Well there you have it- the effects of Kenikodjo reader pressure. I feel as though I haven’t been the best version of me in recent times when it comes to storytelling, so I guess it doesn’t hurt to give you what you want. Part 1 and Part 2 got so many of you texting me for Part 3. Been so long that you have probably forgotten the … Continue reading Not one of us 3
Happy Wednesday, guys! Our guest blogger Naa Awula is back again!! Looks like all those prayers you were pouring over her have worked. If you missed the first part of the Legacy story, this is where you can find it. Don’t forget to subscribe/follow the blog to make sure you don’t miss a thing! Happy reading! Sefakor tossed in her bed for the umpteenth time. … Continue reading The Legacy II
It’s Easter, one of my favourite periods of the year. I would send you ‘greetings’ but I can’t stand the ‘Happy Easter’ greeting. It’s sort of flat. I prefer ‘Christ is risen’ with the response ‘He’s risen indeed!’ That, after all, is the essence of Easter- his death, resurrection and what that sacrifice symbolizes for us. I have been away from social media for a … Continue reading Not one of us 2
I don’t like sequels, because I feel like they are never as good as the original story, but I love my readers. I am happy when you are happy, so here you go! -Keni
N.B: Just in case you have not read Part 1, here you go. It will make a lot more sense if you read it before coming to this.
If you met me through Kobby, you will probably call me Clara. You probably know half the story already, but I will just start at the beginning.
I have always been the wild one. In school, my name was crazy Okailey. I came up with all the daring pranks. My name was always on the list of talkatives. In fact it was through one of my escapades that I met Bryce, my husband. He was protocol prefect and I was in trouble for leading my class in a karaoke session during prep. Don’t ask me what I was thinking. At the time, it felt like a great idea. Anyway, Bryce was in the middle of scolding the class prefect and I, when he noticed that I had an insolent smirk on my face. The poor guy was besides himself. He punished me to scrub the entire dining hall myself before lunch time the next day. I had obviously bruised his ego.
I wasn’t going to let him win this one. I woke up at 3 am and marched over to the dining hall, bucket and scrubbing brush in hand. I was bent on finishing before 6am because I didn’t want to miss my Literature class- it was the one class in which my mind did not wander. I was so engrossed in finishing as quickly as possible that I didn’t hear him enter the hall. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?’ He startled me and I nearly knocked over the bucket of soapy water. I turned to face him, all 5′ 8” of him. His eyes were slightly red, probably from cramming the contents of the tattered GAST Biology textbook he was carrying into his head. I ignored him and went back to scrubbing the discoloured floor.
‘What? You are going to keep ignoring me? Unbelievable!’
‘What are you going to do next? Punish me to scrub the whole school?’
‘You are something else, aren’t you? Let’s start afresh. I am Bryce’
‘Okailey the troublemaker. Friends?’, he asked with a smile.
‘Shouldn’t we shake on it?’, he teased.
‘If you don’t mind the medley of powdered soap and fermented food particles, why not?’, I replied with a smile.
‘Victory! She smiles! See you around, Okailey’
I’m sorry it has taken so long to write this sequel. Two Kenikodjo readers called me all the way from the US to demand that I finish the story…so this is me being obedient 🙂 If you missed the first part, here you go! Happy reading!!
Denise squinted at the monitor and made a mental note to go see the optician before the end of the month. Determined to finish working on the proposal before lunch time, she took a swig from her water bottle and got to work. Akwele had been giving her grief lately and she was determined to get it right this time. From the corner of her eye, she could see Jonathan sauntering in her direction, intermittently stopping to flirt with every woman he met on his way.
‘I love the colour red on you, Estelle!’
‘Those shoes though!’
‘When are we going on a date, Akua? You can’t pretend you don’t feel the chemistry too!’
‘Eish, that post-pregnancy glow! Your husband is a lucky man, girl!’
Just like that, he had a line for every single woman on the floor, which probably explains why he chose a desk at the farthest corner of the room. Anytime he had to make a photocopy or get water from the dispenser, he had the perfect excuse to ‘work the room’. Even prim and proper Esaaba got her fair share of Jonathan-love.
‘If our daughters grow up to be half as organized as you are, I will know that I have made it in life!’
Seeing that Jonathan had spotted Grace dozing off after her rather heavy meal of kenkey, ground pepper, corned beef, sardines, fried eggs and avocado pear, Denise smiled to herself in anticipation of the mischief-laden episode ahead.He picked up one of Esaaba’s colour coded folders and dropped it on the floor with a bang. The bang jolted Grace out of her nap. She exclaimed, ‘My Lord and my God!’, loud enough to draw the attention of everyone on the floor. The icing on the cake was when Jonathan soothingly rubbed her back and said, ‘Oh darling, I am so sorry. Did I wake you?’ Unable to control herself any longer, Denise burst into laughter and picked up her documents. There was no way she was going to get any work done if she stayed at her desk.
Making her way to the meeting room down the hall, she heard Kwesi laugh. She could recognize his voice even through a rainstorm and yes, her heart rate quickened every time she did. She followed the sound and turned the corner just in time to see Kwesi plant a kiss on a woman’s cheek. The woman beamed, stroked his cheek and started making her way towards Denise. Thankfully, Kwesi had not seen her yet so she didn’t have to put on a fake smile. Feeling her knees go weak, Denise leaned against the wall as the woman walked past her. She was elegant and very well-dressed. She had the air of a woman who knew what she wanted and also knew just how to get it. For a heavy set woman, she had rather nimble feet and she moved gracefully, almost as though she was dancing.
Author’s note: You can catch up on the first part of this story right here!
Sedinam’s eyes were fixed on the fishermen who were mending their nets. ‘I wish it was that easy to fix this mess’, she thought to herself wistfully. She had been sitting at the seashore all day, watching the waves battle with one another, thinking and crying- mostly crying. Every time she thought about the look on Nii Nortey’s face that day, she felt queasy. The wind blew again, forcing her to readjust her shawl around her shoulders. She took off her sunglasses and looked at her watch. It was time to leave and she still had no idea what she was going to do.
Author’s note: Hi there!If you missed the first part of the story, here is your chance to catch up!
‘I am pregnant with his baby’, the words hung in the air and I looked ahead blankly. I didn’t need to turn my head to see the concern in my mother’s face metamorphose into shock. ‘Oh my child, I am so sorry’ and then we both broke into tears. The last two weeks had been like that- we had synchronized our crying timetable. She cradled me in her arms like a baby- I wished I could be a baby again, with no worries, no anxieties, without this pain that seemed so deep, like a bottomless abyss.
I pushed the fried fish around in my plate. Even the fish’s eyes were full of pity. I didn’t have an appetite. Patrick had always said I was a picky eater, and he didn’t mind helping himself to whatever was left of my meal. Oh Patrick! I still kept hope alive that he would call me and say he was coming home, or that he would be sitting in the study, reading a book, or that I would hear him laugh or even call my name. The other night, I woke up at dawn and instinctively reached over to the other side of the bed. He wasn’t there, it was just me and the darkness- and the deafening silence…