The Spawn…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE SECOND SIGHT 3

THE SPAWN

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EPISODE 18

Boat moved away from them with the phone still pressed to his ear and surreptitiously raised a hand and wiped his face.

“Yaw, you still there?” Nicole asked quaveringly.

“I’m here, Nic,” he responded despondently. “I’m right here. Are you in Portville?”

He could hear her trying to stifle her tears, her pain so palpable that he could feel it poignantly.

“No, Yaw, I transferred to our Accra office,” she said painfully. “To be near you, to find you, to wait for you.”

“Nic!” he said passionately.

“Stop it, Yaw,” she whispered fiercely. “I can’t move on because I will not move on! Do you hear me, Yaw Boat? There will never be another, never ever. It is you, and will be you till my final breath!”

“Nic, please, don’t,” he said unsteadily as his strength waned and the need to be with her kicked into his guts so fiercely it took his breath away. “Whatever I did, or didn’t do, was because of my love for you!”

“I just woke up at two o’clock in the morning with crows around my bed, wriggling snakes on my bed and a naked baby with teeth and green eyes came out of my bathroom holding my undie!”

Yaw Boat’s blood ran cold and he gasped with sudden fear.

“Oh, God!” he whispered, totally flummoxed.

“Yes, Yaw, my love!” she whispered and began weeping again. “I could have died, Yaw, and that would have been the end of me! So, tell me, is it worth it to you to punish me this much simply because I love you? Is it my sin to love you, Yaw Boat?”

“Nic…”

“Don’t ‘Nic’ me, Yaw!” she cried, heartbroken. “I didn’t ask to fall in love with you, Yaw. It happened, and you love me too, I know you do! And yet, you chose to break my heart by running away like a shadow with no forwarding address or contact number! For a year I’ve wasted away! Each waking day was a nightmare, a pain I had to live through each day over and over again! If you don’t stop it, you’ll kill me!”

“Why the demonic attack, Nic?” he whispered tremulously. “Were you hurt? This baby…who’s he? What is going on, Nic?”

“I don’t know, Yaw, my love!” she whispered weakly. “Maybe you’ll find out after my death! And then you will avenge me too!”

“I’m five hours from Accra,” he said softly. “I’ll see you today.”

She gasped then, and it was the only time she stopped weeping.

“Yaw?” her voice was strained, as if she had stopped breathing.

“Today, Nic,” he said finally with a great sigh. “I miss you. I miss you bad.”

“I’m…taking the day off,” she whispered. “Should I send…my GPS location?”

“I’ll find you, my sweet love,” he said softly. “I’ll always find you.”

“Oh, Yaw,” she whispered, and her voice ended on a sob. “I love you. I love you so much…and I can’t breathe till you get here. Hurry, my love, please.”

Yaw Boat smiled and sighed greatly.

“Damn you, Nic,” he whispered tragically. “You’re in my blood, and I love you so!”

She laughed softly then and cut the call, obviously in a rush.

Yaw Boat walked back to the cars and wordlessly handed over the phone to Paul Anderson who was looking at him quizzically, but Yaw Boat said nothing.

Yaw Boat sat in the first car beside Esi in the backseat. Pastor Anderson drove with old Nana Amoah in the passenger seat. The two foreigners followed in the second car.

Esi was tossing her head restlessly and making pained noises. Yaw Boat put his right palm across her forehead and spoke softly.

“Whatever nightmares of evil were put in your mind, have peace, in Jesus’ name.”

Esi stopped moaning immediately and instead fell into a peaceful sleep.

“And what did you get from running away, boy?” Nana Amoah said suddenly. “You only succeeded in giving yourself pain, and hurting poor Nicole too. I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen! And now, after a year, you want to see her again. Fool!”

“Shut up already, old man,” Yaw Boat said softly.

“Fucking fool,” the old pastor said and Pastor Paul Anderson burst into uncontrollable giggles that soon turned into a full-throated laughter.

Yaw Boat chuckled and leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

…Nicole, my love, Nicole…how I love you, how I miss you…

***

Esi woke up when they got to the hotel.

