The Mortician…
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ALEXANDER AKOTO ADJEI
THE MORTICIAN
(Nii Dromo The Mortuary Man)
EPISODE 14
All too soon the day for the final exams dawned in and I took the papers, paper after paper and finally when the results were released, I was no doubt the overall best student in the school.
For the accolades I received chunks of them and one lecturer helped me secure a place in one of the reputable accounting firms in the country to do my national service.
I worked so hard and had new modules to tackle major problems in my department of work that in no time I was liked by most of the senior staffers except the deputy director of the firm who never appreciated anything I did at the place.
He always raised false alarms about me to the senior staffers but anytime they probed into the matter they never saw me at fault.
One day, a file was mistakenly dropped on my desk and since I thought it was for me to do some balancing and checks in the file, I realised there had been a huge embezzlement going on from the desk of the deputy director.
I raised an alarm and a serious meeting was organised in respect to my findings. The meeting went on for close to seven hours before it came to an end.
The deputy director, together with some senior staffers, were found as the culprits behind the embezzlement and they had to be apprehended and prosecuted.
Before the culprits were sent out of the building by the security personnel, the deputy director told me in plain language that a reputation he had used twenty-seven years to build I had taken just a day to bring it to an end, and that if I were the might oak tree he was also the small axe and that I would never find happiness in the firm.
And, furthermore, he told me that my life would soon turn upside down. Hmmm, never underestimate the furry of an angry man from the hometown of that man because most of them never issued empty threats.
My boss that I worked under in my department called me to her office the following day. She was astonished as to how I was able to track and nail the deputy director down because she said for the past fifteen years a lot of the workers had tried auditing the reports and financial expenditures of the deputy director but have never been successful.
About three of these people who almost got him caught died mysteriously so nobody in the company bothered ever again to try that with the man.
She advised me like a mother to be very careful with how I went about things in the establishment because she knew there were still some of the culprits left in the firm.
I thanked her and left to my office.
When I got to my desk I saw something unusual on my chair, a very big “GRASSHOPPER” was lying on my chair.
I brushed it away with some papers I was holding in my hands and sat down to do the work I had been assigned with for the day.
What marvelled me was that my office was on the 3rd floor of the eight-storey building of the firm, and moreover the building did not have any open place or window for that parasite to find its way to my chair.
I put the incident out of my mind and started my work.
However, I closed very early because I was feeling very feverish all of a sudden so I took permission and left to the house but on my way home a “BAT” came to hit my chest which got me very alarmed and very alert because I knew “bats” hardly flew during broad daylight.
I got home and things became worse for me that I was later rushed to the hospital by my co-tenant in the house I had rented after leaving the hostel.
I was on hospital admission for close to two weeks but the doctors in the hospital were not seeing anything wrong with me medically. Several tests had been conducted on me but the results they got were still the same.
One of the doctors by name Dr Aphreh advised me to seek for spiritual assistance because the way things were going she could tell that my situation was above medical treatment because my condition was becoming worse by the day.
I took her advice and called my mum and informed her about my predicament so she immediately told me not to waste time in coming back to the village so she could send me to a very powerful man of God who had been transferred to the Kwahu Presbytery and she knew redemption would be my portion when we went to him.
I called my boss to inform her of my current situation and she passed by to visit me after work.
She told me that it was a spiritual attack after I narrated my story to her from the “grasshopper to the bat and the other strange things I encountered.”
She gave me an envelope before leaving and told me to manage whatever amount I saw in it and that she would fill and endorse my end of service forms when my national service tenure ended even if I didn’t get the strength to complete the time left ahead of me.
I went to the bank and withdrew almost everything left in my account and added it to what my boss gave to me and made way to my village to see the man of God my mum spoke about.
God being so good granted me a safe trip to my hometown and as I got home my mother broke down with tears because in fact the sickness had really dealt with me rigidly that I had become a shadow of myself.
I had become so emaciated that if a strong wind blew, I might probably be blown away too.
