear head? Always have a clear head, you’re your anger is good but you do not know how to channel it. I have always told you. You should…”

The Colonel was still speaking when Ahmed turned on the bed and kicked the Colonel with all the strength he had. The kick landed on the Colonel’s groin. The Colonel grimaced but it lasted only a few seconds.

“Impressive try Ahmed. But the mind is always lord over the body.” The Colonel said.
Ahmed got up very quickly and tried a left hand punch to the Colonel in the stomach. It was meant to be just a decoy. Ahmed knew his punch would be stopped. But he had other plans. As the Colonel used his palm to deflect the punch coming to his stomach, Ahmed immediately swayed left and launched another punch to the Colonel’s face with right hand. The Colonel did not expect the punch but saw it just in time. He countered the punch with his left arm, wrapping his arm around Ahmed’s punch and twisting the arm. Ahmed yelped in pain. He kicked Ahmed by the feet and swept him off the ground. He landed on the ground with a very loud thud. Ahmed turned and tossed groaning in pain.
The Colonel bent over him.

“You are very rusty boy! And as long as I am here, I would have none of that. Training commences at 04:00hrs. You’d better be ready.” The Colonel said.
He picked the nylon bag from the floor and left the bedroom.

****************

Sark followed Sophia into a very small room. He caught a glimpse of a small aluminum caption on the room before they entered.

DEBRIEFING.

Sophia sat behind a desk and motioned Sark to seat opposite her.’

“There are a lot of things going on that many of our citizens are blind to. The current government is corrupt. Its very bane is corruption. I belong to a very strong organization that seeks to end this corruption and bring smiles to the faces of every disgruntled citizen. We are raising a team to help us with this. You have been selected to be a part of this team. That is the major reason you are here Sark.” Sophia said.

“What organization? What am I supposed to do? How will you achieve this feat of ending the corruption which permeates every fiber of the nation?” he asked.

“Have you perused the file I gave you?” Sophia asked

“Yes I have. It’s quite a lot of work.” he replied.

“What you have on that file is nothing compared to what we have in store for you. We just want to see if you have what it takes to be a part of this team.” Sophia answered.

He looked at Sophia. She was really cool when she was not blowing up heads and asking him to chop off limbs. She was actually very pretty. She looked amazingly sexy in her short rimmed glasses and her ponytail. She wore a blood red lipstick and no earrings. Sophia could read his mind.

“What’s going on in that slurty little head of yours, Sark?” Sophia said removing her glasses. She leaned back on her chair, her boobs heaving and her ambience relaxed.

“Nothing really. Just some progesterone stuff. You know how it is.” he replied.

Sophia unlocked her Ipad and swiped a few screens.

“The last time you had sex was two weeks ago. With your girlfriend who traveled to Canada. On the average, you have sex every 3 days. That is not acceptable. And sorry, your charms don’t work on me.” Sophia said and smiled “You are free to go.” She finished. Sark got up and left the room.

*************

Tawo got an email alert on his computer. It was from Gerrar. It contained all the routes that the commercial van plied as he had previously requested. He transferred the information from his computer to the large screens on the wall. There were four detailed pages, showing the four different routes he plied, how many people got off and on the bus. He was particularly concerned about when the Colonel got off the bus. He got off on the third route at Oshodi bus stop. There were timestamps to every route.
Tawo shouted at Max.

“Access the traffic surveillance at Oshodi intersection. Rewind the recorded footage and get it to 7:15am. That is the point where the bus dropped the target.” After a few minutes of fumbling, Max spoke.

“Sir, I cannot seem to override the access codes for the surveillance cameras. I keep getting blocked out.” he said, sweating.

“Let me see.” Tawo said.

Max moved his chair sideways as Tawo came closer. Tawo bent low, inspecting the screen for a few seconds. He touched his beard. He was thinking.

“This is a complex firewall. You have to first mimic the algorithm, and then unlock its psuedocodes.” Tawo said.

Tawo pressed the keys on the keyboard very quickly, mimicking the algorithm of the surveillance camera. He battled with it for a while and then was prompted for a password override. He got up and paced the room. The password was just a one trial option. He had to get it right the first time. He faced Max.

“Ash, question mark, Shift Delta, Raven, Orange, Peter, twenty percent Gamma.” Tawo called out.

