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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
DARK LIGHT
A ChrisEffe Bliss
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EPISODE 34
[passster password=”etwekum”]The tall man was in agony.
Every step he took away from that hospital was unbearable.
He craved her!
It was as simple as that. His body and soul needed her. He wanted her back in the cabin, just the two of them, cut off from the horrors of the world. He missed her so much it had become almost like a physical pain tearing every nerve-end loose!
That incredible silky smoothness of her skin, that incredible smile, her voice, her laughter, her teasing antics! She had simply breezed into his iron-clad heart and turned his carefully-cultivated defences to shreds!
His nights would be lonelier now because he was going to miss the feel of her body against him, the curve of her hips as his hands played across them gently in his sleep, the feel of her breasts as they slept in the spoon position!
Dear Lord, how the hell had this happened?
This was the last thing he needed!
He did not deserve happiness, or love, or joys, no, not after killing Ohenewaa!
Ohenewaa, his princess, his dear lovely princess!
Not after killing Baaba Brookes, his crazy love!
The man moved with his head bent because every inclination in him screamed that he should turn around and go back to that angel in the hospital, that angel whose eyes would open and she would not see him!
He had promised her he would be the first person she would see when she opened her eyes!
And he had broken that promise, another promise!
Daddy, I’m not afraid because you’ll always protect me…
Yes, my flower, I’ll always protect you, that I promise!
And yet, he had broken that promise, and watched her burn, burn, burn!
The man stopped, whirled around and crashed a fist into the wall of a building he was passing!
The late afternoon people milling around watched him with surprise, and they gave him a wide berth, quite scared by his expression!
He heard the rainstorm and saw the whirling mists, the crashing thunder, the blinding lightning!
Slow down, Eden, please…
Baaba’s words from the back as her hand touched his neck and fondled him, her voice filled with fear but striving to be calm and brave.
Eden, please, relax, don’t let this tear us apart, I beg of you! I hurt you, I know, but please, forgive me, for the sake of Ohenewaa, forgive me…
And she was weeping now as the sharp curve on the mountain came in sight, and she saw that he was driving too fast to take that curve, and then finally her voice had come, bold and true, calm and sure…
I’ll always love you, Eden! Just remember that. Always!
The car veering off the road sharply and striking the tree!
His body being thrown out of the open door to crash hard on the ground, his brain numbed as he rolled down the incline, aware that they were trapped in the backseat, Baaba and Ohenewaa!
He had to save them!
But he was drunk, Lord!
And high on marijuana!
Daddy, I’m not afraid…you’ll always protect me…
Daddy, Daddy, help me, help me!
Ohenewaa!
Babs!
He had to get off the floor, he had to save them, and he’s running blindly through the night, shouting, screaming, in agony!
Hold on, my darlings, I’m coming, I’m coming…
And there was the car, and it was going over the edge, oh Lord!
Is that Ohenewaa face pressed in the window, screaming and crying in agony?
Daddy, Daddy, help me, help me, please help me!
I’ll always love you, Eden! Just remember that. Always!
The car was inching off the road, veering towards the sheer drop now…
Noooooo!
The car plunged over the side of the mountain, and he was running and screaming, weeping, hoarse, oh Lord!
And there he was, looking over the side…and he could see their faces pressed against the back windscreen…then the car burst into flames…burning, burning, burning!
He had killed them!
He promised them, but he murdered them…oh, Lord, oh sweet, dear Lord!
There was no doubt about it, he was a monster, a damn, useless monster!
He did not deserve happiness, and he did not deserve to live!
The huge man leaned his forehead against the building, and he was breathing hard and fast, his hands shaking terribly, sweat pouring down his body.
No, Effe, I can’t keep my promise to you.
You don’t deserve a monster like me, my love, my Angelface!
Live free.
Live bliss.
Find love, find meaning, find sanity.
