Diary of a college Girl…Diary Of A College Girl…
DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL:
WHEN EVIL LURKS
Final semester as a fresher.
Last semester had its challenges but by God’s grace, I made it through.
The vacation before the second semester of my first year started with a lot of tears. My dad passed on. He was involved in a plane crash while on his way to China to transact some business.
My world was shattered because, basically, my parents were all I had. My dad was my life; he was my hero. Coming from a poor home, he had single-handedly built up his empire. He was the co-founder and CEO of NanaK Agrochemical Services, top fertilizer company in Ghana.
His company was well sought after by many investors and had been the envy of many rivals. Being an only child, I had no one to share the shock or pain with. My mum was in a fevered world of her own. Her husband was gone. The love of her life.
She had promised to be with him till they were old and I once overheard a conversation where they were going back and forth about who should die first. Mum didn’t want to live without dad and dad didn’t want to live without mum either.
Finally, they had concluded on dying on the same day or a day after each other.
I was therefore scared when my father died as the nagging question kept troubling my mind…
Would mum follow within days?
I didn’t want to be orphaned. I had read stories of how rich children suddenly got orphaned and were maltreated and disfigured by envious family members.
No, I couldn’t let that happen to me so I was always with my mum hoping that my presence would keep her from harming herself. We barely talked to each other though; we only cried and at the end of the day I’d bring some granola bars and water and we’d chew silently.
This went on for a whole week. We mourned my dad greatly. Finally, my mum snapped out of her grief and called me. I remember the conversation like we had it yesterday. I saw a resolute look in her eyes like I had never seen before.
“Princess,” she began. “Do you know you’re a miracle?”
I just stared at her so she continued.
“When your dad and I got married, we struggled to have children. We visited many fertility centers, both herbal and orthodox, but to no avail. We had an artificial insemination done but the baby was aborted naturally. And we even tried using a surrogate mother but she miscarried”
I simply stared in disbelief as she continued.
“We had given up and resigned ourselves to donating our money to the less privileged. One day we met a young lady carrying a baby at her back begging for alms in traffic. She told us she only needed one cedi and fifty pesewas to buy a sachet of cerelac to feed the baby and go back to selling her pure water. She hadn’t made any sales all day and the baby was hungry.
We were touched, so we parked the car and spent some time talking to her. Her name was Mary. She told us of how she had been raped by a family friend who was very well to do and no one believed her, not even her parents. She had run away with her son to the city to seek greener pastures. Your father and I, after hearing her story, felt compassion for that girl.
We bought a store for her and gave her some money as capital. At the time, it was a great sacrifice and depleted our savings and even part of NanaK’s capital because we had just started the Company. The woman, on seeing everything we had done for her, brought olive oil and poured it on our feet.
She promised us that the God she served would never let our efforts be in vain. She also said that I would definitely hold my own child and NanaK would become a great company in Ghana and the world. We had kept our home address away from her for security purposes but however, I spoke to her on phone every day.
She called me at midnight every day to pray with me. One day as we were praying, she told me that on the day she met me, God had revealed to her that my womb had been tied by external family members who didn’t want me to get married.
She had wanted to approach me and earn my trust before telling me because she didn’t want to scare me. She wasn’t really a beggar, she was a single mother who had been raped but she did have a business to her name.
And she sincerely apologized and told me she had refunded all the money into our account. Finally, she said because of the love we showed her, she had been fasting for me for forty days and on the last day, she saw a shackle fall.
I was free. I would be a mother soon, then she ended the call. Her number became unreachable, then nonexistent. Your father and I tried everything we possibly could to find her but to no avail. Six months later, I took seed.
Throughout the pregnancy, everyone attested that I was glowing. Daddy’s business flourished and became established during those nine months and every form of acne or blemish on my body disappeared. You always tell me that I look prettier now that I’m older than in pictures of me in my youth. Well, it’s because of you.”
At this point I had to come in, but I didn’t know what to say, so I opened my mouth and shut it again. On seeing that I was speechless, she continued.
“Your father and I didn’t mean to be so overprotective. We shielded you from the evil things of this world because we knew you had a great destiny and we didn’t want you to take the wrong paths in life and go astray. Princess Cherie Nana Abokoma Agyapong, you are very special, you are a miracle, and I promise I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that I stand by your side for all the days left in my life.”
At that, the tears streamed down my face and she came and sat by me and held me.
After that revelation, things almost went back to normal.
My mother became a busy bee as she was my father’s next of kin. Being the biggest shareholder and the chairman of the board of directors at NanaK Agrochemicals, she had to be constantly learning and constantly be in meetings to take decisions.
Very soon, it was time for me to go back to school for the second semester.
My Name is Grace Klubi
An old student of Achimota School (Akora), currently studying Computer Science at Kwame Nkrumah University Of Science and Technology (KNUST).
I love to write and sing as hobbies. I enjoy writing, and I have a vivid imagination of what life could be like if it were perfect.
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