Max entered the password and the screen changed. Max smiled. Tawo kept a straight face. He slowly retraced the video footage till he got to the time stamp. They saw the Colonel getting off the Bus. 6 minutes later he boarded a taxi.

Tawo got the plates of the taxi and asked Gerrar to track its routes and location. Minutes later, Gerrar sent back its report. Fortunately, the taxi made just one trip that morning. The only place the taxi went to that morning was Ahmed’s Estate.
He called the guys.

“Target is now red hot on the radar. Get ready to pull the trigger.”
For the first time in a long while, Tawo smiled. A genuine contented smile.

Evening With Eva Season 1 Episode 13

Prince Owusu Banahene Sarkodie

October 19, 2014

Previously On Evening With Eva..

Sark saw himself chopping off a young man’s body limb by limb, each time the sharp machete made contact with the dead flesh, little spurts of blood were deposited on his face.

The dead man was screaming for help and begging for pity as Sark cut him mercilessly. Ignoring the man’s pleas, he took the huge pieces of meat with the bones dangling on one side and approached the den in the

Tawo pushed back his chair, put his legs on his table one on top of the other. He put his two hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

“I am going to nail this bastard.” He said to himself.

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S01E13

Ahmed shut the gate behind him as he got out of his compound. He walked towards the bus stop to join a bus going to Adum. As he was about to turn the corner that led to the main road, someone bumped into him. The person was a female. Tall, light in complexion, busty and very pretty.

“I’m sorry sir. I wasn’t looking. Please.” She said pleading and making eyes at Ahmed.

Ahmed had a weakness for fair skinned women. He could give his right arm for such women. He smiled at her and told her it wasn’t a big deal. He tried to flirt with her a little but she was in a hurry.

She gave him a fake number. He smiled as she hurried along and left him to continue his journey. After walking a few meters, she put her left forefinger in her left ear and said

“Bug planted.”

As Ahmed walked towards the shade at the bus stop, he tried her number. The number did not exist. He smiled. He turned and got into a mild run. He wanted the girl. He figured that since he still had about 2hours to spend, he might as well while out time trying to get the girl.

He turned the bend and was walking stealthily close to the fair skinned lady when he saw her put her finger in her ear and say those words.

He was angry with himself for falling so cheaply. He decided he was going to play them at his own game. He turned and walked back to the bus stop. The girl had hit him by the shoulder when they collided. He checked his collar and both sleeves. There was nothing.

His watch was on his left wrist. He took off his wrist watch and scrutinized his hands. Something caught his eye. There was a very small silver dot covered by his wristwatch. It looked very foreign. He scratched the surface of the object. It came off his wrist and came on to his palm.

There were two very tiny pins attached to it. The pins were barely visible. The pins tried to fasten themselves onto his wrist. He quickly shook it off and stepped on it with his heavy boots. He crushed the bug.

He entered the Adum troski, sitting by the window in the middle row. It was a 14-seater passenger bus. The bus moved at snail pace and picked some more people, Phase 1. They looked very smartly dressed and smelled good.

One sat behind him and another beside him. He was not comfortable. He suspected them. He got down at the next bus stop. He crossed the road and took another bus. He got down and began to walk very fast. He passed labour and walked towards the round-about.

He stopped abruptly, acted like he forgot something and turned quickly walking back the same way he came. He saw someone quickly dodge behind a parked taxi. He grinned. He was beginning to enjoy this. He walked towards the parked taxi, acting like he was innocently looking for someone. His stalker continued to back off slowly. From the corner of his eye, Ahmed could see the agent moving back slowly and slowly.

He turned and crossed the road to the UBA bank. He walked along the street, stopping at intervals to buy a bottle of water. There was a glass panel covering a building beside him. With one eye on the bottle and one eye on the glass panel, he saw a man in a black mafia suit walk past him.

He was staring at Ahmed. He did not know Ahmed saw him. Ahmed finished gulping the water and rushed to the interchange. He heard a bus call “adum”, one more chance”. He quickly got on it. He got down again and took another bus back to labour.

The guys trailing him were lost. They continued their journey to adum. He circled labour a few times to be sure he lost them. When he was sure he had, he saw an umbrella shed. He sat down and got a new sim card.

