Aaron Ansah-Agyeman’s
Chronicles Of The Stranger
Chronicle Title:
BETRAYED
Episode 7
Location: THE HOSPITAL
He listens to the wonderful things that Maame Akosua tells him.
Things he had really never heard nor paid heed to, and although he could not utter a word or move any part of his body except his eyelids, he feels a deep peace within his bosom, and wonders why he has lived so long in the world and shunned such good news!
How on earth had he convinced himself that God does not exist?
Indeed, he has been a very big fool, and deserves to be suffering the way he is!
And Mr. Kwame Awuah, multimillionaire and a man of his own destiny for many years, breaks down into the tears of a sinner who has seen the truth and come back home.
At the end of the fourth week Maame Akosua enters the ward with a worried look on her face.
MAAME AKOSUA
I used this week to fast and pray for you, Kwame. And I’ve been getting very confusing responds. I’ve been having a dream, the same dream, each night. I keep seeing a tall, bearded stranger in a black suit picking you up from that bed and taking you into the bathroom where the bath is full with water, and then I will wake up! I’m so scared!
MAAME AKOSUA
I don’t know what’s happening! Does it mean you’re going to be drowned? I hope not! But why does the Lord continuously show me this dream? What should I do about it? I asked my pastor and he also doesn’t know what it means. Whatever it is, it is my fervent hope that it means healing!
Inwardly Kwame Awuah smiles, touched by the golden heart of this woman.
He has never seen a more caring woman, and he admits to himself in the darkness he finds himself, that he indeed care so much about her!
She does mean a lot to him!
Location: THE AWUAH RESIDENCE
And in that same night, in the sprawling, elegant and stunning mansion of Mr. Kwame Awuah, his wife and his adopted son make slow love on Mr. Awuah’s matrimonial bed.
It is a round, lovely water-bed that undulates and caresses their bodies.
Later, spent and yet inwardly troubled, they lie on the bed and make small loving talk.
Araba is lying with her head on his chest as she runs a hand slowly over his hard body.
ARABA
It’s a month now, darling. You all said he would be dead long before this, but he’s still alive.
Nana Yaw sighs deeply.
NANA YAW
(worried)
I know, darling. But you must be rest assured that he is not getting out of that bed again. His whole body is poisoned. Let us allow him to enjoy his last days on earth in peace. We’ve hurt him enough.
ARABA
(tightly)
Think, darling! I’ve been telling you this for over two years now! He’s old! His time here is done! In his new will, which I am privy to, he’s left two-thirds of his estate to you, and a third to me! Think of how happy we will be if he’s dead. The longer he lives the guiltier we’ll feel, but we have the chance to be happy together! You must think carefully, darling.
Nana Yaw stands up with a little grunt and walks to the bar.
His face is sweaty even in the air-conditioned room.
He mixes two drinks and brings one to her.
As he sips he looks over his tumbler at her.
NANA YAW
(miserably)
Araba, please, don’t let me do this! I’m being torn apart with guilt already as it is!
She drinks and twirls the glass, causing the ice cubes to tinkle.
She looks at him with half-shut eyes.
ARABA
You know I’m right, darling. You have to help him to die, and find his peace. Now he’s constantly under the agony of learning we had been cheating on him. Maybe he can live with my infidelity, but he can never forgive you. He took you and your mother off the streets and made you a-
NANA YAW
(screaming with agony)
SHUT UP!!
He throws his glass across the room, and it shatters against a wall.
On that wall is a portrait of his mother.
The look on her face had always been serene, but right now Nana Yaw feels that she is frowning at him with anger, bitterness and disappointment.
ARABA
I know it is painful, love, but you have to do it. Tomorrow just walk in there and inject him. They have all declared that he will die, so if he dies tomorrow no one will suspect anything.
NANA YAW
You’re asking me to commit murder! TO KILL THE ONLY MAN WHO RESPECTED MY MOM AND GAVE ME A LIFE!
ARABA
(softly)
I don’t care, love. All I know is that as long as he continues to draw breath, he is a danger. There are a million tales about terminally ill people who had suddenly come back to full health, confounding medical experts. Think of what can happen if your father suddenly comes out of that bed!
NANA YAW
(painfully)
Why can’t you just allow him to die in peace, Araba? Please don’t turn us into monsters!
