The Good Man
SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
THE GOOD MAN
Maame Efua, Aba Joan’s mother, oblivious of the cold war between her daughter and Kobina, had been calling to check up on Kobina; and so when she complained of problems with her sights on one of those occasions, he offered to take her to one of his customers who happened to be a British eye specialist to check her out.
And so on Friday at the agreed time, Kobina borrowed a car from Gregg to Eguase to take her for the appointment with the Ophthalmologist.
“Is this your car, Kobina?” she asked, admiringly.
“No, it’s a friend’s.”
They then set off and about an hour later, they were at the CLEAR VISION EYE CLINIC and since they had booked an appointment beforehand, they were ushered into Dr Abel’s office quickly after getting her registered at the well-furnished reception area.
Dr Abel, a 40-year-old who looked older, examined her thoroughly and then took a seat facing them.
“It’s Cataract but it’s not matured enough for surgery. I’ll give you some eye drops for it. And your reading glasses would be ready on Monday.”
“Thanks, Dr Abel,” Kobina said, paid the bills to the Cashier and left with the old lady.
Since that day was a Friday and they were to go for the glasses on Monday, Kobina suggested she spent the weekend at his home and she accepted with gratitude.
She persuaded Kobina to take her to the market for her to buy some ingredients for cooking.
As fate would have it, they saw Naakpe hawking her Alewa and Kobina picked her up to help buy the items.
They were soon done with the shopping which Kobina paid to the displeasure of the woman.
“Ma, won’t you buy Alewa?”
“And what am I going to do with this your Alewa?” she answered with mock anger.
“Because my Alewa is the best in Western Region.”
“Only if you help me cook for my son.”
“Only if you’ll buy all my Alewa”
Kobina who was leaning against the car and watching them banter encouraged Naakpe to jump into the car and go with them.
They soon got to the house and the ladies stared admiringly, over-awed by the obvious affluence of the area and the house.
“Aww, how I wish I had come with my swimming costume,” Naakpe said running around excitedly at the sight of the swimming pool.
The old lady gazed at the house, looked at Kobina questioningly, composed herself and dragged Naakpe away from the poolside and joined Kobina who was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.
They walked together into his flat, showed the woman her room and the kitchen and left for his room to change.
After a lunch of quickly prepared etՉ, Kobina gave Naakpe some cash for her help.
“Now my son, tell me,” the old lady said after the Alewa seller had left “Is everything ok with my daughter?”
“Everything is well,” he said trying to downplay the issue.
“You are a very good person, but I can feel in my bones that you guys are not talking to each other. She has stopped talking about you to me, and neither have you mentioned her name since I came,” she said gently. “Is anything wrong?”
When he didn’t reply, she left his presence and went into the guestroom. She didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. After all, she was a guest there and the young man has been nothing but kind to her.
As she lay on the bed, perusing the issue, she had a call and saw that it was the very person she was thinking about.
“Hello, Ma. I am just calling to check up on you.”
“I am in Takoradi o. I went for a check-up,” she said cunningly. “The doctor said that I should see him on Monday so I’ll be here throughout the weekend.”
“Whaat,” she exclaimed imagining all sorts of ailments that could be worrying her mother. “I am coming to Takoradi first thing in the morning,”
“I am ok, it’s nothing serious.”
“I am still coming,” she said, determined. I’ll call for directions when I arrive. I love you.”
“I love you too” she replied with a wide grin on her face. Fate, it seemed had smiled on her plans.