The attendant insisted Ahmed had to register the sim card before he could leave the place. He brought out three 50gh notes and handed it to the attendant. He smiled and allowed Ahmed to leave.

Ahmed circled labour twice again taking a different route this time around. He made sure he stopped abruptly at intervals, turning and walking back the same way he came. When he felt someone was trailing him, he would enter very cramped streets and crannies, going through places he knew from his 14 years in the area.

No one could keep up. After minutes of circling, he walked to de Round-about. He stood at the place for close to four minutes. There was a long stretch of road on both sides of him. There was nowhere to hide and it was impossible for anyone to pretend not to be trailing him. He entered the bus and headed home.

Eva woke up to find herself in a beautiful bedroom. The room was large and decorated with flowery curtains. The walls were painted pink and almost everything else was in pink. The huge king size bed rested majestically in the middle of the room. She was naked.

She saw her clothes littered on the ground. There was a pink colored candy panty beside her leg. It was not hers. She recalled the events of the past few hours. She bit her forefinger seductively. She had not experienced such intimacy with anyone before. It was explosive. She had multiple satisfactions and did not want it to end. The alcohol played its part too in the experience.

She got up from the bed tying just the duvet around her body. She admired herself in the mirror and smiled. She stilled looked good. She had a bath, dressed up and waited for 8pm when Shina would take her to see her mother. She was in high spirits. At exactly 8pm, there was a gentle knock on her door.

“Finally.” She said to herself.

“Come in. It’s open.” She said loud enough for whomever it was that was at the door to hear. She had a huge hunch it was Shina coming to take her to her mum.

A strange face appeared at the door. He came in, put his hands behind his back and said,

“Ma’am. There is someone here to see you.” He said.

“Who is it?” Eva asked already worried.

“Your mother.” The man replied.

“Where is she?” Eva asked, suddenly animated and full of life.

“She is in the waiting room.” He replied.

She got up, brushed past the man and headed for the Visitor’s room.

Sark had not heard from Sophia. He had called her number and left her messages. He did not want to barge in on her in her room but now he had no choice.

He left his room and crossed to the other side of the huge Mansion where Sophia’s wing was. He passed by the Fortress where the dogs were backing crazily. He remembered last night’s events and felt a shrill down his spine. He half jogged to Sophia’s wing and entered without ringing the bell. He got into the small corridor and decided to go to the Visitors Room first.

He stopped dead when he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Eva looked up as he entered the room. Their eyes locked for seconds.

As he made to approach her, a voice called from behind him.

“Sark! Over here.”

Sark turned momentarily.

It was the devil herself. Sophia.

To be continue

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THE WOMAN IN ME

Prince Owusu Banahene Sarkodie

October 19, 2014

Credit

Kojo Akoto Boateng

My friends call me the crazy one because of the way I live my life.

I am dependently independent. Dependent on God, my two lovely kids and the few people I trust. Independent because if God doesn’t provide, then no one else does because I won’t go to anyone else. God is my provider.

My kids provide the spark that ignites me and I’m the engine of this lively yet stressful place we call home and the uncertain condition we call life.

After our marriage failed it’s been one hell of a life. A hell filled with God’s benevolence.

My kids live like royalty while I put my shoulder to the wheel everyday. Kojo is the ‘Prince of Dubai;’ cheerful, hardworking and supportive (even at his age). Akosua is my own ‘Taylor Swift’, a baby whose cry gets my nipples erect and whose laugh gets the neighborhood popping.

My kids, my joy, my warmth.

My marriage failed about two years ago. I was 7 months pregnant then. I had had enough and Kwame too wouldn’t budge. We could have saved the marriage if we had acted a bit more mature. I was always attacking him for his escapades with other women yet I related to other men and sweet talked them more than I did him.

If I had given him just 50% of what I gave other men and if he had given just a little bit more of what he gave them, if we had shared our fears and redirected our emotions, I’m sure he will be watching all of Manchester United games this coming season in the comfort of the sofa on which we first made love.

That sofa still sits in my living room. Whenever I’m down and lonely, I rest my 24, 38, 36 on it. I hold on tight to the pillow like it was him. And I cry myself till I get dehydrated.

On this fateful day I woke up around 4am. That’s the usual time I wake up. I always sleep with my kids. Kojo is 4 and Akosua is 15 months old. I usually hold their arms and do my quiet time before I set out to prepare for the day.

