Unbreakable Episode 7
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Maya was up very early the next morning.
She could not wait to set her plans in motion.
With little light from the moon, she prepared the delicious toasted bread and ‘sobolo’ drink ever.
She put the toasted bread in customized envelopes and packed them in an airtight food warmer she had purchased a month ago.
She bottled the ‘sobolo’ in small containers and packed them in an ice chest.
Finally, she cleaned up her surroundings and got her son and herself ready for her first day at work.
She set off to market her food after a quick prayer.
She stopped on the way to pick up the ice cubes she had ordered for the ‘sobolo’ drink.
Maya was very enthusiastic.
She knew she had taken the first step to making it big in this world.
However, things did not go as planned.
Maya walked for quite some time and no one seemed to even notice her.
She realized the workers for the various construction sites had not reported for work that day.
The area was so quiet that it was as if there weren’t any residents around.
Maya still forged on with hope.
She roamed for hours.
She moved from street to street and house to house but she did not sell even a piece of the toasted bread she had woken up at the crack of dawn to make.
Maya felt so downhearted.
Making the toasted bread burnt parts of her fingers but she endured it with the hope that somehow selling them would help her make some money to give her son a better life.
Maya had tears in her eyes as she rested under a mango tree.
Her feet were sore from all the walking.
She deduced that most of the houses were empty during the day.
People who lived there were mostly rich and hardly bought food from outside.
There were house helps and maids in almost all the houses who cooked and washed and did virtually everything for their keepers.
She played with various options to break through and decided she was going to try the same area for a week and if things did not improve, move to other parts of the city.
She needed to make it work!
It had to work!
She had to succeed in proving her worth and enjoy a better life.
She was not going to give up.
And she would try till there was nothing new to try.
She went by the shop and placed the toasted bread in transparent bowls with lids and waited.
Still nothing happened.
Eventually, Maya gave part of the toasted bread and ‘sobolo’ to the kids of the provision store keeper next door and gave the rest to a bunch of school children that passed by that day.
The story for the next day was not very different.
She was able to sell only two toasted breads and five sobolo drinks.
Maya tried for a week but still things did not improve.
There was still no breakthrough.
She walked for hours that week but only a few people patronized her toasted bread and sobolo.
Maya stopped by a local school close to the area during the week.
The kids loved the sobolo and the toasted bread but the problem was they could not afford it.
Maya would not quit trying.
She was sure there was a way to make things work.
She would never give up no matter how tough the going got.
Maya took time and assessed her small business and played around various options in her mind.
She decided to try the lorry station nearby and then the market.
She also decided to make the toasted bread in different sizes to sell at different prices.
And she would also look for the ice cream rubber and package the sobolo with it so that the school children could afford it.
She also resorted to selling tea, bread and omelet in the evenings.
She put her decisions into action the subsequent weeks and saw some improvement in sales.
With a determined spirit she forged on and moved from market to market, lorry station to station and school to school.
Gradually things picked up and she was making some good money.
Money that took care of their feeding, clothing and other necessities.
After a year Maya could afford a single room, a bed and some plastic chairs.
She moved into her small room, the only decent accommodation she had enjoyed since she left Nurse Araba’s house and hoped to turn things around with perseverance.
Maya occasionally visited Nurse Araba and went over to her house to help with cleaning every time her husband went away. Maya had eventually come clean with her about the lie she told when she left her house. She assured her she genuinely did not want to bring chaos into her rather peaceful life.
Nurse Araba was her guardian angel.
She gave her a few pointers on how to run her business.
Sometimes she took care of Maya’s son whilst she went hawking.
It became increasingly difficult for Maya to visit Nurse Araba when things picked up.
She settled for seeing her a few Sundays when she was free to help out.
Maya met Nurse Araba’s husband at home sometimes when she visited.
He became very receptive of her and Maya was very happy by the turn of events.
Maya was busy cleaning the kitchen one of those days – Nurse Araba was out for a programme – when her husband walked in with a huge smile on his face.
He tried to touch her breasts and buttocks but Maya blocked him.
Maya told him categorically that she would never betray the one person who had trusted and cared for her like no other.
Uncle Kow Mensah, as she called him, tried to persuade her to give in with lots of promises and money but Maya vehemently refused.
“Look, I can take good care of you and your son. Araba will never find out.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t do that to the one person who has shown me love apart from my parents. I am not that kind of person. Please stop insisting.”
“Stop playing hard to get, Maya. Is it not money you want? Why are you working your bones out when you can just be my side chick and get even more money than you are making now. You stand to benefit a lot from this arrangement. I can buy a house for you in Takoradi and take care of all your needs. It will be our little secret. Your son would have a home, an I’ll take excellent care of both of you!”
