SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
EPISODE 20 & 21
A FEW DAYS LATER
Dinah had suddenly realized that the type of lifestyle she was pursuing wasn’t going to end well for her. She had seen what happened to Manza; and also what happened personally when Ayi and Ashalley fought because of the loose life she was leading. She had never met a man like Ashalley Laryea before. He was well educated and enjoyed sex as much as she did. He was generous too. She was of the view that being with him was better than a thousand other men.
She had decided to visit and plead for forgiveness and use her womanly charms to get him back into her arms.
She adorned her body with a tight-fitting straight dress that accentuated her curves. Deliberately, she guided her braless nipples to be noticeable in the dress.
Then, she even sprayed a little bit of her perfume on them to stimulate them into hardness, making them more eye-catching. She looked into the tiny mirror one more time and liked what she saw. She was ready to go and claim her man.
She normally took one of the numerous tro – tro that plied the route to the hospital but on that day, she hired a taxi cab that took her straight to the Hospital.
Slowly, she alighted from the cab and made her way to the Lab section, swaying her hips as she went along, ignoring the looks of both patients and hospital staff as her heels made clip – clop clip – clop sounds on the concrete floor.
Soon, she got to the swinging doors of the Lab and entered with a sad apologetic facial expression on her face, in readiness of her plan to get him back.
But she found no one in there. Not sure what to do, she walked gingerly to the far end where there was a door that opened into a storeroom. She opened the door and what she saw stopped her in her tracks.
Ashalley had his back to her with his trousers down and around his feet and he was having a doggy style sex with a lady who had her head buried in a stack of empty boxes as he rammed her from behind.
She was gyrating her butts, urging him on as he huffed and puffed behind her.
Dinah stood transfixed, mildly fascinated, as she picked a few points of the lady’s technique. She took a couple of shots with her phone, both video and still, before going back to the Lab to wait.
She waited for close to thirty minutes before she heard a strident scream from the lady and a shuddering grunt from Ashalley. They came out laughing, the lady in front while Ashalley was behind her, holding her waist with both hands from behind.
The lady, Anita, stopped in her tracks when she noticed the presence of Dinah, but Ashalley, unfazed, led Anita out, ignoring Dinah who was sitting morosely on a lab stool.
“As you can see, I have moved on,” he said when he reentered.
“I am very sorry for what happened at the Pub. He is a former boyfriend who is refusing to let me be,” she explained.
“Liar! Go away before I drag you out. Slut,” he said.
Dinah regarded him for some time, picked herself up and cheekily walked out. He walked nonchalantly to the counter to peruse some lab reports.
Meanwhile, Dinah, when she reached outside, sat on one of the benches assigned for outpatients and began to think about what had just happened. She was furious with Ashalley for the way he made her feel. And, she was so angry with the way she allowed herself to be humiliated.
“I will not allow him to go scot-free,” she mused, looking down at her hands. She even forgot that Manza her friend was in that very hospital. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she lost track of time.
She ignored the pangs of hunger that assailed her as she lambasted him for what he had just done.
Patients were called to be attended to. Nurses on duty were relieved. Emergency cases were rushed in… some in ambulances and some in taxis. Some patients walked in by themselves, whilst others were assisted to walk in and Dinah sat through it all.
“How dare you, Ashalley? You don’t know who you are messing with,” she mused.
She was still there, in the evening when Ashalley closed and left. She suddenly saw that she was the only one sitting there so she got up to leave too, and saw the lady Ashalley was with earlier entering a car driven by a man in military uniform.
Dinah waited till the car had driven off and went to the security man at the gate to enquire about the lady, deliberately getting too close to him.
“Please o, I think that girl is an old friend. Does she work here?”
“Yes,” he blurted out, enjoying her closeness. “That’s Anita.”
“Is that her boyfriend?”
“Her husband o. He’s Sergeant Lai. They got married last year.”
“Great. That’s great. Thank you,” she said and left, intending to do something very wonderful with this nice piece of information.
“You don’t mean it,” Pat said with astonishment and laughed.
“Yes, I did,” Kuuku said with a triumphant smile.
He had just told her of the phone call he had made to the Police when they got to Cape Coast on their way to Accra the previous week.
“You mean you saw Kuuku Koomson going into a Guest House with a woman and you called the Police?”
“Yes. He was arrested even before we reached Accra.”
“Wow. I think you are a very dangerous man,” she said playfully.
“Yes, I am. No one escapes from the Law at my expense,” he said and smiled again.
“So, how are you planning for the End of Year Party?” she asked, with the intention of going shopping for what they were going to wear.
