Chronicles of the Stranger
When sixty-five-year-old multimillionaire MR. KWAME AWUAH picks up the scissors lying on the small exquisite pillow and cuts the ribbon across the entrance of FOSUAA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, he does not know that in just a few minutes he is going to witness something so terrible that it will change his life forever!
It is a new multipurpose hospital he has built for his forty-year old son, NANA YAW AWUAH.
The name of the hospital is in honour of his late wife, FOSUAA AWUAH, who has been dead for almost ten years now.
Kwame has married another woman, ARABA AWUAH, three years ago. She is a tall, elegant, beautiful woman who is forty-five years old, twenty years younger than Kwame.
Nana Yaw has just completed his housemanship in one of the prestigious hospitals in Ghana. He is widely-educated, deriving his expertise from some of the most excellent medical schools around the world.
Kwame, wearing an excellent black suit and white shirt, is of medium height but running to a little fat. Nana Yaw is tall and lean, muscular and well-toned, wearing a grey suit.
He is as different from his father, physically, like day and night, and he is standing on his father’s left.
Araba is also taller than her husband, and she is dressed in a stunning cream skirt suit that sets off her astonishing figure to perfection. She is standing on Kwame’s right hand side.
There is a lot of applause and laughter when Kwame places the scissors back on the pillow and turns to his son with a broad smile.
Your own hospital, son! You’re the Director here. I present it to you, on behalf of your late mother!
There is even more rapturous applause.
Nana Yaw, with tears in his eyes, steps forward and hugs his father.
Thank you very much, Dad. I’m so grateful!
There are a lot of people behind them.
Chiefs, politicians, reporters and other important people from society.
Also present are doctors, nurses and other staff who have been employed to work in the new hospital.
They all troop into the hospital to get a proper view of the interior of this great edifice.
Araba bends slightly and kisses her husband lightly on the lips.
I’m proud of you, darling, for doing such a great thing for your son!
Kwame smiles with joy and kisses her back.
There is general laughter again.
The people soon disappear into the interior of the hospital.
Two women clad in the white uniform of nurses are the last to enter the edifice.
One is elderly and has a shock of grey hair.
She is ENYONAM KLINOGO, a senior nurse.
Her companion is a dark woman of fifty-five, kind-faced and pretty.
She is MAAME AKOSUA, a new nurse of the facility.
Maame looks around her in awe.
Woooow! This is high tech! Absolutely love it! Mr. Awuah is a very good father indeed.
Yes, he is. He is a very good man, kind at heart. Such a pity he doesn’t believe in the existence of God.
Maame stops and scowls at her friend.
Really? He’s an atheist?
Through and through. He believes in that silly principle of Evolution. He doesn’t believe that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit exist.
And he’s been blessed with so much money? Hmm, God is wonderful!
Yes, it is amazing. His late wife was a Christian though, and tried her best to bring him to Christ but to no avail. Do you know Nana Yaw is not even his own son?
Maame stops now with her mouth open.
No. He’s the son of his late wife, Fosuaa. When Mr. Kwame Awuah met Auntie Fosuaa, she was begging for alms in the streets with her little son by her side. Apparently it was raining. Mr. Kwame Awuah, who was unmarried then, picked the poor woman up in his car and brought her to his house. I hear the woman’s husband, Nana Yaw’s real father, had died after a protracted illness.
She hesitated and rubbed her right eye for a few seconds.
Nana Yaw was about four or five years at the time. Fosuaa turned out to be a great cook, and so Mr. Awuah let her stay in his house, and a few months later fell in love with her and married her, adopting her son and giving him his name. Unfortunately, when Fosuaa got pregnant again for Mr. Kwame, the pregnancy had to be terminated later on due to some complications she suffered, and her womb was removed. So, Mr. Kwame was stuck with Nana Yaw as his only son.
Really? No affairs? Nothing? He never tried to have babies outside his marriage?
(shaking her head)
Apparently no. He is a good man, very faithful. There are stories that go around, about how Fosuaa encouraged him to have other babies with another woman, but he was adamant, and stayed with her till she died without breaking his marriage vows.
Woaw! What a good man! All he needs now is God! He can’t live without God! How I wish I can get close to him! I’ll cram the Bible down his throat and force him to eat it and get wise!
The women laugh and enter the elevator.
It takes a while to tour the important areas of the hospital, but soon the delegation reaches the top floor of the five-storey building.
Nana Yaw is finally shown into his office, and he is blown away!
It is a huge office with one wall made of thick glass with an amazing view of the hills and fold mountains and natural forests stretching into a picturesque horizon.
There is a magnificent desk, a lounge area, a research area and a resting area replete with a bed and a washroom.
Nana Yaw is grinning from ear to ear, and he hugs his father again with pure delight, and across his father’s shoulders his eyes meet those of his step-mother, and she smiles at him and winks.
The delegation leaves the office and examines the other offices on the floor.
A call comes through on Mr. Kwame Awuah’s phone.
He picks the call and moves to one corner of the corridor to speak.
He comes back to the group and speaks to his wife and son.
Listen, please continue for me, okay? I have to rush to the office to attend to the Minister of Tourism. Forgot I had scheduled a meeting with him.
Awww, my love! You work too hard! Alright, darling. I’ll see you later in the house! Prepare for a special treat tonight!
The multimillionaire smiles happily.
Nana Yaw embraces his father.
God bless you, Daddy! I’m so humbled!
God? What God? There’s no God, little one, I keep telling you. I did everything myself, so bless me and thank me, not God!
He turns quickly and enters the elevator as Nana Yaw and Araba exchange glances and follow the people into another office.