However, things were different this particular morning. Kojo was burning hot when I reached for his hand. He was looking pale and lifeless on the bed. I had never experienced anything like this.

“Oh God, oh God, what is happening to my son,” I sobbed as I tried to pick him up.

I called Eunice but she didn’t answer. My doctor friend, the only person who would tell me what to do wasn’t answering my call.

I must confessed I used more swear words than 50 Cent, Lil Wayne and Kwaw Kese have used all their lives as I rushed my prince to the hospital.

I had forsaken God just when I needed him most and using cursing my way through to the hospital.

I managed to get to the Trinity Hospital in no time and got the medical staff to attend to Kojo. There was no doctor on duty at the time so they had to administer first aid. The doctor as I told would report to work at 6am.

I stayed with my dear son. He looked as though the spirits of my ancestors were wining and dining with him in Asamando.

I wept.

Then I prayed.

It was around 5:30 and the next thirty minutes felt like some thirty years as we waited for a doctor to report to work and attend to my son.

I was asked to excuse him while he attended to my son so I went to the lobby.

About 5 minutes later, Dr. Eddy showed up and assured me that my son will be alright but he had to be admitted for further treatment.

My face brightened up and my heart sunk simultaneously. The brightness was borne out of the warmth Eddy exuded while giving me the assurance and my heart sunk because I could feel the pain my son was going through. I couldn’t also come to terms with how I was going to combine work at that particular hectic season in my career, a sick son and the usual monthly menstrual cramps.

My phone alarm sounded and it was 6:20am.

“Oh shit!” I shouted embarrassingly in front of Dr Eddy

“I left my baby girl at home, she must be awake, scared and crying by now,” I told him as I raced for my car.

“Please take good care of my son, I’ll be back soon. Please please please,” I hurled those words at the gentleman as I sped off.

I got home minutes later and saw some neighbors at my door, with worry written all over them.

As I pulled up the drive way, I was gripped by fear. Goose bumps covered by skin.

I immediately felt like peeing.

“What could be wrong?”

“Father, why is this happening to me. What have I done to deserve such a bad start to the day?” I prayed.

Aunt Monica ran up to me and the first words she spoke shot straight into my heart like a snipers bullet.

“Sonia, it’s your daughter o. This is very sad but you have to deal with it,” she said with a worried look that made me go pale.

I rushed to the front door and lo and behold it was AKosua

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

I locked her up when I rushed Kojo to the hospital. She had been crying helplessly for the past hour. She actually woke the whole neighborhood up in her moment of grief. My neighbors had decided to break into the house because they didn’t know why she was crying. Aunt Monica told me they tried reaching me on phone but I wasn’t answering. I could see the fear in my neighbors faces.

Their moods suggested they feared the worst.

Was Akosua crying because something terrible had happened to the family? Could it be that she woke up with two lifeless bodies in bed with her? What had happened to make her cry continuously for over an hour?

My neighbors didn’t break into the house because they were waiting for the police and an ambulance service before they do that. As much as I felt that was a good move I felt that was dumb too!

Assuming something terrible had or was happening, was waiting for the police the quickest way to get me aid? I fumed at the thought of their feet dragging attitude as I made my way to the bedroom.

I picked her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her tears travelled down my skin and she trembled with excited relief upon seeing me.

My tears soaked her hair as I whispered “I’m here baby. I’m so sorry. Don’t cry. All is well love. This won’t happen again. Mummy is sorry luv…”

I lied flat on my back on the bed and put her on top of me for a while. Her head was on my chest and she held so tight to me as if to suggest that she’ll never let me go again.

The clock ticked and it was 7am.

Wow! I rushed out of bed. I called the office that I was going to arrive late. I had a make or break deal to complete. My company was merging with another one and I was supposed to close the deal this fateful day.

I readied Akosua for school and I called the hospital to check on Kojo. I was told he was sleeping.

Minutes later, Eunice called to ask why I called her that early. I explained everything and she promised to take care of the children for me while I sorted the office related stuff.

I sat Akosua down for breakfast but she wouldn’t eat. She felt the absence of Kojo because his bowl was empty. In my home, we always have breakfast and dinner together.

