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EUNICE ANSAH-AGYEMAN
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EPISODE 1
Maya could not stop crying.
Her world was crumbling around her feet swiftly.
She begged her uncle for leniency but he paid no heed to her pleas.
To him, she had brought shame to his household.
She had dented his reputation as a Pastor and he would have none of it.
The die was cast and she was to leave his house.
That was final.
“But I don’t have anywhere else to go, Uncle Fii. You are my only family,” Maya stated tearfully.
“You should have thought of that when you went spreading your legs to a boy you hardly knew. You’ve disappointed me greatly, Maya. I gave you everything you wanted. I clothed you and gave you a roof over your head. How could you do this to me? You have to leave before the Church Council finds out what you have done. They would punish me by stripping off my title as the Presiding Pastor. I can’t let that happen. You have to go very far away. You have to vanish into thin air. Go and look for the boy who did that to you and stay with him.”
“Please, forgive me. I know I didn’t do the right thing. I didn’t fully grasp the consequences. Oh, I was so naïve. I didn’t know this would happen. I made a mistake, please forgive me. You know I have nowhere to go, please! Please don’t cast me out,” Maya begged pitifully.
Maame Serwaa, Uncle Fii’s wife, was standing at the door and fuming with rage as she watched the two exchange words.
She had not liked Maya much ever since she set foot in her house. She hated the way her husband dotted on her. Maya was getting all the attention which was rightfully hers and her children’s.
She loathed Maya for a lot of reasons but top of the list was because her mother had been against their marriage from the word go.
Maya’s Mom thought she could poke her stinking nose into their business since they lived at their mercy. All the good things she and her husband ever had came from Maya’s parents and that meant they had absolute control over her husband.
The only reason she accepted that orphan into their home was that her husband would get access to the money Maya’s mother left her.
As long as they got the money to play with, she could stay even though she always looked for a chance to expel her so that the money would be totally theirs.
Maame Serwaa always looked for excuses to get rid of Maya.
Now, she saw the perfect opportunity and she was not going to let it slip by. With Maya out of the way, she and her husband would have access to all her wealth and no one would blame them.
Maame Serwaa dragged Maya to the hospital to be tested when she suspected she might be pregnant.
When it was confirmed Maya was indeed pregnant she pushed her husband to the wall to the extent that he had no option than let Maya go.
It was not like he had much of a choice anyway. His reputation was at stake.
“Shut up, you ingrate. Go and look for the imbecile that got you pregnant,” Maame Serwaa shouted.
“Please, Auntie Serwaa, I’m sorry. I don’t know where he is. I don’t know where to find him,” Maya pleaded.
“You are really a disgrace to womanhood; do you know that? How can you be so senseless? You’re telling me you slept with a boy you hardly knew? You are worse than I thought. You are nothing but a cheap girl. Get the hell out of my house before you turn my kids into prostitutes!” Maame Serwaa added furiously.
“Enough, already Serwaa. She made a mistake most teenagers make. She’s leaving anyway, there’s no need for you to call her names.” Uncle Fii ordered.
“You see why she is like that? You have pampered her so much that she thinks she can do just about anything and get away with it. It is not surprising though, because you are both fools.”
Uncle Fii guided Maya to the porch and gave her an envelope containing a thousand Ghana Cedis he had managed to withdraw from Maya’s account without his wife’s knowledge.
He felt sorry for Maya but under the circumstance, he had no option than to let her go.
His wife had changed drastically towards Maya when she learnt about the inheritance that would go to Maya when she turned eighteen.
“Take this, you can travel to Accra and look for that boy. I’m very sure, judging from the things you said about him, that he wouldn’t shut you out. I’m sure he would take good care of you. I hope you understand that my job and marriage are on the line here. Take good care of yourself. May God be with you.”
Maya picked her bag and headed for the door with tears falling down her cheeks in gushes.
She stepped into the cold morning with no destination in mind.
She was only seventeen years old and pregnant.
Maya walked the streets of Sekondi without a plan.
She was all alone and had no clue where to go.
She did not have many friends.
Her only friend had relocated with her family to Cote D’Ivoire shortly after the final exams.
She did not have any friends from the Church because her Uncle’s wife forbade her to make friends.
As she walked aimlessly around she thought of her parents.
She remembered how good life was until she lost them one year apart.
She was only thirteen when her Mom died of a brain tumour.
Her Dad had died suddenly a year earlier of a heart attack.
She had no one else to take care of her so she had come to her only surviving relative, her mother’s half-brother.
For the first month or so she felt at home and happy but all that changed as soon as her Uncle’s wife delivered.
She made her do all the chores in the house which left her tired and unhappy.
Her Uncle did not have much control over what happened in his home because he was mostly out till late. He worked as a Pastor in one of the big churches in Sekondi.
In all her suffering at the hands of her Uncle’s wife, she was grateful for one thing: the chance to stay in school.
She missed a whole year of school when her mother passed but Uncle Fii fixed that and she was able to complete her secondary education.
It was when they were in their final year that the church organized a youth camp for all final year students from across the country.
They had all camped at Aburi Gardens for two weeks.
It was such a joy for Maya to be out of the house for a change and things went so well she wished the camp meeting never ended.
She felt loved.
She felt free.
And she felt alive.
Prince made sure of that.
Prince was a boy who came from Accra.
They met casually at the registration desk when they arrived and took a liking to each other immediately.
They talked as if they had known each other for ages. And for the rest of the camp time they met under one of the cocoa trees every night and read a book or listened to stories mostly told by Prince in their free time.
Prince made her feel loved with the little things he did.
He gave her a short note or word on a piece of paper every day when they parted to their various beds.
He always insisted she read the notes when she was in bed ready to sleep.
The words had always been short but beautiful. They had always touched the core of her soul. Those words she received lifted her spirits and she had gone to bed every day with a smile on her face.
Prince was so kind and caring.
He even offered to give her free lessons in Mathematics when she mentioned her difficulty in the subject.
All too soon the two weeks were up and on the last night as they lay under their cocoa tree and watched the stars, there was an unspoken tension and sadness between them.
They were both buried in their thoughts.
“You don’t have any story today?” Maya asked in a bid to break the unsettling silence between them.
Prince did not answer.
Maya felt uncomfortable and sad indeed.
To Be Continued…
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