“Nothing. I’ll just go when it’s time,” he told her simply.
She pouted her lips in annoyance.
“Don’t forget that my Uncle would be visiting next week. He wants to meet you,” she said.
“The one that wears a wig?”
“It’s not a wig. It’s a toupee,” she snapped.
He laughed, having succeeded in getting her irritated.
She didn’t mind him. She, as the Human Resource Manageress, was part of the End of Year Party planning committee and felt that it was time to make it known to all that they were a couple. There ought to be no question of that. She had heard a lot about the Factory’s yearly parties and knew that it attracted a lot of the City’s residents to it.
Later That Day
It still rankled Ayi that Ashalley, after taking his woman from him still paraded himself around town as if he owned it. He had seen him in town with several other women even.
“He really doesn’t know what he’s doing,” he said to himself “He has touched a tiger by the tail.”
He went out to brief his town friends at Amanful, a rough neighbourhood in the city. They decided that they were going to steal his car after beating him to a pulp.
Meanwhile, Sergeant Lai of the Takoradi Air force Base, having been tipped off by an extremely furious Dinah about his wife’s sexual affairs with Ashalley, went to the Hospital to confront and deal with him. So armed with the pictures Dinah had given to him showing his doggy banging with Anita.
He entered the Lab with casual nonchalance.
“What can I do for you, gentleman,” Ashalley asked with disdain. He was in no mood to talk to a man. He was expecting Anita to appear soon, and had no time for any distraction
“I want to have a chat with you on a matter of importance,” Sgt Lai said calmly, waiting to be offered a seat
“Look here, Mr Man, I am very busy and I don’t have time,” Ashalley retorted and was about to show him the door but stopped and smiled when he saw Anita entering.
“Hey Lover Boy,” she began seductively but stopped when she saw her husband in the room.
Sgt Lai turned around when he heard his wife’s voice and looked at her with disgust clearly shown on his face. Ashalley touched his shoulder to ask him to leave and he wasted no time in giving him a backhand slap that sent him sprawling on the floor.
He attempted to get up again and was booted in the knee cap. Another kick with the heavy combat boots he was wearing shattered his other knee cap which had Ashalley screaming in pain. He quickly got hold of his wife who was trying to get away.
“Sorry, I didn’t tell you who I was,” he told Ashalley “I am Sgt Lai,”
He then butted his wife, opening a cut on her forehead and she fell, bleeding.
“And this is my loving wife,” he told the still screaming Ashalley.
Anita got up quickly and escaped through the swinging doors of the Lab to avoid further beatings.
He picked Ashalley up by his belt with just a hand and took him to where Ashalley had his car parked.
The Hospital staff were awed by the spectacle of Ashalley being manhandled by Anita’s husband. Most of them had long suspected the two of being in an illicit relationship but hadn’t had any proof. Tongues were wagging, especially with the way Anita had vamoosed from the Hospital’s premises: and now this. None of them needed a soothsayer to tell them what was happening. Some spoke of it as if they all along knew what had been going on between the two.
Sgt Lai had on his mind to take him to the Guardroom to further deal with him. He frisked him for the car keys, secured him with the seat belt and drove furiously towards the Base.
He had quite a Herculean task getting Ashalley to go quietly and it took a few head-shaking slaps to get him to quieten down, but as they got nearer to the Base, Ashalley whom he thought was resigned to his fate, suddenly opened the car door but was restrained by the seat belt.
Sgt Lai swiftly parked the car by the side of the road and as he got out to attend to secure him, four men riding on two motorbikes who had been trailing them since they left the Hospital, pounced on them. Sgt Lai defended himself the way he had been trained to defend himself; to defend and to maim. He was the Gold Medal winner of Taekwondo in the just ended Security Services Games and he was more than capable of warding off attacks. After being hit on the back with a hockey stick which got him staggering forward and almost falling, he regained his feet and gave it to them, pound for pound. He parried, swerved, and hit with devastating effect. He had two of the men on the floor with broken thighs in no time. Ashalley, saw his chance to escape, and as quickly as he could, got out of the car and was about to limp away when he was hit on the back of his head with a hockey stick. He lost consciousness at once and fell awkwardly.
Sgt Lai now turned his attention to the one who had hit Ashalley and he was no one but Ayi. He got hold of him and threw him long and hard against another of the assailants who was trying to quick start one of the motorbikes and both of them fell.
Two quick strides got him to them and two sharp kicks to their heads rendered them unconscious.
An Air Force Pinzgauer truck soon got to the scene and in recognizing their Sergeant, stopped.