That evening of my arrival my mother didn’t waste any time by sending me to the house of the prophet so that the necessary steps would be taken.
Upon our arrival at the man of God’s house he engaged us in series of prayers and immediately he got a revelation as to who was behind my sickness and what exactly my problem was.
To him, if drastic measures were not taken to salvage the problem I had less than a week to live on this earth but because we had taken a bold step to come to the presence of God, that decision of the untimely dead God had stamped his feet in the matter and had declared the case nonsense.
The man of God by name Prophet Owusu Peprah directed us to buy some items and gave us directions to follow and also warned me not to take in some foods and fruits since those things could clamp my spirit down.
He further gave me some Bible quotations to pray with and gave me some days to fast and after that come back and see him. He told us he would also do the rest of the prayers at his end.
Before we left his house, he stressed on the fact that I should be careful on any sugar mummy who might come my way with any monetary assistance because in return she would demand for something that would not end well for both of us.
We came back home with a renewed spirit that redemption was very close to us. That night I had a series of nightmares about my life with people chasing me and sometimes weird creatures following me in the bush.
In some of these nightmares I saw myself fighting with the very man who threatened my life earlier on and in the fight I really disciplined him, honestly I beat the living hell out of him that he pleaded for mercy and later told me that he would release my health and liberty into my hands once again.
I woke up sweating like I had taken part in the milo marathon race from Nungua barrier to Dansoman keep fit club house.
I later heard some cats fighting on the roof of the room all throughout the night but surprisingly I was the only one awake with the whole noise that was coming from above.
It was after 4 a.m. before I managed to sleep again.
I woke up very late in the day eventually and I was surprised at the time because it was almost 4 p.m.
When I asked my mum why she didn’t wake me up all this while, she smiled and told me that she tried several times but I replied her over and over that I was tired.
She informed that the prophet came around to check up on me but as he saw my style of sleeping, he told my mum that I had gone to the spiritual realm fighting for my redemption.
Furthermore, he said that I would come back victorious so no one should interrupt my lengthy sleep. On hearing this I started jubilating because I knew the battle I fought in the early hours of the day was a victorious one and that the bondage that had held me captive would be broken soon.
I narrated everything I saw in my dream and even told my mum about the cat fight I heard on the roof of our room and surprisingly my mum said she didn’t hear any such thing but come to think of this my mum was not the deep sleeper type of person but she said she heard nothing.
Well I guess it was a spiritual encounter that came my way.
I followed the directions the prophet laid down for me and in some few days’ time I saw positive improvement taking place in my system and life.
Thanks to the special homemade foods and soups my mother prepared for me, I started gaining back my normal weight.
I stayed in the village for three months before I decided to come back to Accra to chase after my dreams.
The prophet stressed on the fact that if I truly loved my life I shouldn’t venture to go back to the accounting firm to work or even visit them and that if they called me to come and work there as a permanent worker and even offer to pay me more than the president of the country, I should turn their offer down.
He said God would locate me and give me a helper in due course.
And then he told me never to rush in life or take any shortcuts to climb the ladder of success and quoted one of my all-time favourite Bible verses which said “THE BLESSING OF THE LORD THAT BRINGS WEALTH TO MAN, AND HE ADDS NO TROUBLE TO (Proverbs 10:22).”
Furthermore, he warned me on the sugar mummy issue once again.
I left the village to Accra and the first person I called when I arrived was my boss at the accounting firm to inform her of my arrival.
Indeed, she was very happy for my return and recovery from the hands of the evil one. She told me the Board of Directors had met a week previously and that they wanted to give me a permanent job in the company plus a duplex and an SUV car for my official use.
My salary levels, she said, would blow my mind if she told me so I should think about the offer and get back to her at my own convenient time.
After the call my landlord invited me over to his room and told me my rent had expired and that he was increasing the price of the rent by 50% and he needed at least two more years rent.
If I couldn’t afford the new rent, he had given me three months to vacate my room so that someone with enough money would move in.
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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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