It is one of the sacred moments we get together as a family. That is one of the moments I get to really talk to my kids and even play with them afterwards.

Akosua seem to have lost appetite because her dear brother wasn’t around. See swallowed about 5 spoonfuls of the porridge and wouldn’t eat any more. I packed her lunch and got ready for the rest of the day.

Dr Eddy was all smiles when I went to his office. “Your son is ok now. He’s awake and has been calling for you,” he said.

I apologized for how I had to rush away earlier. A gentleman as he was, he let it all slide and gave me a list of prescribed medication to get for my son.

Eunice came around and accosted herself with the situation. I introduced her to Eddy and handed over Kojo’s clothes everything she may need to her and set off for work.

Even though I knew she would take good care of my children I was still a bit unsettled because I knew how troubling those two can be and considering the events before, all I could manage was hope. Hope that everything goes smooth for her and the kids.

I got to the office around 8:30am feeling exhausted already. The CFO, that man is a pain in the ass always, met me at the main lobby and the look on his face before he responded that to my “good morning sir” greeting was one that smacked of anger.

“You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago….”

He was just about delivering one of those long confidence slaying rants when I cut through midway.

“Sir, my son is very sick and has been admitted at the hospital. I’ve been through hell this morning. You know I haven’t been this late before,” I explained.

He didn’t take my explanation and created the impression I had made up a story to cover my ass. I pressed further with my story and he reluctantly understood. But before I could enter my office to organize myself for the days big business, he walked up to me and asked.

“But Sonia, you could have asked someone to take care of your kids earlier so that you could come to the office to give us the final brief before today’s meeting with the team from MB. You should know today is not like any other day that we’ll afford to leave anything to chance.”

My heart raced, I could feel some sharp pain in my abdomen because of my menses and before he could utter another word, the lioness in me bit him with a sharp response.

“Mr. Osei, you mean taking care of my son was leaving things to chance? Are you crazy? Adɛn, adwuma no na yɛ bɛ di anaa? What kind of heartlessness is this? Get out of my office before I lose my temper sir.”

I couldn’t believe myself when he left. I had never been this enraged at work. I was the cool punching bag. Every top manager could throw anything my way and I would absorb it and fix the situation later.

I was employed as a Business Development Officer but before long I found myself doing a bit of everything. The CEO would come to me with the most challenging issues that had short deadlines. Sales, marketing, communications and at time technical issues came straight to me. Most of my colleagues were happy to have me around but not that man, Mr. Osei.

My office phone rang and it was the CEO.

“Sonia what just happened between you and Mr. Osei. You know we don’t condone such attitudes here. If it wasn’t because the merger largely depended on you we would have…”

I cut him short too.

“Sir, my son nearly died today and I was late for 30 minutes. Mr. Osei handled the situation like my son’s life was worthless. I did what I did in the heat of the moment. I’m sorry but he deserved it,” I retorted.

I was honest and he took it easy, the mark of a good leader.

We had a quick pre-merger meeting to go over our presentation. I was leading my company to seal a milestone deal.

From the looks on their faces, the team was satisfied. Mr. Osei still had an uninviting face though.

I felt some sharp pain as I made for the washroom. The pain was excruciating. At that point I wished I was a man so that I’d be spared this monthly agony.

I whimpered like a bitch gang raped by horses and wolves, the pain was just unbearable.

I made a quick call to Eunice to check on the kids and she told me they were all well. I asked to speak to Kojo but I was told he was sleeping.

We went into the meeting and everything seemed to be going well. After a presentation that drew applause from both sides of the table, it was time for the question and answer period. One of the managers from MB asked me what my team had planned for the first few months after the merger.

I was just about to move to a slide which had the content I needed to further explain our plans when Eunice’s call came through. If you are wondering why I had my phone at such a meeting the answer is simple, I was using my new Samsung smart phone, the one that can be used as a projector, for my presentation. I forgot to put it on flight mode but it was on silent.

I rejected Eunice’s call and attempted to answer the question. Midway through the answer, a text message came through and I accidentally clicked on it. The content of the message was immediately displayed on the screen.

“Sonia, it’s Kojo. He’s awake but is going crazy here. He’s been screaming his lungs out for you. I think it is high fever. Get here as soon as you can.”

