THE CHRONICLES OF THE STRANGER
The mountain road that leads to the sprawling AWUAH RESIDENCE is a bit steep and curvy. On one side is a sheer mountain face, and on the other side is a dangerous drop to the rocks below.
The drop is protected by metal railings.
Sereboe Abokyi and his two accomplices, TAWIAH and ADAMU, have laid the trap that will lead to Nana Yaw’s death.
Sereboe and Adamu are sitting in a sleek Lexus in the most dangerous bend in the road.
Across the road, inside the bend, they have put a nail-studded stretch of rubber.
Any car coming from the bend will see the barrier too late and run over it, causing the tyres to be punctured.
They are holding guns and walkie-talkies.
Tawiah is hiding in the bushes a bit down the road, waiting for approaching cars.
If a car comes along and it is not Nana Yaw’s car, he will use the walkie-talkie to inform Abokyi and Adamu up the hill to remove the nail trap.
All three of them are heavily-armed with guns and knives.
A car suddenly appears below Tawiah, and he stands up and looks at it with his binoculars.
(speaking on the walkie-talkie)
Machine sighted. Not the target.
Damn! Who dat? Pull the nails, Adamu.
Adamu quickly rolls the slab of rubber off the road.
They wait for a while.
Huge car, still coming up.
Sure. Let it come and pass.
Tawiah can see that it is a sleek Escalade.
It is huge and black and absolutely wonderful.
He crouches lower into the bushes so that the driver will not see him.
The car passes his location, and then the brake lights flash. A moment later the car reverses slowly and stops opposite Tawiah.
The driver’s door opens, and a tall man in a black suit and white shirt steps out.
He is wearing a black fedora, and his face is overgrown with thick black beard and a moustache.
His dark sunglasses fitted him very well.
He walks forward and stands just directly opposite Tawiah, and he seems to be peering into the bushes.
Alright, Tawiah, come out now!
Fear crystallizes in his heart and panic sets in.
Who’s this man? How did he know his name?
Tawiah drops the walkie-talkie and draws out his pistol.
His face is awash with fear as he cocks the gun and stands up, pointing it at the tall, bearded man.
What the fuck! Who the hell are you? Don’t mess with me! Turn around and put your hands on the hood of the car, right now!
The tall man’s hands are linked behind him, and he regards Tawiah with something close to contempt.
I don’t remember the last time I obeyed an order from an infidel!
RAISE YOUR HANDS AND TURN ROUND RIGHT NOW OR I’M GONNA SHOOT OFF YOUR KNEECAPS RIGHT NOW!
The man just stares at him and then shakes his head.
Such a waste, Tawiah, such a waste. What happened to you? You were born into a good Christian home, but greed has led you into a most horrible trap. Your problem is that you never listen!
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Hands up, or I’ll kill you right where you stand!
Like I said, you never listen. But you better listen to this, Tawiah, and believe it. If you ever believed in anything, you should believe what I’m telling you right now. I’m a servant of God, and if you fire that gun it will take four fingers off your right hand!
Terrified, panicked, and absolutely flustered, Tawiah fires his pistol.
The gun explodes in Tawiah’s hand, severing the four fingers on his right hand, leaving only the thumb.
Tawiah stares at his bleeding hand with horror, and then he begins to scream fiercely.
From round the curve Abokyi and Adamu hears him.
What the fuck is wrong with that dude?
Seems he’s in trouble. That car should’ve passed a long time ago. Come on, Adamu!
The two of them draw their guns and run down the incline, and come across the stranger and Tawiah, and see Tawiah’s bleeding hands.
They point their guns at the stranger immediately.
Tawiah sees them and screams loudly.
NO! No, don’t shoot him! He will maim you!
Abokyi and Adamu look at Tawiah uncomprehendingly.
Waste the motherfucker! Kill him!
They get ready to shoot the stranger.
But then he speaks.
You’re bleeding to death, Tawiah. Stick your hand in the earth around your feet, and the bleeding will stop.
Indeed, blood is shooting out of Tawiah’s torn fingers in wild gushes.
Terrified, he bends and puts his stumps into the earth, and then he withdraws his hand, and the bleeding has stopped, astounding all of them.
What the fuck?
Kill him now!!
Abokyi Sereboe, I see the Angel of Death standing behind you! You’ve lived your life of violence from the infancy, and killed thirteen people in total. I wish I can help you, but I can’t. Alas, you’re going to die in your sins! How painful! But then, the Good Book always chastised us that he who lives by the sword eventually dies by the sword if he doesn’t change his ways.
You bastard! You fucking bastard! Die!!
He fires his gun, and it blows up in his hands, shattering his wrists, and then one bullet flies backward and smashes into his throat.
He clutches his throat with his bloodied hands, staring with fear at the stranger, and then he falls on his back, jerks spasmodically, and remains still.
Adamu drops his gun and tries to flee, but he cannot move a limb!