She smiles and drains her drink.
Smiling seductively, she stands up, pads to the bar and drops the glass.
She watches him as she walks back to the bed and lies down, spreading her legs slowly and cupping her breasts.
He is watching her exotic body, and he slowly comes fully erect.
He approaches and grabs her.
She arches her body into him and accepts his kiss with a grunt of her own.
He lies on his back and pulls her on top of him.
She stares down into his eyes as she straddles him and lowers herself on him, riding him hard.
He groans, grabbing her bucking buttocks and thrusting with fervour in rhythm to her gyrating body.
She leans down and kisses him, and then she nibbles his earlobe.
ARABA
(passionately)
Tell me you’re going to do it, darling! Do this for us! So that we can have more of this! Will you do it? Are you going to do it?
NANA YAW
(lustfully)
Oh, yes, baby! I’ll kill him tomorrow! Oh, yes, yes, yes!! Yeeeeeeesss!!!
Episode 8
Nana Yaw is dressed in an impeccable suit.
He walks towards the sleek and powerful Chrysler parked in the courtyard.
Walking by his side is a beautiful Araba, dressed in black jeans and a fetching pink tank and sky blue shirt.
The servants are working around the house and so they just hug briefly as he opens the car door.
NANA YAW
(his face haggard)
This is the day, darling. My father takes his last breath today.
ARABA
(sighing)
I know how hard and painful this is for you, but it must be done for the sake of our love, and our happiness.
Nana Yaw nods.
NANA YAW
Yes, love and happiness. I love you so much, Araba.
ARABA
So remember the plan, my love. Don’t stay over there too long.
NANA YAW
(flustered)
No, no. I won’t wait at all. I’ll inject him and come straight back home.
ARABA
Yes, my love. I’ll be waiting!
She smiles sweetly and waits until he has driven out, and then she turns and begins to walk towards the main house.
SEREBOE ABOKYI, the elderly chauffeur who drives Mr. Kwame Awuah, stands respectfully as Araba approaches.
He is a tall muscular man with hard eyes.
He has been employed almost two years ago by Mr. Kwame Awuah because Araba had told him Abokyi is a dead friend’s husband in need of a job to take care of four starving children.
Mr. Kwame Awuah, being the kind trusting man he is, has employed Sereboe Abokyi as his chauffeur with a very handsome salary indeed.
ARABA
(mischievously)
Hello, Mr. Sereboe.
He nods respectfully without smiling.
ABOKYI
Good morning, madam.
ARABA
Would you come inside, please? There are some errands I want you to run for me.
ABOKYI
(respectfully)
Certainly, madam.
He follows her into the beautiful mansion, up the ornate stairs until they enter Mr. Kwame Awuah’s study.
The moment the door closes behind them Araba gives a scream of joy and runs to a huge bed in the corner and flings herself on it, kicking her legs ecstatically.
ARABA
(excited)
Yes, yes, yes! We’re hitting the jackpot huge this time, sweetheart!
Sereboe smiles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.
ABOKYI
(coldly)
He’s going to finish off the old man as planned, darling?
ARABA
Yes, yes! He packed the injection! Kwame Awuah should be dead by evening! He will inject his father with the deadly drug, and then he will come back here!
ABOKYI
But then he won’t reach home, because me and my boys will be waiting him, and kill him, making it look like a grieving son who has lost his father driving blindly and skidding off the road and having a fatal accident on the cliffs below his residence. A double tragedy! And all the money comes to his grieving widow, Araba Awuah.
ARABA
(giggling insanely)
Yes, Araba and her long-standing lover in crime, the crime boss himself, Mr. Sereboe Abokyi, who has managed to kill two of Araba’s previous husbands already and taken their money! Money, money, money, my love!
Sereboe laughs as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his trousers.
ABOKYI
Seems like we’ll enjoy this one for quite some time, baby! This Awuah is loaded fucking!
ARABA
(sweetly)
Yes, yes, yes! And finally I’ll get rid of that bastard Nana Yaw! Damn, that fool almost spoilt the whole plan when he came back three years ago and recognized me! Yuck, and I had to put up with his silly groping and stupid dick for so long!
Naked, Sereboe approaches her with his turgid erection.