Mr. Kwame Awuah screws up his face with sudden unease as his stomach rumbles and churns.
He needs to use the washroom!
Almost moaning, he punches the button on the elevator when it reaches the fourth floor, and it shoots up again.
He emerges on the corridor, but luckily the people are still in another office.
He holds his buttocks and jogs into his son’s office and enters the washroom in the resting area.
Mr. Kwame Awuah quickly unbuckles his belt and sits on the Water Closet with an exhalation of relief. A moment later the loud sounds of flatulence fill the room, and Mr. Kwame smiles, glad that the room is soundproof.
Outside the office, the tour has ended, and the visitors file into the elevators again for the ride to the ground floor.
Nana Yaw’s eyes meet his step-mother’s, and again they smile at each other.
He notices that she is walking along the corridor, admiring the paintings on the walls.
He is not surprised when she enters his office again down the corridor.
Nana Yaw, who is now being interviewed by some journalists, speaks quickly, thanks them, and then idly walks towards his office.
He opens it and enters, locking it behind him.
He sees his step-mother.
She is lying on the bed in the resting area.
She has removed her clothes, and she is now wearing only white panties, and her legs are spread open.
He can see the fine hairs on her crotch through the transparent lace of the panties.
As he watches, panting, Araba slowly lifts her curvy buttocks off the bed and slides the lacy panties down her legs.
She leans back, smiling at him, and opens her legs, exposing her wet intimacy.
She crooks a finger at him.
Come and eat, baby! Lunch is served hot and wet!
Nana Yaw flies out of his clothes, trembling, and bounds onto the bed.
She meets him, and they kiss fiercely, passionately!
Oh, my love, my darling! I miss you so! Thought we will never be alone!
His hands maul her breasts and nipples as she caresses his erection.
She groans with deep lust.
Oh, yes, yes, yes! Come, darling, make me explode!
Nana Yaw’s lips glide down the belly of his step-mother, and then he buries his face in her crotch, licking her expertly.
She moans and crosses her legs across his head, bucking her buttocks up to meet his probing tongue.
And then he glides up her body again as she spreads her legs to receive him.
He thrusts his manhood into her depths, and she groans with pleasure…
And then the washroom door opens and Mr. Kwame emerges and sees his step-son deep inside his wife as they make feverish and violent love, making guttural and bestial sounds of unbridled lust.
They turn their heads, and they see him.
Mr. Kwame cannot move.
On his face is a horror so great that no human alive could have been able to describe it.
He clutches his heart suddenly as a massive pain rips through him.
Silent tears flood down his face, and then he topples forward and crashes to the floor as a massive heart-attack tears through his body!
Nana Yaw screams and bounds off the bed, losing his erection immediately.
He crouches near the lifeless figure of his father, speaking incoherently as he checks for a pulse.
Araba gets off the bed too, already slipping on her panties.
She quickly straightens out the bed, and then she crosses the room and dresses quickly, and when she has her shoes on she quickly approaches the two men.
She looks into the staring eyes of her husband without emotion.
Is he dead?
No, no! Oh, God! It is a heart attack! I must get him to a bed immediately!
Fool! Whilst you’re naked? Get up, get dressed first! And then we’ll call for help and say we found him like that! Hurry up!
He dresses quickly, and they call for help.
Paramedics arrive, and Mr. Kwame Awuah is put on a stretcher and pushed into the elevator, which descends to the VIP Wards.
He is put on a bed, paralysed totally, his mouth slack, his hands bent like claws.
And so, Mr. Kwame Awuah, multimillionaire who believes there is no God, becomes the first patient of his son at the hospital he has built for his son!
As he lies there, unable to move any part of his body, his mind recollects the sight of his son making love to his wife, and silent tears flow down the sides of his eyes!
Machines are fixed to almost every body part of Mr. Kwame Awuah.
Within minutes his private doctors arrive, and they call in other experts.
Nana Yaw Awuah and a host of specialists are all gathered around the bed where Mr. Kwame Awuah is lying immobile.
The verdict is the same:
His body has suffered a total shutdown!
Almost all vital organs have been destroyed.
The heart attack has been too massive!
Mr. Kwame Awuah, multimillionaire, staunch atheist, therefore has less than a few weeks to live, less than one month!
Nana Yaw Awuah breaks down completely when he hears this news.
He wails like a baby.
Everybody present thinks that he is mourning the unfortunate calamity that has befallen his father, naturally, and none knows that he is filled with abject remorse.
Of course lying in bed Mr. Kwame Awuah hears the verdict, and understands it, and knows that his millions cannot save his life, and that he is dying!
Betrayed by the two people he loves most in the world!
And this is his end!
His eyes stare fixedly at his wife, and silent tears fall down the sides of his face.
Araba sits by the side of the bed and cries pitifully, heartbreakingly, a pathetic sight of a loving wife losing her beloved husband!
But no one knows that it is all a sham!
She is a really good actress!
But Mr. Kwame Awuah is not fooled, and his eyes stare at her fixedly, filled with such fury that after a while Araba stands up and allows herself to be helped outside.
Everybody leaves the room, and Mr. Kwame Awuah is left all alone.
Shortly afterwards the door opens again, and two senior nurses come inside.
They are Maame Akosua and Enyonam Klinogo.
Enyonam is weeping as she sits on the bed beside Kwame and gently touches his cheek.
Oh, Kwame Awuah, gentle rich man, handsome man with a heart of gold! What am I hearing? You have less than a month to live? Oh why, why, why, why!! Death, please take your icy hands from this man o!
To be Continued…..
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