My life is messed up, fucked up, filled with insanity and a quagmire of rot, and in the end, no matter how good your intentions, no matter how deep your love…I’ll destroy you, like I destroyed them…
He began to jog, and then he trotted, and then he broke into a fast run, fleeing from her, trying to outrun love and sanity, trying to burn the heaven behind him and crave the hellish abomination in front of him, the insanity that had kept him company for eternity!
He took turns and alleys blindly, moving away, forgetting her, archiving the sweetness of her, the alluring smell that was a constant with her, the joys of her thighs gripping him, her tears of pleasure as they delved into each other, kissed, loved, and above all, lived!
Yes, for a fraction of time, for a small slice of a beat of time, he lived!
He found sanity, and he found happiness! There was laughter, Lord! She made him laugh, and her touch was a balm that calmed the raging demons in him. Her hands on his face, indelibly etched on his face! He would feel those wonder fingers tracing his face, cooling him, loving him…
At this moment, I would give everything to see your face, to see your smile, to see you laugh…Eden!
Get out of my head, Effe!
Don’t let my hell zone broaden!
Oh, Effe, Effe, Effe!
Why the hell did I have to know you, to live you, to breathe you?
He stopped running when he burst into the busy central hub of Bolgatanga, and the first thing he saw was the newsstand, and the heading of one of them:
MAN DIES MYSTERIOUSLY AT AIRPORT
Instinctively he drew closer and looked.
Clear, coloured photo of a huge man on the ground foaming at the mouth!
George!
The Bear!
Chris Bawa took the paper and ripped it off.
“Hey, massa, you pay, you pay!” the vendor screamed and came around the small stall.
Chris was breathing hard, his eyes fevered, still not out of the cocoon of his hellish misery. He glared at the vendor and almost smashed a fist into his face. Unconsciously, his hand went to the money belt around his waist and unzipped it. It was filled with a huge bunch of crisp fifty-cedi notes. He pulled one out and flung it at the stunned vendor.
He moved away, and the vendor picked the note from the floor and looked at it, absolutely flummoxed because the man did not even wait for his change.
“Mahaukaci!” he muttered with wonder, and tucked the money with happiness into his pocket.
But others had noticed the great amount of money in the pouch around Chris Bawa’s waist, and one of them was a huge, mean-looking cab driver called Hassan. He followed Chris Bawa, and he gestured urgently to some men lurking around.
These men were huge and muscled, and they moved towards a group of motorcycles.
Chris Bawa’s frenzied eyes scanned the newspaper.
George had been killed at the airport lounge.
Chris read, and then he flung the newspaper away and his teeth gritted.
Of course, there was no doubt about it; professional assassins!
Wailer had set his assassins on George to eliminate a perceived threat.
Why?
Had George decided to leave Wailer’s cartel?
It made sense, in a way. George had been a criminal, but a fair one, and a sensible one. Maybe, meeting Chris again had made him change his mind. Of course, Chris had spared George’s life because he remembered the night George saved him from Wailer’s gun!
Chris Eden Bawa grinned evilly.
This was war!
They had touched George, but that was not even a close reason.
The main reason was that they had dared touch Effe. Wailer was still doing it!
Well, if he could not have Effe, if he could not have sanity, then Wailer was also not going to have sanity! This was it, finally. He should have done this many years ago!
Warzone!
“Massa, you wan taxi?” a voice asked.
Chris looked up.
A huge, muscled man was grinning at him from inside a taxi that had just got to his side.
Chris opened the back door of the taxi and got in.
“Take me to Barina,” he said curtly. “I’ll get down at the first forest junction.”
“Yessah, massa!” the driver said with a smile and nodded his head profusely. “My name is Hassan. Me is good driver. I get you Barina quick-quick!”
The taxi moved through the throng of bodies, and Chris Bawa leaned back and shut his eyes. The driver’s face became cold as he looked at Chris in the driving-mirror.
An hour later, they had left the capital and were on a remote, untarred road towards Barina. Soon, eight motorcycles appeared behind the taxi and speeded up.