I rushed out of the boardroom immediately. I could see they were all bewildered. While the look on my CEO’s face read “what is going on here”, that of Mr. Osei read “I said it!”

Fred run after me and caught up with me when I was just about speeding off. He insisted I return to finish what I started. I told him to go back and get seal the deal by any possible means. I had finished the presentation; I had briefed them all, what more could I do to make more money soon when my son was going bonkers in a hospital?

I raced on the streets like Lewis Hamilton and got to the hospital in a flash. I’m sure I jumped some red lights as a result. I could hear my son’s voice from the parking lot. His apparent craze made me crazy too. I dashed into the hall way and was in his ward in no time.

He leaped from his bed. I caught him midway. He wrapped his arms around my neck, the same way Akosua did in the morning. I kissed him repeatedly. His body temperature immediately dropped.

“Mummy, where have you been? Mummy I missed you. Where is Akosua,” he asked.

He wrestled himself from our embraced and raced for the door. I thought my son was indeed going crazy and yes, he was! He had seen Eunice walking in with his sister and couldn’t wait to get that sisterly embrace. I went over to them and embraced them both.

My eyes were pregnant with tears.

Dr. Eddy’s voice dismantled our threesome of an embrace.

We went to his office to formalize my son’s discharge. He told me to ensure he eats more fruits and vegetables to aid his recovery. But before I left he asked whether he could visit me one of these days for a heart to heart chat. Before I left his office he said I was ‘a beautiful person’.

“Did he just hit on me?” I asked myself.

“Does he know I’m not interested and would never be interested even though he’s a fine young man?”

Anyway, I had to get back to the office to see what had happened. I wanted the children to go home with Eunice but they wouldn’t. Eunice suggested I take them to the office while she goes home to prepare some food for us.

The first person I saw when I got to the company premises was Mr. Osei. He wouldn’t talk to me when I asked how things went after my abrupt exit. Fear gripped me.

“Did my action cost people their livelihoods? What have I done? What is going to happen to me?”

Those questions played through my head as I made for the main lobby. I carried Kojo and Akosua to the main lobby and I saw the others descending the stairs. There was this air of uncertainty around. I left Akosua on the couch but Kojo still hanged on to me, he wouldn’t let go.

My boss signaled for me and I started praying as I approached. As I walked past Mr. Sarpong, the CEO of MB, I felt some assuring warmth in Kojo breath on my neck.

“Sonia, you know this is where we say goodbye right?” my boss asked.

“Your actions today have cost us millions in strategic investments. We all love to have you around but we can overlook what happened today. You made your choice when you ran out. I’m so sorry but this is it. Kindly clear your office asap. The HR department will officially see you through the rest,” he added.

From the bedroom to the boardroom, my day had been one hell of a heartbreaking painful yet eye-opening family consolidating encounter.

I picked my daughter up and headed straight to the car. I wept as I drove home. The kids were in the back of the car so they couldn’t see my tears. When I got to the last junction before my house I couldn’t stop to say hi to Kwaku maame, the beautiful woman from whom I buy fresh fruits and vegetables every day.

She called after me and ran after my car but I drove on. Then Kojo asked why I didn’t stop to get him fruits. I had no option than to return to Kwaku maame for some fruits. She immediately knew all was not well when she saw me for she was an older woman and had been well trained by life itself.

After she gave me more than enough fruits than my money could actually buy she told me something that I’ve always known but was forgetting to take solace in at that particular time.

“Sister Sonia, whatever your problems are, know that your kids should be the joy that shatters your gloom.”

I turned to see my angels and Akosua was dozing off and Kojo had a spark in his eyes I had not seen before. I thanked Kwaku maame and headed straight for the house.

The rest of the day moved slowly till Eunice informed me dinner was ready. At the table Kojo asked me if he could pray and I allowed him to.

“God, thank you for all of us. Let this food know that we are ready to eat it all happily. Amen.”

That prayer got all of us laughing. Suddenly a heavy burden seems to have been lifted from us all. Eunice helped Akosua as I fed Kojo the sumptuous meal she had prepared. Midway into dinner, the home phone rang and I moved to answer it. It was Kwame, my ex-husband, and he was on his way to see us.

When he came he told me how uneasy he’s felt all day. He recounted how he woke up around 4am feeling strange. He had called me all day and I hadn’t answered even one of those. I checked my phone and he had called about 15 times.