Whilst the four men of God went to the hotel lounge to wait for Boat, he entered the room with Esi and told her to get dressed. She took her clothes to the bathroom and took a long shower. And then she came looking freshened up but extremely unhappy.

Yaw Boat was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest and she walked up to him, reached up, held his hands and pulled them off his chest, and then she linked her arms around his waist and pressed herself to him, putting her cheek on his chest.

She began to tremble as silent tears racked her body.

“I’m so sorry, Yaw,” she whispered quaveringly. “Please, I beg of you, find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Esi,” he said softly. “I’m just a man. You have to make your ways right with the Lord.”

She nodded and then sighed with relief as he put his arms around her and rubbed her back reassuringly.

“I’ve put you in danger, haven’t I?” she whispered.

“No, you haven’t,” he replied. “Bible says somewhere God ain’t gonna test me beyond my endurance, and that His grace is always sufficient for me, so I just live by that principle. Anything I go through, I can go through because He got my back.”

“Oh, yeah,” Esi said with a chuckle. “You know where those verses can be found in the Bible?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Boat said, and smiled when Esi suddenly began to laugh against his chest with real mirth. “I know they’re in there somewhere.”

“Second Corinthians chapter twelve, verse nineteen,” Esi murmured against his chest. “Quote, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness…therefore, I will boast of all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me, unquote.”

He chuckled.

“Ah, nice one,” he said softly. “But I prefer the other versions.”

She lifted her head, leaned back, and looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face.

“Which version, Yaw?”

He shrugged.

“I mean the King James version of English, you know, like there hath no temptation taken hold of you but such as is common to man, but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able, with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”

She nodded wistfully.

“First Corinthians chapter ten verse thirteen,” she murmured. “Oh, Yaw.”

She sighed tremulously, took a step back, and brushed tears from her cheeks with her hand.

“This is goodbye, isn’t it, Yaw?” she asked in an unsteady voice.

“I’ll see you again, Esi.”

Tears came to her eyes again.

“But as friends, isn’t it, Yaw?” she persisted in a lost little voice.

He nodded.

“As friends, Esi, very good friends,” he said gently. “I love her.”

She nodded painfully and rubbed his cheek tenderly.

“She deserves it more than any other, I guess,” she whispered. “And yes, I’m jealous of her. But I guess I have to accept it.”

“You don’t necessarily have to,” he said. “If you want, I can use the power God has given me to take the pain away, and make you see me as nothing more than a friend.”

She shook her head violently, and tears flew in both directions.

“No, Yaw, don’t,” she said. “I want to go through it, to know I did fall in love hopelessly once and experienced the magic of last night with you. But I do wish you all the best. Maybe, someday, when I get over you, I’ll name my son after you…that is, if I eventually get married.”

“Nothing will make me prouder,” he said with a sigh.

She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth for a moment, and then she sighed tremulously.

“I guess I’ll be on my way then, Yaw,” she said. “Those men are waiting for you.”

“Yeah, but let me accompany you,” he said and picked up his car keys from the table. “You can drive, can’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I have a valid licence too,” she said promptly. “Why?”

“Want you to hold on to my car for me until I get back,” he said with a smile, and then laughed when her face split up with indescribable joy and excitement.

“Your car?” she squealed. “Your Escalade?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, daaaaaaamn!” she squealed and put her arms around him and gave him a really fierce hug, and then she looked into his eyes. “You don’t believe in goodbye kisses, do you?”

“I do,” he said gently. “But not with you, at a time like this, with a bed nearby. You’re too irresistible, Esi.”

Once again, she tucked her lips between her teeth and regarded him, and tears came into her eyes again.

“Oh, Yaw,” she whispered. “You’re such a gorgeous, lovely and wonderful man. I’ll love you till eternity, I will.”

“You’ll be fine, Esi,” he said gently. “God took away your nightmares which Duke Swallows gave you. And you’re going to be blessed. Have a wonderful life.”

She nodded and then put her arms around his neck and held him tight for a long time. He then escorted her to the car and when she sat behind the wheel, she took her bag and rummaged in there for a while, and then took out a huge leather-bound black Bible.

“My most valuable treasure, Yaw,” she whispered. “King James Version of the Bible. I want you to have it…along with my heart.”