“Money is not everything, sir. I have pride and I won’t settle for the sidelines. I want the big picture and you don’t fit in it. You are married and I don’t love you. The answer is still NO, please stop insisting. I won’t do that. I’ve never believed in relationships like that. Relationships with married men are off limits for me. That’s my resolve, and I won’t compromise on that no matter what!.”
“You are very stupid, you know that? This is an offer of a lifetime. That’s why you’ve ended up on the streets. You allow stupid boys to sleep with you. Boys who can’t take care of you, but you turn down the ones who will give you a slice of paradise. Girls like you need men like me who would bring them up. Boys of today can’t even clean their own noses, how can they take care of you? I will be good to you, that’s a promise. All you have to do is sleep with me a few times a month.“
Maya stood her ground, and would not give in, much to the ire of the man.
It didn’t end there, though.
Auntie Araba travelled for a funeral in her hometown one weekend and detailed Maya to take care of her house for her.
Her husband was not due back until the next weekend.
Late Saturday night, the doorbell to the house rang and Maya was surprised to see Uncle Mensah at the gate.
She opened the gates for him and helped him with his luggage.
Maya was headed back to her room when he told her she should fix something for him to eat.
She obliged and when she went to tell him the food was ready he pulled her close and forcibly kissed her.
Maya pushed him off with all her might but he was too strong for her.
He managed to kiss her a couple more times and tried to cup and fondle breasts.
Maya told him if he insisted she was going to scream her lungs out and everyone would know what kind of man he was.
She said it with so much hatred in her eyes that Uncle Mensah believed she could cause him real trouble.
He entreated her to give it a thought since it would benefit her more if she were his secret mistress.
He tried to convince her to accept him.
Worst, he claimed he loved her and she would never have to worry about anything ever again.
Maya was devastated.
She stormed out of the house and never set foot in it again.
She was able to enroll in a catering school to refresh herself in the art of cooking after a while.
And then she realized she loved cooking and she did it so well her business soared incredibly.
Maya rented a small place and turned it into a fast food joint.
She cooked virtually everything.
The location helped and soon she started making money.
She still made the toasted bread and ‘sobolo’ for sale.
She hired two girls to help her with the sales.
Things began to look up.
Soon Maya opened small outlets in various locations and her business expanded to various parts of Accra.
When her son was old enough to go to school, she enrolled him in a good school. She now had more time on her hands so she signed on to a diploma program in hospitality and eventually a degree in hospitality.
Everything was going well apart from the occasional loneliness that assailed her.
She directed all her energy to making a name for herself with or without a man by her side.
Maya gave up on any meaningful relationship with any guy after several broken hearts.
She dated a few guys but every time they learnt she had a child, they backed out.
One guy, Alfred, stayed and things were looking up.
He was very caring.
He took her to places she had never been and treated her like a queen.
Alfred dotted on her like she was his priceless treasure.
Most importantly, he treated Jnr. well.
She worked late one day and asked him to pick the boy from school.
He gladly agreed and Maya grew even fonder of him for that kind gesture.
She walked in that day to meet the boy alone in the house with thick slap marks on his left cheek.
Maya, her motherly heart broken, called Alfred to find out what had happened, and Alfred was very bitter. The things he said cut through her like a sharpened knife. It was obvious he hid his true feelings for her son.
He explained that her bastard son took his phone to play with and he lost his cool.
He told her the boy would always come between them.
And he said he was not ready to look after someone’s son. He said things Maya thought no human had the right to say to another.
Three weeks afterwards he showed up at her doorstep full of remorse for his actions. He knelt down before her and apologized for his unruly behaviour and the things he said to her. He asked her to marry him because he loved her but Maya knew it was best they parted ways.
She knew Prince Jnr. would always be a wedge between them and any hope of happiness. For the sake of her son she had no choice but to let him go.
Maya thought of Prince often.
She wondered how he fared and hoped that one day their paths would cross at least for her son’s sake.
She had known Prince for just a short magical spell of time, but he had left an indelible impression on her. Desperately, she tried to see a bit of him in all the guys she dated but none came even close to making her feel that at ease, a feeling she only enjoyed when she was with Prince. No one had been able to make her laugh the way he had.
With him, there was no reason for pretense, she could just be herself and that was fun.
Maya’s business boomed and things started falling into place.
Maya moved into an executive two-bedroom house when her finances improved further and continued to work tirelessly for her and her son’s sake.
She played with the idea of going back to see her only family, her Uncle, but somehow, she could not get over the pain of his rejection at a time of her life she needed him most.
She wondered what became of her inheritance since she had passed eighteen.
One day, she would have the luxury to find out but right now she needed to divert all her energy and resources into making it in life.
That would be the only revenge she could give to all those who turned their backs on her.
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