The Narrator’s Verses…
THE NARRATOR’S VERSES
THE CHARCOAL SELLER’S SON WEARS WHITE
I noticed something quite startling this dawn whilst my dear, beautiful, succulent, old wife was sleeping beside me… all the hairs on her something akolojant had become white!
Not grey, no, not grey but pure white!
There’s no black again, only white hairs!
But it was nice, really nice, you see. There’s something regal about white, I tell you, always a symbol of beauty and I like it, yes, I do!
Maybe, that is why I’m wearing a white shirt and reclining in my chair this evening with my Bible and a little pot of palmey! Hohohaaaa! You know palmey, right? For those of you who don’t know, palmey is an exquisite name for palm wine, yes.
Nothing like fresh palm wine on a Sunday evening whilst you’re reclining in your white shirt and reading the Bible. They say a little alcohol is good for the stomach, yes.
Anyway, anyway, anyway, there I go with my rambling again!
It is Sunday, and my sweet, buxom, wonderful wife is somewhere inside the house singing in her sweet voice and gyrating her old waist, hahahaaa! Some of her friends had visited her, you know, Women’s Fellowship members, filled with yatty-yatty bonshege news and gossip that I really didn’t care for!
Anyway, anyway, anyway, it has been quite a spell since you had some tales from me, right? Aha, but it has been through no fault of mine, no. It is the fault of all of you who prefer to ‘break atopa’ and ‘hump a fuck-screw’ instead of coming around to listen to good wisdom from my verses!
But I don’t blame you, no!
A good ‘atopa’ is always good… as long as you’re married, like my friends Comfort Antwiwaa Boateng, Louida Baaba Bondzie, and Maame Efua Baah. I know they like the atopa more than Sunday emo tuo, always breaking their insides like a knicker-knicker!
But those of you who are not married and you’re doing the ‘yes, yes, yes, it’s sweet, don’t stop, ahhhhh, aaaaash, hmmm, oooo, oooo,’ ayoo! Don’t change wai! You see how the world is turning upside down? You’ll be on top, or below, or even under the bed with your waist on the floor and your buttocks on the edge of the bed, and then Jesus will appear in the air, and that is where you will see your pinga!
Anyway, anyway, anyway!
My name is Adams Abdallah, the Narrator, and these are my verses!
Now, talking about white shirts reminds me of the charcoal seller’s son and that special white shirt he wore on a special day, oh yes!
Aha, quite interesting tale that one, yes.
Lemme me gist you on that.
I would have to rush it through, though, because my wife’s friends would go away soon, and then we would have a bit of dinner and retire to bed early. Tonight, I want to brush the something akolojant small, abi. How a oluman for do, huh? That white thatch was all sexy and sweet this morning! Ahh, well, I have done well, you know. All these many, many, years of marriage and I have only been eating my wife’s special food, no adulterous shit for me, no, no! Hahahaaaa! Married men, stay at home and eat your wife’s food! It brings blessings and would send you to heaven, all other things being equal!
Anyway, anyway, anyway!
Forgive my ramblings, okay?
Here, let me take a sip of the palmey!
Ahhhhh, so sweet, so sweet!
Aha, where was I?
Oh, yes, the charcoal seller’s son’s white shirt, yes!
That boy’s name was Kweku Anane, aha, a very handsome lad.
Not too tall or muscular, no, but medium built and really pleasant to look at.
The thing with Kweku Anane was, he was very quiet and soft-spoken, even when he was a child. His joys were mostly spending time with gadgets, you know, tinkling around, creating electronic things!
His father left his mother when Kweku Anane was just five years old.
Lemme give you a quick gist. See, his father came from the rich Atobrah family, right? His grandfather was the great Papa Atobrah, one of the wealthiest men in my town.
Well, his grandparents wanted their son, Kuuku Atobrah, to marry from a ‘respectable family’ as they termed it, but Kuuku met Aso Anane and fell in love with her. But, she was from a very poor background. This did not please Papa Atobrah, and so he refused to approve the marriage, and even disowned his son.
