The Mortician…
THE WRITER
I am Akoto Adjei Alexander, a Christian. A product of Abetifi Presbyterian Senior High School, Abetifi-Kwahu. I am in my late 20’s and the last born of the boys my parent brought to earth. Basically, I am a fiction/scriptwriter who loves to write about nature and the realities of life. I do a little of Graphics Design, I do MC’ing of events somethings, a Motivational Speaker and a Relationship Talk Expert.
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ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI
THE MORTICIAN
(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)
EPISODE 1
[wp_ad_camp_1]My name was  Nii Dromo Steven, a graduate but unemployed in my late 20’s.
After my national service, every reputable company and organization probably received either one or two application letters from me. I had undergone so many job interviews that my face was also probably a known feature to many interviewers.
In most of my interviews, it was either I was over-qualified or the job description was too below my standard for me to be employed. Some of the people I helped at the university were gainfully employed whiles others were married and raising their families to a better standard.
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My story had always been different. I had searched myself thoroughly to see if there was something about me that had rendered me jobless for this long period but I had never gotten any concrete answer to that. Day in and day out, my life was becoming unbearable and a hell. The fact was, I had also vowed never to use foul means to get money as some of my peers were doing. Sometimes the urge became so strong that on several occasions I had left the house to consult some shrines and mallams but half-way through I always backed out of that move.
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I stopped attending church because I realized even the church was not having compassion for the poor and the needy. Basically, I was tired of paying a “Consultation fee” before seeing the man of God for spiritual direction. Some of these so-called men of God had been robbing people with the quotation “thou shall not come to the house of God empty-handed.”
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 I always asked myself what happened to those who truly did not have money in their pockets. Did it mean such people are banned from the house of the Lord?
Meanwhile, the current economy of the country is so bad that most of the private companies were even laying off some of their current workers and the government sector was also so choked that it was extremely difficult to make a breakthrough the clean way. I wept a lot anytime it dawned on me that, at my age, I still slept in a kiosk in a slum.
The only thing I could boast of was a second-hand mattress, a box iron, a small radio set and a 14-inch colour television. This was all I could afford for now till I got a better job to move out of this hell I called my home.
I was the eldest of four children.
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I was half Ga on my paternal side and half Kwahu on my maternal side. Currently, my mother and my little siblings are in Kwahu. My late father, who was once a great businessman, died of food poisoning without leaving any document or Will to protect my mother and her kids.
My uncles and aunts, together with my father’s youngest wife, took possession of everything my father owned. Their reason was that they had never approved of my mother, and my father’s family had never been in support of the marriage between my father and mother.
Furthermore, my father was from a royal family and he was eligible to be crowned a chief the moment the current chief occupying that stool died, and therefore his family members forced him to marry again and this time from the Ga tribe, and that was why he got a second wife.
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Things changed the moment he took that advice from his kinsmen. His attention drifted from us totally but in a way his actions were understandable until his untimely death. We were told, after his death, that he died of food poisoning but up to now we never got any document or medical note as to what exactly he took that ended his life.
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Shortly after we buried my father, his kinsmen together with his younger wife invaded the house and threw us out without any prior notice. My Mother tried contacting some lawyers to help us but the money they were charging was too much for us to afford. Later, one shady female lawyer advised my mother to stop pursuing that case because she had not been legally married to my father. Theirs had just been a traditional marriage which was not properly recognized in our society. I later got to know this was a piece of very bad advice because customary law was recognized and binding by interstate succession law. Obviously, this shady lawyer was paid to sidetrack us.
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My mother, after listening to the advice from the female lawyer, heeded to the advice and made us relocate to her hometown. Her family members didn’t receive us well because they were also kicking against my parents’ marriage from the start, but for the intervention of my mother’s Uncle, we would have been thrown out.
We got a small room in the family house and a small piece of land to start farming.
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Mother tried her hands at petty trading in addition to the farming she was doing. As the oldest child, I had to set a good track for my younger siblings to follow. My mum invested everything she had in me so that I would get the very best in education.
I passed my junior high school exams with distinction. Luckily for me, I got a scholarship from an NGO to sponsor my education all the way through senior high school and university, but my only problem was that the scholarship only took care of my school fees, leaving all other expenses on me.
Along the line, my younger brother got bitten by a poisonous snake which led to his sad death.
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I got admission to study Business at Abetifi Presbyterian Senior High School at Abetifi Kwahu where I excelled brilliantly all through my stay in the institution. The Presbyterian discipline that was bestowed on me really shaped my well-being. I learnt to be tolerant, self-motivated and to be a team player by all standards.
 During my final year in senior high school, I got elected as the overall general prefect among my peers and academically I also helped my colleagues in the absences of tutors in the areas where they fell short. After the final exams, I was adjudged the overall best student in the Eastern Region. I did some small jobs as I completed senior high school so I could save a little before for my university education.
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God being so good, He smiled at me and my admission request was accepted and approved by the university authorities. I was given the dream course of my choice and that was Accounting. I sent my admission letter to my sponsors so they could prepare for me fully when my time to report to school crept in.
Eventually, the day came for all the fresh students to make payment of their fees at various banks and report to the school. The freshers had to go through the registration process and it was in the queue at the registration office where I saw the prettiest lady I had ever set eyes on. I watched this lady so unashamedly that when it got to my turn to be served at the registration the person behind me had to tap on my shoulder before I came back to myself.
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The people around me burst into laughter at my evident distraction by this angel in flesh. The lady in question even felt embarrassed by my insolent behaviour that morning. I went through my registration successfully and as I walked through the hall to take leave I was again received with this loud laughter from my fellow freshers.
Calmly, I overlooked their actions and walked out of the place, going straight to stand on the veranda to take a last glance at this pretty angel who had captivated my heart that morning. I believed I would have been the talk of the week when school resumed fully but who cared? Yes, I was only appreciating the good handy work of the almighty God because this to me was the very first time I had taken a closer and more vivid look at someone from the opposite sex.
I stood at that place for close to an hour and the lady did not come out.
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My patience was also running out because I had to go and do a new registration at the hostel I would be staying during my time in the school and also go back to my home town. As I was about to give up I saw the young angel coming out of the registration hall with three other ladies.
They were happily conversing and gesturing in an animated way, and when they were getting to the place I was standing, one of the ladies drew the attention of the others to take a look at me. The other ladies who were definitely not as beautiful as the angel stared at me as if I was a clown and later burst into laughter.
But all this while the angel was calm and never partook in the childish attitude her friends were exhibiting.
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