He is rooted to the spot!
Tawiah also tries to run, but finds out he cannot move too.
Who’re you? Oh, who are you? Please, whoever you are, spare our lives! Please, please, spare us, sir!
Like I told your friend here, I’m a messenger of God. I called the police on my way here. They’re going to arrest you. Tell them the truth, otherwise I will come and pay you a visit, and believe me, you don’t want me paying you a visit!
Just then the thieves hear the sirens approaching, and several minutes later a police assault vehicle appears.
The vehicle comes to a halt and heavily-armed huge policemen come out with drawn guns.
One of a them, CHIEF INSPECTOR NII LANTE, walks towards the stranger with shock on his face.
CHIEF INSPECTOR LANTE
You! I heard you! You spoke to me! You told me that the members of the Sereboe gang are here!
I did. Those are Sereboe’s acquaintances.
CHIEF INSPECTOR LANTE
He’s the one lying over there. His gun exploded in his hands and he died!
A police sergeant is standing over Abokyi’s body.
Inspector, come see! It is indeed Sereboe!
CHIEF INSPECTOR LANTE
I’ll be damned!
My work here is done. I’ll be on my way then.
CHIEF INSPECTOR LANTE
No, no, wait! You have to come to the station with me! There’s paperwork to be-
Sorry, but I’m not going to any station. There’s somewhere else I must go.
He gets into his beautiful and sleek Escalade, executes a tight U-turn, and then he speeds away.
They stare after him in incomprehension.
CHIEF INSPECTOR LANTE
Who is that guy? How did he know the Sereboe Gang we’ve been pursuing for more than ten years is here?
There are five doctors and three nurses in Kwame Awuah’s ward.
Maame Akosua is weeping uncontrollably, and Enyonam is holding her as the doctors fuss around the patient.
Maame’s eyes are focused on Nana Yaw as he and the other doctors professionally go about their business.
She is convinced that he had something to do with the sudden multiple-organ failure of Mr. Kwame Awuah, but she has no proof.
She is determined, however, that if something bad happens to Kwame she will go to the police and lodge a formal complaint.
Suddenly the door opens.
She looks up and gasps!
There is a man standing in the doorway!
It is the bearded man she has seen in her dreams!
The black beard, sideburns and moustache!
The dark glasses. The black suit, the white tie!
The tall stranger!
Good grief! Dear sweet Jesus! It is him! It is him!
Who? Who, dear?
God’s messenger! The man I’ve been seeing in my dreams each time I fasted and prayed for Kwame’s healing!
The stranger surveys the room calmly, and then he walks inside and closes the door behind him.
He links his hands behind him and walks forward.
Nana Yaw turns from the bed and approaches him.
Who are you, sir? We have an emergency here, and visitors are not allowed now. If you’ll kindly wait outside, we’ll attend to you later.
I came to see that woman over there.
Maame Akosua rushes forward, wiping tears from her eyes.
He came to see me, sir.
You bring your private visitors here? To my father’s ward? You’re fired, woman! Get the hell out of here!
The stranger’s face hardens as he glares at Nana Yaw.
You’re alive because she is here, you fool! And she has a right to be here more than you, vermin, and you know it!
Nana Yaw is stung by the insult, and rage suffuses his face. He glares at the stranger with mounting fury.
You get out of here, mister, before I beat you up to pulp! Get out!
I’ve never been known to obey imbeciles, young man. I came here because the Lord sent me to this woman, and until the will of He who sent me is fulfilled, I’m not budging, you distasteful greedy mongrel!
Nana Yaw cannot take it any longer.
He swings a fist into the jaw of the stranger.
His right fist connects, and it feels like he has just hit his fist against a piece of hardened iron.
He screeches with raw pain as his fingers crack and break.
He takes steps back, staring at his fingers.
The three huge fingers of his right hand are twisted and broken, sending shards of pain through his whole body.
He whimpers with acute pain, holding his right hand in his left hand, his eyes dazed and clouded with pain.
There is silence in the room as all eyes turn to the stranger.
He turns his attention to Maame.
You’re really here! I saw you in my dreams! You’re really a man of God!
You have a problem. The Lord heard your prayers, and listened to you, and sent me here. What is it, woman?
Maame turns, weeping again, and goes to the bed.
She puts a hand on Kwame’s chest.
His eyes are now closed, and it is apparent that he is close to death.
Please, sir, help him. He’s suffering too much.
The stranger looks at Maame Akosua with incredulous eyes.
He walks forward slowly, and it is apparent that he is not pleased.
Him? Is this the man you prayed for?
Yes, sir! But why, you don’t sound pleased!
Because I’m not pleased! This is a man whom the Lord has blessed, and yet he doesn’t believe in the existence and sovereignty of the Lord! He makes fun of the ways of the Lord, and his utterances are a perversion of the Lord! I find him utterly distasteful!
To be Continued….
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