Boat nodded and took the Bible from her.

“Thank you, Esi,” he said softly. “I do appreciate that.”

He took a white envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Wanted to give you that before leaving,” he said.

“A letter?” she asked softly.

“A cheque,” he said. “A present.”

She nodded quaveringly and looked down at him with tears bubbling in her eyes.

“God’s guidance, my love, till I see you again,” she said.

“God’s guidance, Esi.”

He turned away then, but after a few paces he heard her voice behind him.

“Yaw, wait, please!”

He turned.

She was running towards him hard, and then she threw her arms around his neck, drew his head down, and kissed him desperately, her tongue pushing into his lips and exploring hungrily as her tears mingled with the taste of her.

And then she let him go, turned, and ran back to the car without a backward glance. Boat stood where she had left him until the car was out of sight, and then he sighed hard and turned away.

When he entered the lounge of the hotel, old Nana Amoah looked up at him and shook his head sadly.

“See, a foolish Unblind…a stupid, foolish Unblind who can never say no to a voluptuous thigh!” he said with disgust. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still alive! If it had been some of us death would have found us long ago!”

The others laughed as Yaw Boat dropped down into the settee beside Nana Amoah.

“I missed you too, old man,” he said gently and sighed. “Now, what is it you wanted to see me about?”

“You fool,” Nana Amoah said and whacked Yaw Boat suddenly across the shins with his stick. “You’re a new creation in Christ…a new creation! Change, damn it, change!”

“What’s wrong with you?” Boat asked indignantly as he rubbed his shins. “Devil entered you, old man? Damn it, you have a demon inside you for sure!”

And then both of them started laughing at the same time, and the old man reached out and fondly rubbed the young Unblind’s head.

“I missed you, son,” he said with a nod. “Indeed, I did.”

Yaw Boat was still rubbing his shin, and he looked at the old seer with emotion.

“To think of it, why do you use that walking-stick anyway?” he asked quietly, and Pastor Amoah looked at him as if he was out of his mind.

“Because I’m almost a hundred years old, son,” he said softly. “In case you failed to notice, I’m a very, very, old man.”

“Still doesn’t mean you should walk with a walking stick,” Boat said. “Bible says that man, what was his name, that Methu man, lived for how long? A thousand years?”

“Methuselah lived nine hundred and sixty-nine years old,” Paul Anderson said softly. “And what has that got to do with him?”

“He lived that long without walking-stick and you, at eighty or ninety years, can’t walk without a stick?” Yaw Boat asked and suddenly leaned forward and yanked the walking stick from Nana Amoah’s hand.

“Give it back, Yaw!” Nana Amoah said sharply, his eyes filled with apprehension. “Don’t bring your thing on me! I’m old, and I need a walking-stick!”

“Faith, old man!” Yaw Boat said and threw the walking-stick across the room.

“Don’t be stupid, Yaw!” Nana Amoah cried desperately. “Faith doesn’t work that way! I have to believe in it to work!”

“If I believe you can walk by the power God has given me, then you don’t have anything to do with that because I can tell a mountain to move into the sea and it would, just as I can tell you to get up and walk in the name of Jesus, and you will walk, because when we ask for anything in the name of Jesus and believe we have it, by jove we’re gonna have it, goddamn it!”

He suddenly put his palm behind old Nana Amoah’s back and gave him a great shove out of the chair!

Paul Anderson screamed with horror, and so did the two white men. Pastor Nana Amoah was screaming, sure that his bones would be broken when he landed…but he came down hard on his two legs, and he did not feel any pain.

Arthritis had rendered his bones brittle and his limbs knobby, but when he landed on his feet, he felt no pain in his body, and when he turned and began to walk toward Yaw Boat, he walked with the gait and strength of young age.

He had never felt so strong in his life, he who had lived with physical body pains for many years.

Yaw Boat was smiling wolfishly now as he looked at the old man.

“See, got rid of your fucking demons!”

“Aye, aye, you did, sonny,” old Nana Amoah said with tears in his eyes. “You sure did.”

“You blaspheming now, old man,” Yaw said softly. “I didn’t do shit. God did.”

And the other men just stared at him.

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