The Bitter Enemy
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE BITTER ENEMY
On the day of the Audit with the Equipment firm, Kweku Hima as the manager in charge of Operations led a three-man team to the premises of the firm.
All that the Audit entails was for them to inspect the facilities of any firm they were going to do business with and that meant they were going to see how that company operates, its safety measures, risk assessment levels, its operational equipment, how the health of its staff are taken care of and even how they dispose of their garbage.
All in all, it went on smoothly, and almost everything on the checklist ticked well.
The only thing that threatened to mar the nice rapport they were having was the overbearing attitude of one man on Koo’s team. He kept asking unnecessary questions and Koo had to step in several times to defuse the tension he was causing.
“Diego chill, we came with a checklist, let’s stick to that,” Koo said.
“We need to be sure that they would be able to perform well,” Diego retorted.
“And you think that by asking them to tell you the life expectancy period of a Ghanaian youth is a valid question?” Koo snapped.
Diego stood up and snobbishly left the round table.
He was ignored from then on and things went smoothly from and they were done by 3:00 p.m.
“Guys, we are done here,” Koo said, “Expect feedback from us in a week.”
It was a Sunday and Appiah Kubi had just returned from a successful trip to Sunyani where he was able to locate the daughter of the Chief of Suba, a village near Takoradi. So after reuniting the extremely happy Chief and his daughter, he went home to be with his wife Joanna whom he had missed so much. He was also elated that Chelsea has won their match against Tottenham that day so he was sure of spending a happy and enjoyable night with her.
So home he went. He gave her the farm produce and the bushmeat he bought at Sunyani, had dinner hurriedly and quickly had his bath and impatiently waited for her to be done with hers. And when they went to bed finally and he was trying to touch her, she parried his touches.
“Please stop…I’m tired. I’m not in the mood.”
“Aw Joanna, is this the way to welcome your loving husband? ” he said and attempted to touch her.
“Don’t you dare touch me. I said I’m not in the mood.”
“Chelsea won o, in case you don’t know. I love you so much,” he said and inched closer to her.
“Chelsea won, I know, but I am so angry at Newcastle for letting Liverpool beat them. Why should Liverpool win against Newcastle.”
“Awww, Joanna it’s not fair o.”
She didn’t mind him. She just stood up, wore her jeans shorts and went back to bed with her back to him.
“Hmmmmm,” he breathed in and out deeply, and laid on his back and turned to ‘ceiling staring settings’.
After about an hour, still not fallen asleep, his phone started to ring. It rang and rang but he was too distressed to talk to anyone. He did not understand why his wife behaved that way. When he was paying the bride price, neither Chelsea nor Newcastle contributed a dime, but now they are making their existence felt in his marriage.
His phone started ringing again but he paid no heed to it.
“No one should disturb me,” he said and fell into a troubled sleep.