ABOKYI
I got something for you, love! A sweet one before going to complete the final hours of Nana Yaw Awuah. I’m going to take real great delight in killing that bastard for putting his damn hands on you all those years. I know it was all because of the plan, but I’m going to mess him up!
ARABA
(sexily)
I’m wet and ready, baby! Come and fill me up!! Hurry and make me feel your love, and then go and wait for him at the mountains and kill him when he’s coming back! Silly bastard!
Sereboe joins her on the bed, and draws her towards him.
Episode 9
Maame Akosua enters the ward in the morning.
She cleans Mr. Awuah gently, working around the machines surrounding him.
He is asleep, and she is scared.
Lately his sleeps have become prolonged, and she knows that he is gradually dying, and it is killing her because she has come to care for him so much, and suddenly his imminent death is driving terror through her.
She is sitting by his side when he opens his eyes finally and looks at her, and then he sees the concern on her face, the love, and the tears running down her cheeks.
He blinks once… no!
Why is he saying no?
It dawns on her then!
He doesn’t want her to be sad and cry.
She slowly wipes the tears from her face with a handkerchief and smiles at him.
He blinks twice… yes!
He is happy she has stopped crying.
MAAME AKOSUA
(tremulously)
Listen, I’m an old woman, Kwame. Fifty-five years old. I don’t have the figure of a model, and I’m certainly not as beautiful as your wife. But I have a good heart that has not been used much, okay, and that heart loves you now. I’m a Christian, and I know my Lord will help you, so don’t die! At least, don’t let those evil couple get away with what they have done to you. Last night I had the dream again about a tall, bearded gentleman in a black suit who has been sent by the Lord to help you! Please, don’t die on me!
Two blinks…
Yes, he won’t die yet.
She smiles beautifully, and just then the door opens and Nana Yaw comes in, his face sweaty and grave.
Maame stands up stiffly and looks at him with such fury that he raises his eyebrows at her.
NANA YAW
Anything the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?
MAAME AKOSUA
Nothing, sir. Good morning.
Nana Yaw ignores her and looks down at his father.
NANA YAW
How’re you father? Don’t worry about anything, okay?. Very soon you will be free of all your pains!
Maame’s jaw sets with the depths of her anger.
Such hypocrisy!
Oh, such evil!
Such wickedness!
Oh, why should God allow people like these to live free after their evil deeds?
Nana Yaw checks the Stats Card of his father and the readings from the machines. He fidgets with instruments and takes fresh readings.
MAAME AKOSUA
Is he alright, sir?
NANA YAW
(brusquely)
He will be fine. Please, take this prescription and get me the items from the pharmacist.
MAAME AKOSUA
(taking the list)
Yes, sir.
She goes out slowly with a slight frown on her face.
She does not notice that Kwame Awuah is looking at her desperately and giving her a series of single blinks…
No, no, no, no, don’t leave me alone with him!
Kwame Awuah is scared! He has seen the look of doom in his step-son’s eyes, and he knows that evil is lurking behind the façade of Nana Yaw’s caring expression.
The moment Maame goes out Nana Yaw takes the deadly ampoule and the syringe from his pocket.
He quickly breaks the neck of the ampoule, extracts the deadly fluid with the syringe, and then holds his father’s arm.
He looks up suddenly, and sees the tears falling down the sides of Kwame’s eyes.
It makes Nana Yaw tremble, and tears came into his own eyes so that he can barely see.
He quickly swabs his father’s arm, grips it for the vein to pop out, and then he inserts the syringe and depresses the plunger.
He quickly turns away and puts the whole package into his pocket and walks to one of the windows and stares out as tears course down his face.
Nana Yaw knows that he has committed murder.
He has just killed the only man who ever treated him with genuine love, the man who has given him a life, and an existence of affluence!
A man who had never held anything back from him!
The door opens and Maame comes back in.
She knows immediately that something is wrong when she sees the frantic look in Kwame’s eyes and the tears forming a wet patch on the pillow.
Nana Yaw suddenly turns away from the window and, weeping openly now, flees from the room.
Maame drops the package she is holding on a table and sits beside Kwame as tears fill her eyes.
MAAME AKOSUA
Oh, dear, dear, dear! What did he do to you? What happened? Oh, no, no, no! Kwame, Kwame!
The machines around her are now emitting different beeps now.
Maame stands up and runs into the corridor screaming for help.
To be Continued…
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