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‘No, you listen! You are having sex at age 18, lying to your parents and your brother, sneaking in at night and you have the guts to allow yourself to be smooched in front of your father’s house. I am just waiting for Mummy to return from China. I am sure you will be sent off to the village somewhere to some auntie we have never heard of, where there is no Snapchat or Instagram to feed your ego.’
Now she was crying.
Korantemaa, Madam I have an answer for everything, Madam I have the world wrapped around my little finger.
For a split second, he almost felt pity for her. After all, she was his baby sister. He was the first person she ran to anytime she was scared, until she started allowing boys to touch her. She was the one who kept all his little secrets when he was growing up- like the days he sneaked out for parties, the day he crashed their dad’s car and the many times he had stolen money from their mum’s purse. She was his ride or die.
When he spoke again, his voice was calmer.
‘Why though? Why did you do it?’
She knew when her tears had diluted his anger. That had always been her secret weapon- it worked like magic on both Akwasi and Daddy. The only person who remained unfazed by her tears was Mummy. She could always see right through her. Korantemaa cleared her throat and sniffled for extra effect.
‘Every girl likes to be needed. Joe made me feel like I was a queen.’
Akwasi burst out into laughter even before he could stop himself.
‘You like to be what-? Wanted? And what did you call him? Joe? Y’all sound married and stuff. Like a couple that has been married for 35 years with 6 kids.’
‘Akwasi, don’t laugh.’
His laughter continued to echo down the hallway as he walked away.
‘So are you still going to tell Mummy?’, she asked in a hopeful tone.
‘Oh yes, without a doubt. The village die3 you will go.’
‘He is a really sweet old man. I have grown fond of him and vice-versa. He has only a few days left but I am determined to make them count so I always sneak in chocolates so that he can have his piece of pleasure every now and then.’
‘Sounds like an interesting man.’
‘Would you like to go and see him with me? I am heading there now actually.’
That was the first thought that came to him.
You need to wean yourself off her, Edem. It’s not healthy.
What is the worst that could happen? We are just going to see a man who is about to die. Harmless, right?
‘Sure, let’s do this!’
He was sweeter than Maame Esi said he was. Funny, with a twinkle in his eye. He looked like one of those people who had lived a great life with no regrets. He was also very fond of Maame Esi, ‘his angel’, as he affectionately called her.
‘So is that your boyfriend? Rubbing him in my face even before I die?’
Edem and Maame Esi laughed. Well, Maame Esi more than Edem.
‘No, he is not my boyfriend. He is my boyfriend’s best friend.’
‘That sounds complicated.’
This time it was only Maame Esi who laughed.
‘You are such a tease. This is Edem.’
‘I know that name. Afadzinu. A man and his wife died in a car crash and I was the star witness in that case.’
Edem swallowed hard.
What kind of movie do I live in these days? First some prodigal father pops out of nowhere and now some random guy just happens to be there when my parents died?
‘They were my parents.’
Maame Esi’s forehead was already displaying worry lines. Edem had been through way too much in the last month, she was worried about what another surprise would do to him.
‘My condolences, son. They seemed like really nice people. The lady kept-‘
His sentence was interrupted by raspy coughing.
‘The lady kept saying my son, my son. The man died on the spot. The lady was heavily bleeding but she kept murmuring for her son. I remember it as clearly as though it was yesterday. Truly sorry for your loss.’
It was hard to describe how he felt about this impromptu confession. So much had happened that he didn’t know whether to feel sad, happy or angry. So he chose to feel nothing. He was just numb.
‘Thanks for telling me.’
‘Sure, anything for Maame Esi’s boyfriend.’
‘He is not my-‘
‘I know. I know. Just teasing.’
Edem cleared his throat again. The lump didn’t seem to want to go away.
‘I should be heading back to Grams.’
He heard her running towards him but he didn’t turn. He just wanted to be alone. He didn’t want to deal with his conflicting feelings for Maame Esi upon everything he had to deal with. It really felt like life had dealt him the worst possible combination of cards.
The screeching sound made him turn. That and the sickening thud Maame Esi’s body made as it hit the bonnet of the car. From the corner of his eye, he could see Akwesi running towards her, with a pained look on his face.
He got to her first and checked her pulse. She was still breathing. The joy that sprang up in his heart died when his eyes met Akwesi’s. Maame Esi had been running after him to comfort him. She was so bent on reaching him that she didn’t see the car speeding towards her in her right hand side. The driver had applied his brakes but not in time to stop the car from hitting her.
The nurses helped to put her on a stretcher and sent her to the Accidents Ward, straight into surgery. The entire time, Akwesi did not say one word to him. He just kept staring at Edem.
‘Why are you looking at me like that?’
‘I am waiting for you to confess.’
‘Lemme see. It is quite a tall list. Keeping secrets from me, spending time with my girlfriend under the guise of taking care of Grams, almost causing my girlfriend to lose her life because of you, should I continue?’
‘No, you listen. You are supposed to be my brother for crying out loud! Doesn’t the Bro Code mean anything to you people? First Joseph, now you. You don’t flirt with your homie’s girlfriend. You don’t spend time with her without telling her boyfriend. If you find out you are falling for her, you keep your distance. You freaking walk away, Edem! You don’t keep secrets from your brother. You don’t tell economical truths.’
‘What? You are going to tell me you don’t have feelings for her? And I am making this up and being paranoid? I’d like yo see you try! You were emotionally dating my girlfriend. And I had to hear it from her mother and not you.’
‘Emotional dating? Emotional cheating? Don’t forget that I know you. I have known you all my life, Akwasi. You are no saint. You have emotionally cheated or dated so many girls in this lifetime. Stop playing the angel card.’
‘How dare you throw my past in my face? Edem, you know what? We are done- me and you. Just leave.’
Shaking his head, Edem walked towards Grams’ ward.
He was too tired to think. Too tired to fight. Too tired to care. Too tired to beg.
He groaned inwardly when he got to the door. His ‘father’ was waiting for him when he got to the ward, along with a lady who looked vaguely familiar from behind.
‘I’d like you to meet your half sister Nadia.’
Nadia’s eyes widened when she turned to face Edem.
‘You are my brother?’
Wow Jesus wow! Can this day get any worse?
‘You two know each other?’
‘Oh you have no idea how well we know each other. The world is too small, way too small.’
See you next week for the concluding episode of 8 to 5! Stay safe! Xx