The Truck Driver
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE TRUCK DRIVER
Later in the evening, two motorbikes bearing the furious Adiza and her ‘brothers’ zoomed onto the road across Okutey Spot at exactly 7:30 p.m. All four of them were wearing jeans and T-Shirts and whilst Adiza waited at the table, the rest hung around waiting for the arrival of the unsuspecting Kweku Hima.
Meanwhile, Koo was still on the hospital bed, fixed with an intravenous infusion and according to the doctor, they were keeping him for observation until the following day for him to be discharged. His wife had already left after she was discharged.
Adiza and co, having waited in vain for almost 3 hours, decided to leave but not before she called him on the phone.
“Hello,” Nurse Judith answered.
“Hello, I want to talk to Koo.”
“Awwww, he’s sick and is in a hospital. I’m a nurse.. he’s asleep.”
“Wake him up, I want to talk to him.”
“I said he is asleep.”
“Ok, when he wakes up let him know that Adiza called and that I’m waiting for him to do something about what I told him otherwise, he wouldn’t like the outcome.”
“Me, tell him what, madam please take your trouble somewhere o,” Nurse Judith cut the call and murmured, “The cheek of it.”
Adiza stared furiously at her phone and spoke to her companions.
“Let’s go, he’s not coming.”
“No shaking we’ll get him…he can’t hide forever.”
Nurse Judith, who was on the night shift stared at the sleeping Koo silently, and frowning, shook her head confusingly.
She suddenly had the urge to protect Koo Hima from any witch who might call again.
“Awww, he’s so adorable, innocent..ohh so handsome so strong… as strong as a lion in the jungle,” she said softly and put his phone in her pocket.
The next day, Koo was discharged and he left the hospital in a chartered taxi but not before nurse Judith had given him back his phone after exchanging numbers with him, with the three days excuse duty slip securely tucked in his wallet.
It was only a day before he was to resume work that he remembered he was supposed to meet Adiza at Okutey Spot on the day of his hospitalization.
“Ewuradze, m’awu, am dead,” he moaned.
But he decided not to call her as she might have solved the problem or maybe she might not be pregnant after all.
Kweku Hima woke up a week later with a strong urge to pray.
“O God thank you, thank you for waking me up, please help me, help me, hold me closely.. you are the sugar in my Kooko help me o help me to shame my enemies, let my enemies see me in my mansion and help me, my father, oh god my sweet potato help me …in the name of JEESUS, amen.”
Still in a prayerful mood, he followed up with some hymns and went on to sing Jim Reeves’ This world is not my own until he realized that it wasn’t a gospel song.
Feeling fortified, he set off for work.
After breakfast and the normal banter, all the drivers settled into the TV room awaiting directives on the day’s assignments.
About an hour later, he was called to the conference room only to see the H. R manager, the Transport Manager and the Security Supervisor (IGP) already seated.
“Good morning Mr Kweku Hima,” the HR manager greeted.
“Good morning, sir.”
“You are here because of the fuel siphoning allegation filed against you, what do you say in your defence”
“Oh sir, this is not fair o, I think I should rather be commended for saving the Company hundreds of cedis by fixing the fault on the truck.”
This went back and forth until the Transport Manager informed him that he was to remain in the yard until they tell him their decision.
“Meanwhile, your truck has been given to Fii your former assistant for the week since you are under investigation.”
Dejectedly, he left the three men and hurried to the washroom to attend to the sudden loosening of his bowels.
When he was done with that, he got a call from Atsupi.
“Hello Atsu darling!”
“Atsu what?” a male voice growled, “my wife says you have been disturbing her. For your own good, stay clear of her.”
“Abowa, do you know who I am?”
“Who and what are you, clear off otherwise…”
”Stupid man,” Koo hissed and ended the call.
His mood, having taken a substantial dip, and feeling so sorry for himself, he thought about events of the past and the numerous women in his life.
He thought about the delectable Connie, who was as graceful as a deer and about beautiful Hassana, who was as sweet as honey.
Then, his thoughts went to Adiza the rough diamond, who was as intoxicating as French wine.
He was in so deep a thought that he missed lunch.
Later, he decided to go for a drink at a nearby kiosk and no sooner had he left than the TM came looking for him with a letter of dismissal but Kweku Hima, oblivious to this, was having another rendezvous with trouble.
Adiza’s ‘brothers’ had waylaid him and started slapping and kicking him left, right and about. One uppercut sent him sprawling on the ground and sensing that he was going to be maimed, he took to his heels with the Zongo boys giving him a hot chase.
“Ewuradze, m’ewuradze eei,” he panted, still running towards his place of work.
Finally, he got to the Main Gate, and collided with the lanky Transport Manager, with both of them crashing to the ground, and the envelope bearing his dismissal surprisingly falling on his chest.
He got up quickly, and ran into the Transport Manager’s Office, with the T. M. following closely.
“Please hide me, TM.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Some zongo boys are after my blood,” he cried.
“Calm down,” TM said, “You are safe here.”
“Thank you. This is yours.”
“No, it’s yours, you have been sacked, I’m sorry.”
Meanwhile, Appiah Kubi the IGP, feeling a bit under the weather for his part in Kweku Hima’s dismissal went to the Entry Gate to see Adiza and her gang arguing with the Security Guards on duty and after a lot of persuasions, he invited Adiza and one of the boys to his office to talk about the issue.
“What is the problem, young lady.”
“Koo is my boyfriend and I told him that I am pregnant but he has been playing hide and seek with me. My father will kill me if he finds out.”
After an hour of deliberations, it was agreed that GH₵1000.00 was to be deducted from Kweku Hima’s share of the welfare fund and the quivering Koo agreed to it without hesitation when informed of it.
The Truck Driver
Samuel Cobby Grant is the name, Trained in Electrical Installation (Intermediate) at Takoradi Polytechnic.
Works as a Secuirty Supervisor in a Logistics Company.
A widower with two children.
A proud resident of Takoradi.
Love reading, swimming and now writing after completing the REWA Wriitng Course by The Klever Magg.