By and by, the pressure mounted on Kuuku Atobrah because he had always lived a rich, care-free life, and being cut off from his father’s money was too much to bear.
And then, Kweku was born. At first they named him Kweku Atobrah, but his grandparents were livid with disgust, and warned their son not to name the boy after the rich family name!
Sad, isn’t it?
Horrible, horrible, horrible!
So, they named him after his mother’s father, and he became Paa Kweku Anane!
And when he was five years old, his father could not bear the pressure anymore, and finally left. Kuuku went back to his father, and was accepted on the condition that he would have nothing to do with Aso Anane and her ‘evil’ child!
Kuuku finally married another woman from a family approved by his rich parents, and soon after had two children with his new wife, a boy and a girl!
So, Aso struggled in life to cope with her broken heart and raise her son.
She was a charcoal seller!
Paa Kweku helped his mother to sell whenever he could, and so he was always kinda smeared with charcoal and looking ‘black.’
There was a rich family that had a house near them, the Amankwa family!
There was a father, Kofi Amankwa, his wife Adwoa, his mother-in-law, Samira. They had two children, a girl named Ofeibea and a boy named Joojo.
As it turned out, Joojo and Paa Kweku became friends.
They were just boys in the neighbourhood, and had no understanding of the social divide. Joojo was always impressed with the fascinating things Paa Kweku was capable of.
Gradually, through Joojo, Paa Kweku became friends with Ofeibea.
See, Joojo and Ofeibea attended the International school, okay?
But, Aso could not afford that; she did not make enough money, and so her son attended the more affordable local District school, but that did not hinder their friendship.
Paa Kweku’s uniform was always faded, and his shorts patched, but hey, he was always glad to be in school even though the other children used to laugh at him.
But that’s life, yes, that’s life!
Now, let me jump forward and tell you about the incident that made me focus on this white shirt stuff!
It happened when Paa Kweku was ten years old.
Well, it happened on a Sunday.
Paa Kweku was helping his mother sell bagged charcoal after returning from church.
Joojo, whose favourite toy, a mechanical car, had been broken and stopped working, quickly came to Paa Kweku’s house to ask him if he could fix the car. Well, he was still wearing his white shirt, the one he had attended church with.
Paa Kweku was helping a bag of charcoal, but when he saw his friend, he went to meet him, and they embraced innocently, and then yes… Paa Kweku’s blackened hands smeared in that pristine white shirt!
Mrs. Adwoa Amankwa was by then searching for her son to eat lunch, and she came to the house of the poor Aso, and found Kweku’s black stain marks in Joojo’s white shirt!
That rich woman freaked out!
She gave Paa Kweku vicious slaps across the face and pushed him so hard that he fell on the ground and cracked the back of his head!
Now, Aso came out to find out why her son was crying, and saw him sitting on the floor with a cut in his head!
Adwoa rained insults of fire on this hapless woman, and warned her to keep her filthy, dirty, disease-filled son away from Joojo!
And so, what was the crime?
The poor boy had simply dirtied the white shirt of the rich boy with his charcoal-smeared hands!
The rich woman then dragged her son away, warning him never to step foot in that house again!
Aso knelt beside her weeping son, and as she brushed his tears away, she whispered some simple words to him:
“Don’t cry, my son. One day, you will also wear a white shirt!”
Simple words, yes, but really powerful words that sank into the boy’s heart, and became like a verse of empowerment to him through the rest of his life!
He stopped crying!
And he resolved that one day, yes, one day, the charcoal seller’s son will also wear a white shirt!
Are you feeling me?
That’s life, aha, that’s life for you!
So, all this while, Kuuku never helped his abandoned family in any way!
He was happy to be back in his father’s fold and enjoying life with his new family!
Aso continued to sell charcoal, living in uncompleted buildings, to support her son’s education!
Well, did I mention that Paa Kweku became friends with Ofeibea, Joojo’s sister?
Aha, yes, I think I did!
