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.

ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI

THE MORTICIAN

(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)

 

EPISODE 2

I saw that angelic girl unlocking a very nice white SUV car parked under a tree close to where I was standing. She slipped behind the steering and her friends joined, and then she carefully reversed the car and drove off with a squeal of tyres.

I watched the car move from my sight and then I walked to my new hostel to complete my registration. It was one of the ultra-modern hostels in the school since all the hostels I had passed were not a match to the one I was allocated, and I guessed it was a new hostel.

I went over to the hostel reception to do my enquiries first before doing my registration. I got to know that my hostel of residence was one of the most expensive hostels on campus but to me I was covered by sponsorship insurance so that was at least not a dire problem.

After the registration I went back to Kwahu to prepare adequately for my stay in the school. My mum, that precious dear woman, had sold her valuable kente and beads just to raise money to support my feeding and stay on campus.

I was supposed to be happy by her incredible sacrifice, but rather I felt bad and cursed the day my dad died. I had been from a sound background during my early age in life, but death had not treated me fairly at all.

And thus, I had no option than to accept the money my mother had for me.

She cried and told me to make her proud at the university. She stressed on the issue of me doing my best, passing my exams, getting a good-paying job so I could come and support my younger siblings.

I was a beacon of hope to them now should be like an oasis in the dessert. I promised my mum that I would leave no stone unturned to excel because I knew my background and where I was coming from.

The day for me to return to school eventually came and as I was about to leave the house my mother gave me a Bible, telling me that the Bible was given to her on her engagement ceremony between my late father and her.

She had great respect and value for that very Bible since it was the only thing she had in her possession that always reminded her of my late father. She prayed a very lengthy prayer for me before I left the house.

My younger siblings helped me to carry my ‘Ghana must go’ bags and other luggage to the main lorry station. When we got to the station, I immediately told my younger siblings to rush home because the sky was looking ominous with gathering storms.

When I sat in the car the rain started pelting the roof heavily. Fortunately, a group of excited people trooped in from nowhere and filled up the bus, and soon we were on our way.

The bus moved straight to Accra without any mishap by God’s grace. It was still raining heavily though. I went to seek refuge in a small corner inside the bus terminal where some guys were already standing.

About half an hour later, the rain stopped and I decided to head to the Madina-Adenta station to pick a car that would pass in front of the Legon university.

I got into a car that was almost full with passengers.

When I took my seat, it was left with just one person to join so that the car could move and in less than a minute a guy joined.

Little did I know the guys standing at the corner I went to take refuge were thieves. My bag that contained the little money my mother gave me had been cut opened by one of them, the person didn’t even leave a pesewa behind for me to use for pure water.

The words “welcome to Accra, the land of all manner of people” came into mind. The conductor started taking his money and with this action I was dumbfounded, as it got to my turn I pleaded with the conductor to have mercy on me because my money had been stolwe by some thieves, I even showed him the place the thief cut open but this conductor wasn’t having the time and patience to listen to the nonsense coming out of my mouth.

He really abused me with harsh words.

The attention of everyone in the car was drawn to me as at that time. For the umpteenth time in my life I felt stupid and useless due to a financial situation.

Just because I couldn’t afford to pay my own transport fare due to the fact that I was a victim of theft, I had to be subjected to such abject abuse and insults by an unkind mate?

Fortunately, the guy who sat by my side volunteered to pay my fare for me. Even as he did that the conductor was still not done dry-cleaning me with his insults.

An elderly woman intervened on my behalf by telling the conductor to shut up since my bill had been taken care of. I thanked the guy and asked for God’s blessings upon his life.

When we got to the Legon bus stop I got down but before I did the elderly woman who intervened on my behalf gave me her complimentary card and told me to call her when I was less busy.

The guy who helped me by paying me fare also alighted at the same bus stop.

I went close to thank him and he smiled at me and told me not to worry about that kind gesture because he believed I would have probably done same if I were in his shoes.

He further asked me where I was heading to and of which I told him exactly where I was going and my mission to Accra.

He laughed out loud with the way I explained myself and told me he was also heading towards my direction but first he had to pick something from his younger sister at a different hostel and since I was a fresh student on campus, we might bump into each other again.

Then he advised me to be more careful with my movement and the people I mingled with so that what happened to me that day would not repeat itself again.

I thanked him and we parted ways.

I walked to my hostel carrying my ‘Ghana must go bags’, feeling sad and cursing those thieving guys in my head.

Half-way through my journey to the hostel I remembered my mother’s favourite quotation which was “IN ALL THINGS GIVE THANKS TO GOD.”

I smiled and said to myself how do I thank God when He watched me and never prompted me when those thieves were robbing me of the little money I was going to feed on till I received some little money transfer from my mother again.

I heard a voice in my head telling me not to be ungrateful to my maker because at least I got an angel in the form of a man to help salvage the ordeal that befell me when I was robbed.

The voice told me again to cast my mind on Moses and the Israelites on the dessert and the ordeals they went through but were delivered on each occasion by a caring and loving God.

Eventually, I got to my hostel and I went straight to the reception to get the keys to my new room. The male receptionist that day told me that the room was going to be occupied by two people and that my roommate might join me any time soon so I shouldn’t go far with the keys.

I thanked him and walked away.

My room was on the third floor of the huge six storey building. I unlocked the door and entered to make myself comfortable and feel at home since that was going to be my place of residence for the next four years should everything go well for me.

Honestly, I loved what I saw in my new room. It was spacious with a flat screen television, an inner kitchen, toilet and bath plus an outer balcony with a terrific view.

No wonder this hostel was one of the most expensive hostels on campus, but thanks to my benevolent sponsors I was going to enjoy the privilege of staying at such a place.

After I unpacked my belongings and stuffed them into the wardrobe, bookshelf and cupboard, I decided to take a little nap.

I woke up with a lot of noise in my ears to see some other people in my room chatting and laughing out loud. The guy who helped pay my fare earlier on was the same guy in my room now.

I was surprised to see him again, this time in my room, and so I asked him if he was the roommate I was expecting.

He nodded his head, evidently amazed too.

He introduced himself to me since we didn’t do that earlier on as we spoke. His name was Kennedy Koranteng, a Medicine student in his second year.

The other persons in the room were three females. He introduced one of them as his younger sister and the other two ladies were friends of her sister.

I also introduced myself as Steven Nii Dromo, an Accounting student.

Apparently one of them had gone out to receive a phone call. I turned to greet the other ladies and their faces looked very familiar to me but I couldn’t recollect where exactly I knew their faces from.

The door opened and I received the shock of my life.

The person who entered the room was no one but that angel who had rendered me speechless the other day at the registration hall.

She quickly told her friends to come out and meet someone downstairs, she didn’t grant me the opportunity to even say a word to her or any of her friends.

Immediately I remembered the other ladies as the uncivilised and uncultured ladies who had laughed at me as if I were a comedian.

I ignored the other ladies and my attention once again riveted on the beautiful damsel. In fact, I had a vivid picture of her stored in my in my mind and I said to myself that I would draw a portrait of her and donate it to her as a token of the appreciation to the handy work of God.

Truth was, I was a very good painter who could draw and paint perfectly but all my life it was the passion for Accounting that was my dream job. The drawing was an extra talent God gifted me with and I painted as a hobby at my leisure time.

 

To be continued………………………. #Yeb3toaso

 

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