Four of them passed the taxi and slowed down, and four of them remained behind the taxi. Chris Bawa opened his eyes when the taxi came to a stop. He saw four huge men on motorcycles in front of them, and they were holding axes and sharp machetes.
He looked behind and saw four more, also armed with cutlasses, axes and machetes.
The huge driver turned in his seat. His face was cold and wicked as he pointed a wicked-looking serrated knife at Chris Bawa.
“Hand over your money-pouch and get out of the car,” he said nastily.
Chris’ savage eyes glared at the man.
“Are you their leader?” he asked softly.
“I am,” Hassan said proudly with a wicked smile. “Now the money, or I slit your throat.”
He had dropped the bad accent, and spoke with an educated inflection now.
“Do you have guns?” Chris asked softly.
“What?” Hassan asked in confusion.
Chris nodded.
“Yes,” he said softly. “Guns. I see only four machetes, three cutlasses, and two knives, including yours. That’s not enough against me. You should have about two or three guns.”
“You fuck!” Hassan said furiously. “You want me to cut off your head like a chicken?”
“The likes of you can’t cut off my head,” Chris said softly. “I hope you will take my advice. I’m having a really bad day, dude. Just tell your guys to go away, and continue driving. If you don’t, I’ll fuck you up really badly.”
“You stupid fuck!” Hassan screamed and stabbed towards Chris throat with the knife.
Chris Bawa shifted his head, and the knife passed harmlessly over his shoulder, and then his hand moved with such speed that Hassan barely saw him moving. The blow smashed into the driver’s face, and broke his nose and four teeth in his mouth!
Chris grabbed the man’s hand, pulled, and smashed a fist into the joint, breaking it at the elbow. Hassan screamed in agony as the knife fell from his hand. Chris grabbed his head and smashed it with brute force into the frame of the door, opening a nasty cut in the man’s scalp.
Chris opened the door and got out.
Slowly, he opened the driver’s door, and Hassan’s bleeding, limp body spilled halfway out, and then with deliberate cruelty Chris Bawa swung the door again, hitting the driver’s body violently.
The stunned motorcycle riders shouted with mixed emotions. They quickly dismounted and rushed at Chris, screaming and waving their weapons. The first to reach Chris was holding an axe, and he tried to bring it down to cleave Chris’ head.
Chris spun, caught the man’s arm, and rammed him head-first into the taxi, and then he wrenched the man’s axe free and smashed the blunt side of the axe into the man’s arm, breaking the bone.
The thug screamed in agony and collapsed.
Another one with a machete was aiming for Chris’ neck, but Chris ducked, and the blow swished past, and then he swung the axe in his hand and buried it into the man’s thigh.
He screamed and fell, holding his thigh as blood spurted in thick arcs.
Chris Bawa spun off his feet, spinning in a deadly turning kick and smashed into the head of one man with a cutlass. The man crashed to the ground and Chris landed with the full force of his weight on the man’s chest, and then he lifted a foot and crashed his heavy boot into the man’s shoulder, dislocating it.
As Chris stepped off the man’s body, and four of the robbers were now rendered immobile and in agony on the floor. The remaining five paused suddenly in their mad rush and looked at this seemingly old-faced man so brutally dealing with them.
They saw the coldness on Chris’ face, and suddenly, they looked uneasy.
One of them rushed at Chris from behind with his cutlass raised. With the swiftness of a panther Chris turned, stepped into the man’s upraised arm and delivered a haymaker that almost tore off the man’s head. The man collapsed like a doll with blood oozing out his nose, and Chris calmly wrenched the man’s cutlass out of his hand and hefted it.
He stepped back and lifted the cutlass.
“Come,” he told the petrified robbers standing.
The one holding the short knife took a step back, and Chris threw the cutlass. It turned over once in the air and then buried into the man’s thigh, going in deeply. As the man screamed, two of his colleagues turned around and fled for their motorcycles.
The man that was left was the biggest of them all. He was wearing a black singlet, black shorts, and heavy boots.
He pointed his machete at Chris Bawa.