Ofeibea was very beautiful, her dark skin glittering like she had diamonds under her skin! Her best friend was called Ama. Well, Ama was fair, and so people began calling them ‘fanta and coke,’ heheheheeee!
So, Ofeibea was two years younger than Paa Kweku and the same age as Ama!
When they were kids, Ofeibea continued to play with Kweku, making sure to hide from her parents. Eventually, Ama also became Paa Kweku’s friend, you see.
Joojo became less and less friendly towards Paa Kweku as he grew up, you see, because he began to understand the social divide, yes, and made friends from the rich crowds.
His best friend soon became Sunsum Atobrah.
Sunsum was Paa Kweku’s cousin; his mother was Kuuku’s sister!
But, Sunsum had been taught that Paa Kweku was an illegal son, and was not accepted into the family.
Paa Kweku and Ofeibea became more and more aware of each other as they grew, and then, luckily, they ended up in the same secondary school!
Paa Kweku attended the local school, but his grades were better than all of them, yes, and was accepted into the same secondary school to pursue his education in science!
It was inevitable that Paa Kweku and Ofeibea fell in love, young love, yes, in secondary school! The poor boy simply adored Ofeibea! She was so beautiful and classy, Awurade Nyankopon!
His happiest moments were those spent with Ofeibea in school!
When they were on vacations, he would wait with bated breath for Ofeibea to slip from home and meet him secretly in the bush where they would spend about an hour just holding hands and being happy!
So, so, sweet!
Just like me and my baby girl!
We were so happy together as teenagers!
Thank God we stayed together and got married eventually!
Anyway, anyway, anyway!
Where was I?
Hmm, wait a sec, wait a sec!
Lemme sludge a little palmey… ahaaaaa!
Sweetest liquid… aaaashh!
Yes, sweet love in the trees!
That was where the two young lovebirds shared their first, sweet, innocent kiss… mwaaaaah!
That kiss seared through them, shattering their innocence, and made them aware of their budding attraction, and face the fact that yes, they were in love! Oh, they made a lot of promises to each other in those trees!
They carved heart-shapes on the backs of the trees with their names inserted!
They walked hand in hand, kissed, lay down on the grass, explored their bodies tentatively! Ahh, sweet, sweet, young love!
Love was sweet!
Ahhh, odo ye dewdeeedew atse!
Ama, Ofeibea’s best friend, was so happy for them.
Now, let me say that, as much as Ofeibea was so beautiful, Ama was much, much more glorious!
She grew to become such a flaming beauty, fair and incredibly appealing, with curves that would have woken up even a corpse!
But, hey, wait a second, wait a second!
There was an unhealthy rivalry brewing in that little group!
Oh, no, not between Ama and Ofeibea, no.
Rather, Joojo was so much in love with Ama, his sister’s best friend!
Sunsum was also so much in love with Ofeibea!
But, these two lovelies only loved to hang out with the poor boy, Paa Kweku!
Although Joojo kept asking his sister if it was her or Ama who was dating Paa Kweku, Ofeibea remained secretive!
Eventually, both Joojo and Sunsum grew to dislike Paa Kweku fiercely.
Not that the poor boy cared, no, he didn’t!
He was just happy to have the sweet love of Ofeibea, a girl he loved with all his heart!
But then, the agenda was set for calamity!
As they became more matured, Sunsum intensified his attentions on Ofeibea.
You see, the Atobrahs and Amankwas were friends, rich friends, with business interests. Their fortunes began to dwindle, and they had to take loans from a new company that had suddenly sprung up, a company called Orphan Inc.
This company was an internet sensation!
It had combined search engines, social platforms, game consoles and professional platform into one powerful website, and so many people and companies joined this Orphan Inc platform, and it became one of the wealthiest companies in the world.
Orphan Inc gave out loans to the Atobrah and Amankwa companies to make them stay afloat, but they decided it would be better if their two companies merged to become a powerful mover!
So, both families approved of a relationship between Ofeibea and Sunsum!