I narrated all that had happened and he comforted me. He held my hand and said all is well and that God is in control. His honest touch dilated my veins and arteries.

“I’m so sorry Sonia. I wished I had gone through this instead of you. You are a good woman, God will make it all right for you,” he cheered me up.

Kojo was ecstatic when he saw his dad. He ran into his arms and Akosua followed. I could see Eunice wiping a tear off her cheeks. She went into the guest room to give us some family time. Kojo ate like a hungry Somalian pirate.

After dinner, Eunice left. She had already done more than a friend could. I always thank God for such friends.

The four of us sat in the sofa, the same sofa that has been my man all these months, and watch TV. The kids fell asleep on their father’s lap and I looked on admiringly. That was the perfect picture. Deep within me I wanted Kwame to stay but I asked him to leave, it was almost 10pm.

We put the kids comfortably on the sofa and I was seeing Kwame off when Kojo faintly asked, “mummy, where are you going with daddy?”

“My love, daddy has to go home,” I replied.

“But this is home, our home. Daddy don’t gooooo,” he raced for his dad’s hand.

I looked at him and looked at his dad. He looked liked a smaller replica of his dad, handsome and charming.

I couldn’t deny him this simple request after what he’s been through today. I couldn’t deny the fact that I missed him myself.

“Kwame, can you stay?” I asked. He nodded, picked our son up and headed straight to the bathroom. Father and son washed down and mother and daughter followed.

The kids were asleep in no time and we watched the late news in the living room. We were at the extreme ends of the sofa when the news began but by the time the first commercial break ended we were in our ‘honeymoon’ position. My head was on top of him and he was running his long fingers through my hair. My lips were wet with anticipation.

My endocrine system was busily releasing hormones. “I was going to get the thing,” I thought.

I held back the feeling and reached for my phone. I had to call Eunice to thank her and ensure she had gotten home safely. I saw a text message from Eddy, the doctor who had taken care of my son earlier.

“Hi beautiful! Can we talk now?” I read.

I called him ready to tell him I wasn’t interested but I never had the chance to. He wanted me to help him win over Eunice. He told me how he hasn’t been able to concentrate after seeing Eunice. He begged me to link him up.

I asked him why he didn’t take her contact himself but he said he couldn’t gather enough courage to. I assured him I’d do my best and I was even just about to call her before I called him.

I called Eunice

“You know that boy is cute. I was nervous throughout when I was at the hospital. I couldn’t look him straight in the eye. His presence weakened me,” she revealed.

I quickly set up a conference call. Eunice didn’t know I was going to call Eddy and when I did, he also didn’t know Eunice was on the line.

“Hello Sonia, were you able to tell her?” he asked.

“Sonia, who is that on the line with us?” Eunice asked.

Before I could tell them I had both of them on the line, they had taken over the conversation and chatting in unfamiliar biological terms. The rest of their story ended happily at the altar.

Kwame was holding two glasses of wine when I returned to him. He handed me one and told me how life has been a mess for him without me. He apologized for everything and asked that for the sake of our children we give our marriage another chance. He went down on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, wine still in hand.

I looked away, my face suddenly wet by tears. I wanted to do this but I wasn’t sure.

“Sonny,” he called. He was the only person who called me Sonny, He had a special way of making me feel special.

He moved up to me and embraced me from behind. My heart skipped a beat and I felt as light as a feather.

My office Blackberry rang.

Who could be calling me at quarter to eleven? It was the CEO and he asked me to hold on for a message.

“Sonia, you have displayed unmatched qualities for the 4 years you’ve been with Stimulus Ghana. Your track record is unmatched by any in the company. Even though things hadn’t been as we expected today, your presentation was on point.

Your passion for your families security, your attention to detail and your ability to meet target within strict deadlines has endeared you to us. This is Mr. Sarpong of MB and I hereby appoint you Chief Operations Manger of Stimulus Ghana. We have bought the company and we want you to oversee the re-branding of the company. It’s yours to run if you accept this offer.”

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! I accept!” I shouted.

“Good, it’s quite late. Let’s discuss the rest at lunch tomorrow. Good night Sonia. Congratulations!” he said.