“Me, I eat medicine, danduruwaa, and nothing fit break my skin, wanlahi!”
“Okay,” Chris said calmly.
“Me, I cut off head, wanlahi!” he said with wild eyes.
“Okay,” Chris repeated.
He screamed and charged.
Chris Bawa crashed a boot into the man’s testicles savagely.
He groaned and crashed on one of his knees, and stared at Chris Bawa with horror on his face.
“Your testicles didn’t eat medicine?” Chris asked calmly, lifted his boot, and crashed it on the man’s hand which was resting on the ground, and he ground his heel into it, mangling the man’s fingers.
The thug screamed with horror and got to his feet and tried desperately to flee.
Chris kicked him in the balls again from behind, and he crashed solidly to the ground. Chris Bawa kicked the man’s head, and he remained still.
Nonchalantly, Chris Bawa walked to the parked motorcycles and mounted one.
He was calmer now, and grateful for the exercise.
He started up the motorcycle, and then he rode away.
***
Eyram walked forward and stopped very near to Rupert.
Rick walked past them and opened the door to Jonathan’s ward and went inside.
Eyram and Rupert were left on the corridor. Eyram wiped a tear that dripped down her cheek and looked unblinkingly at Rupert.
“You’re a great man, Rupe,” she said softly, and her lips trembled. “And you have a great analytical mind. Now, a girl has known a man for several years, and they almost get married. He walks off, breaking her heart, leaving her in an emotional mess. Three years later, she meets a man, a wonderful man who is a rolling stone, and they have been together for less than a month. On their first wonderful date, the man in her past shows up. Tell me, would such a girl behave rationally?”
“No, she wouldn’t,” Rupert said softly. “I’m not blaming you, Ram. I’m not even judging you. Your behaviour was normal, to an extent.”
She nodded.
“To an extent, yes,” she whispered softly. “He took me home. His parents, who rejected me years ago, are now supporting us. He proposed, suggested a surrogate mom or adoption. Evidently, he still loves me. And they’re rich, you know.”
Rupert nodded painfully and felt horrible pain lancing through his heart.
“And I won’t blame you for taking him back, and trying to make it work a second time,” he forced himself to say. “Second chances are good, for the right reasons, and for the right people.”
“Exactly, the right reasons and right people,” she said, her lips trembling.
“Then I guess I have to congratulate you,” Rupert said, and now his pain was in his eyes too, and he was horrified as he thought he was going to cry. “I wish you happiness, Ram, I really do.”
She shook her head, and her tears fell freely now.
“But Allan isn’t the right reason, or the right person, Rupe,” she said painfully. “I’m the right reason, and the right person to receive a second chance from you.”
He almost gasped.
“What are talking about, Ram?” he asked softly.
“Oh, Rupe!” she said earnestly. “I was a fool, and I behaved so badly, but I was confused. I turned him down, Rupe. Suddenly, he wasn’t what I wanted, or needed. Suddenly, you’re the one I love so much! I know your work is shady, and you move around, and you won’t even stay in Ghana. But I don’t really care anymore, Rupe. If you would love me, and give me a second chance, I promise I’ll follow you to the ends of the world.”
“Shut up, Ram,” he said tremulously as his heart beat with sudden exhilaration, and life began to glow beautifully right in front of his eyes.
“Please, I’m not too proud to beg you to take me back!” she whispered. “I’m not your perfect virgin. I was raped and ravaged by an uncle, and I cannot give you children, Rupe. But, if you still want this girl, what I promise you is my heart. It will never stray from loving you!”
With a grunt of love and an aching heart his arm came out and grabbed her around the waist.
“Wait, wait, Rupe!” she cried earnestly.
“No more talking, Ram!” he groaned desperately. “I loved you the second I set eyes on you, damn it! I love you, Ram! Look, I informed my office that I will set up a permanent African bureau right here in Takoradi, and be the head. My boss was furious, of course. Wants me to still be the head of the international scene, but I have given enough of my life to fighting crime. Now I just want to be with you, so I’m not going anywhere again if you will have me, Ram. and I will even learn to pronounce your name well, Eyram!”