But this girl was so much in love with poor Paa Kweku!
And yet, the pressure from the families was great!
Her family chastised her constantly to leave Paa Kweku and be with Sunsum, who had grown up to become a nice, handsome man too. Sunsum took Ofeibea to lunches and dinners, showing her the money, the affluence, and the incredible circle he moved in!
Ofeibea became more and more interested in the flash of wealth, the life of the affluent, and slowly began to distance herself from Paa Kweku.
Ama tried to warn her, telling her best friend that Paa Kweku was poor, yes, but his heart was filled with divine love for her!
Ofeibea was torn, in a way!
She loved Paa Kweku very much, but she was also attracted to the money, to the power, to the respect of moving in the circles of the rich! Paa Kweku was now a university graduate, just like them, and was going to have his national service soon.
How long would it take for him to give her this sweet life?
And then, on her twentieth birthday, Sunsum bought an incredible Lexus four runner for her! It was a beauty! It was everything she had ever wished to possess!
Ah, what a beauty, what a class!
And it finally dawned on Ofeibea that love was not everything!
Real life, real power, real joy, came from money… or so she thought!
And so, finally, she broke Paa Kweku’s heart totally!
She agreed to marry Sunsum!
Paa Kweku cried!
He went to see Ofeibea’s family and begged them to allow him to marry her!
Ofeibea’s mother and grandmother rained the most horrible insults on him and pushed him out of their house!
Frantic and heartbroken, Paa Kweku finally sought out the help of his father and grandfather to prevent his cousin, Sunsum, from taking his love, his woman, the only woman that mattered to him!
Again, he was insulted and thrown out.
Kuuku, who had seen how handsome and mature his son had become, was a little bit sorry and pained by how his family treated Paa Kweku, but he was too scared of his own father to stand up for his son!
And so, Paa Kweku was all alone!
Joojo, who now knew that Paa Kweku was in love with Ofeibea, now tried to woo Ama, offering her the promise of money too.
But, although Ama’s parents were not particularly rich, and she needed the money too, she did not agree to Joojo’s proposals because, simply, she did not love him.
She was not the kind of girl to be influenced by the allure of money as her best friend had done!
She was so broken up by the way Ofeibea had treated Paa Kweku!
Ama had a bitter fight with her best friend, telling her how wicked she was to break the heart of a poor angel like Paa Kweku simply because of a car and the promise of wealth!
Ofeibea told Ama that her parents’ money was almost gone, and now they depended on Orphan Inc loans to survive! She could simply not see herself living the life of a poor wife if she married Paa Kweku!
Life is always like that!
And so, poor Aso saw her only son heartbroken just as she had been heartbroken!
Paa Kweku could not eat, he could not sleep, and he could not even go to work!
He was a teaching assistant at the university as part of his national service programme.
But he could not do anything!
He was tortured.
And he simply wanted to die!
But, through it all, his mother stood by his side!
And yes, Ama offered a shoulder of friendship!
She was appalled at what her friend had done, and so she stayed beside Paa Kweku, keeping him company and encouraging him to live on, to hang on to hope that Ofeibea would come to her senses soon and return to him!
Look at the time!
Oh, there goes the visitors too!
Hmm, sorry, my friends!
I have to turn in now… heheheeee!
I have to rub that white place tonight, oh yes, it is very necessary even though we’re old! It is always fun, and the love, she loves those moments too, oh yes, we have done well!
I thank God she was never swayed by the power of money, and she stayed with me!
Anyway, anyway, anyway!
I have to turn in now!
Ha, don’t worry!
Come back again, and I will conclude the whole saga about the happenings between Ofeibea and Paa Kweku.
We will see if, indeed, one day the charcoal seller’s son will also wear a white shirt!
Ah, my name is Adams Abdallah!
And you’ve just heard one of my narrator’s verses!
Time for some jiggy-jiggy-jiggy!
The night will be sweet!
Oluman and abrewa ho ye omo deedeedew!
Bayi-bayi till next time!
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