I ran straight into Kwame’s arms. The events of the day seem to have been God’s way of turning my life around. I had been promoted, my best friend met her husband, I had my husband back and my kids were comfortable asleep with their dad under the same roof.

I kissed Kwame. He kissed back. I gulped down my glass of wine. Before long I was being overwhelmed on the sofa.

….and my husband was in me.

I woke up at 4am the following morning in the same bed with my husband and my children.

A beautiful day, a great start to the rest of my life had begun.

If you see me smiling every day, this is why. I always know that at the end of every painful experience is joy.”

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Naa Ashorkor’s White Wedding Pictures

Prince Owusu Banahene Sarkodie

October 18, 2014

I present exclusive look at the white-wedding held in Accra today by actress and TV/radio host Naa Ashorkor’s white wedding to Ahuma Cabutey Adodoadji. …stay tuned for more details

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How well do you know your onions?

Prince Owusu Banahene Sarkodie

October 18, 2014

Some time ago I was in the kitchen and I had to slice an onion bulb, usually I don’t find slicing onion as a fascinating task and eventually my head is raised and my hands are at a great speed while I slice to avoid stories that touch.

But then something spectacular happened, I was slicing this bulb and something was lacking. I continued slicing and then kept wondering what the problem was.

Alas it struck me.

Everyone slices, chops or cuts onion and they are greeted with that burning sensation in their eyes. Yes! That irritation you get is actually a unique quality of the onion but here I was slicing an onion and I could not feel it.

Trust me, although I knew I was supposed to be happy that my eyes were safe from another spree of lacrimation but inwards I was albeit disappointed. Here was an onion bulb that had simply existed as a bulb under the camouflage of being an onion but in the true sense of it, it lacked what every onion was supposed to have.

Sometimes you purchase a body cream, a perfume, a bar soap or perhaps a toothpaste even and then on usage you are disappointed that it does not work up to the expectation you had in mind.

You complain to whoever is around you how you wasted your hard earned money to buy something that was not worth your money.

But then as humans, we forget something(this includes myself as well).

We forget and neglect the fact that God has blessed us with gifts, talents, potentials and then we go on to merely live like passive species.

Whereas we have been blessed with ‘active principles’ but we ignore the active constituents which we are composed of.

How do we think God who has bestowed these gifts and potentials on us feels each time He observes our lackadaisical attitude towards tapping into the wealth He has deposited in us?

This is a post that calls for reassessment and total reevaluation of our lives. Would God applaud the way you use the gifts He has blessed you with or would He frown at how you use your gifts?

Discover your potentials.
Know your worth.
Reignite the fire.
If the need arises, know your onions. 🙂

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Second Chance

Prince Owusu Banahene Sarkodie

October 18, 2014

It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up.

Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute couple couldn’t-live-without-each-other had turned bitter.

Fighting over every little thing, both didn’t like the way things had changed.

Aisha was waiting to see if Rajiv remembered it was their anniversary!

Just as the door bell rang she ran to find her husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

The two started re-living the old days. Making up for fights, then was d plan for champagne, light music And it was raining! It was perfect.

But the moment paused when the phone in the bedroom rang.

Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man. “Hello ma’am I’m calling from the police station. Is this Mr Rajiv Mehra’s number?”

“Yes it is!”

“I’m sorry ma’am; but there was an accident and a man died.

We got this number from his wallet; we need you to come and identify his body.”

Aisha’s heart sank.!!! She was shocked!.

“But my husband is here with me?.”

“Sorry ma’am, but the incident took place at 2 pm, when he was boarding the train.”

Aisha was about to lose her conscience.

How could this happen?!.

She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!.

She ran into the other room.

He was not there. It was true! had left her for good!!.

Oh God she would have died for another chance to mend every little fight! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!.

Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Rajiv came out and said “Darling, I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today”.

LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS!!!.

Let’s start making amends.

To parents

To siblings

To friends

And many more.

No one has a promised tomorrow.

Have a wonderful Life with no regrets!.

Many are landlords in the CEMETRY, many are tenants in the MORTUARY, many are candidates of OBITUARY.

But we are here, still worshiping in His SANCTUARY, He has been keeping us since JANUARY, His good news filled up our DIARY, He’s doing all these without collecting a SALARY. He’s indeed an awesome God

Have a blessed day

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