Her whole face blossomed and trembled, and her tears made her face a treasure to watch.
“He kissed me, Rupe,” she murmured softly. “And he kissed my nipple, and even touched me down there, but I was not wet, I swear. And I promise you that is the last time any man is going to touch me. I’m yours forever now, only you.”
He chuckled.
“You’re crazy, Eyram,” Rupert said.
She threw her arms around his neck, and their kiss was fierce, and filled with love. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her high, and then spun her around in the narrow corridor.
Her foot hit the wall, and they tumbled hard on the floor, and their heads collided painfully.
They laughed and rubbed their heads as they lay on the floor.
“And kids, Rupe?” she whispered.
He shrugged.
“Right now, I want only you, Ram,” he said gently. “But, if we should crave for children, I believe there are enough children in the world who don’t have families. It would be my pleasure to take as many as possible and make them our children.”
“Oh, Rupe!” she whispered tenderly.
She climbed on top of him and kissed him sweetly.
Then she looked down at him.
“I have the ring,” she murmured.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said gently. “I won’t propose now. When your sister comes back, I want to take you somewhere very nice and propose.”
She smiled down at him with tears in her eyes.
Tears of bliss and happiness.
“I love you so much, Rupe,” she whispered. “And that thing poking into my stomach, tell him he can come with me and enter if he wants.”
“You’re crazy!” Rupert said and laughed happily. “No, Ram. I won’t treat you like another lover, or another girlfriend. We should start right, and get it right. Let’s make love on our honeymoon. I can wait.”
“Oh,” she whispered tenderly. “You’re not human, Rupert Henderson! Your love is weird, and precious!”
When they kissed again, still lying on the floor, it was slow and gentle…and wonderful.
***
Doctor Ray Annan slowly stepped back with the bandage in his hands.
“Alright, Effe, try to open your eyes now,” he said gently. “Slowly.”
Effe’s beautiful face was filled with sadness as she slowly opened her eyes.
They waited anxiously.
Ray, Anifat and her parents.
They looked at her with bated breaths as Effe sat on the bed with her lips tucked between her teeth.
Slowly, she turned her head.
“You must be Doctor Anifat,” she said softly. “Can I have Eden’s letter now? I want to read it.”
And the people who were watching her screamed loudly with relief!
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[…] February 10, 2020 Posted by Aaron Ansah-Agyeman Dark Light No Comments Previous Episode […]
I think Popo knew the men will come after him, so I guess he was ready for them. I like the way he beat them mmon, heheheeeeeee
Did Popo leave b’cos he didn’t want pipos to see his real face?. This cld be a factor ooo, though it’s still not fresh!.
So what msg. did Popo leave for Effe?. That she shd carry on with her life…without him?. After tasting her Adam’s apple?
Did Popo leave Effe at the hospital ‘cos he wants to go for Wailer and his men?.
Eyram dey chop the love some wae…she’s also a person abi?. Hehe
Now that Popo is already feeling Effe’s absence, what’s he waiting for huh?
Jon too dey tire ooo, heheheeeeeee
Now that Effe is seeing again, Popo will smell pepper for disappointing her, hehe
Rupert has been such a gentleman with Eyram, and that’s good for both of them moving fwd.
Effe has been bolder than Popo to conquer her phobia
It’s cuul that Effe is seeing again, ba Popo spoil everything!.
Effe deserves to see Popo’s face paaaaa, so I don’t understand why Popo is behaving like he’s afraid of Effe.
Why promise a lady, if u know u can’t keep the promise?.
I keep saying that, Uncle Popo is a coward!.
She sees!
Wow….today’s episode is bae.
Eden will be back
Chris in action movie.
How can Eyram and Rupert be doing lovi lovi on the floor of the hospital. These people have no shame kraaaaa.
Effe is very well by now and we thank God for that.
Chris is a dangerous man to cross…and has declared was on Wailer 😃