“Corporal, help me take these guys and their motorbikes into the truck. I and my friend were attacked by them,” Sgt Lai said.
Later in the evening, Pat went home feeling disoriented. She hadn’t seen KL and her calls to him hadn’t gotten through. From past experiences, she knew that whenever he vanished like this from her radar, it meant that there was something that he was planning or doing that he didn’t want her to know of yet. Nevertheless, she felt lost and had not been able to do what she was supposed to do at work. There were some shortlisted applicants she was supposed to have invited for interviews but she hadn’t done so. She felt lost without seeing or hearing from Kuuku. She had hardly touched her lunch at work and still didn’t feel any pang of hunger.
She had her bath, switched on the TV and sat down to call the applicants.
She was about to call the first person on the stack of CV’s on the centre table when Kuuku entered after knocking at the door. She got up and embraced him, holding on to him tightly, refusing to let go. She knew he was going to tell her where he had been to in his own good time so she didn’t bother herself to ask what he had been up to.
He gently pried her arm from around him.
“I am starving. Any food here?”
“I have some food in the fridge but you need to attend to it yourself. I am busy,” she told him suddenly annoyed with him, and with herself for the way she was feeling.
“Please, help a starving man here,” he made up a sad face for her to see.
“Okay, only if you promise to help me with this work,” she said, gesturing to the CV’s on the table.
“I promise on my honour,” he said and his stomach made a growling sound which made him wince. He picked up and drank a bottle of water he saw on the table.
Pat smiled and went into the kitchen to rustle up something.
She was out before long with boiled aso bayere and abomu with koobi and eggs. They both ate from the same bowl and if one had been counting, one would have seen that she ate more than he did.
That out of the way, she handed her phone over to him and proceeded to give him the names and phone numbers of the applicants to call for the interview.
In all, there were ten applicants and he was able to talk to 8 of them. The other 2 were unreachable.
As she was gathering the papers, she found an envelope under the stack of CV’s. She had no idea how it got there and she was almost sure that it wasn’t there when she left for the kitchen. She glanced at him and he looked back at her, almost challengingly.
She picked it up and found out that it contained a beautiful but a much smaller envelpe with tiny golden designs engraved on it. At the back of the envelope was a silhouette of a man on his knee. Underneath were the words. ..
Will you marry me, Patricia Graham?
She inhaled sharply. She looked up at him and saw that he was staring at her. His eyes were on her, unwaveringly.
“Why don’t you open and see what it contains?” he told her gently.
Pat tried to open the envelope but her hands shook so much that she couldn’t get a grip on it and it was in danger of slipping out of her hands. It was good that she was sitting on the sofa. The whole of her body frame was shaking. He took it from her hands and dipped his fingers into it and brought out a beautifully crafted 32-carat gold ring with three tiny diamonds at the very top.
He got down on one knee, just as it was at the back of the envelope.
“Will you marry me?”
She didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Tears were streaming down her face and all her attempts to say something brought in more tears.
“Please say something. My knee is hurting and please don’t cry. I will treat you well. I won’t make you cry ever,” he said with misery, haltingly. He thought that maybe she didn’t want to get married to him. The very thought of her not agreeing to be his wife tormented him.
She smiled then and proffered her left hand to him.
He slipped the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.
She kissed him briefly and embraced him.
“Yes, I will marry you,” she said then and fresh tears coasted down her cheeks.
On the day of the company’s party, there was no production.
The company’s party was the most sought-for event on the calendar of the city. Each employee was given five cards to invite others. Even clients and contractors of the company were given five invitation cards to go with others. It had always been a massive affair with enough drinks and food to feed all who were lucky to get the chance to be there.
Everything was set by 4:00 pm.
Four hours later, the party was in full swing with the live band playing to the admiration and enjoyment of all. Most of the revellers were drunk in no time and they engaged themselves in all sorts of antics and shenanigans.
The place was filled up and there were no leg rooms. Almost everyone was there with either a spouse or a partner of some sort. KL was there with Pat and sharing the same table with them were Kate and his now-boyfriend, Jude.
Even Eugene, the former Quality Control Manager was there, but there was nothing anyone could do. He seemed to be drinking a lot and had been casting mean looks at them but no one noticed that. They were just watching and enjoying the general atmosphere of the place, smiling and laughing at the naughty antics some of the factory staff engaged in, with KL constantly responding to shouts of ‘Killer o Killer’ from his friends.
Gyataba, one of the factory hands, who was noticeably drunk, stripped himself naked to dance to the One Corner song and his friends had a hell of a time trying to get him to wear his attire back.
Pat’s ring was also a centre of attraction as most of the female office staff stopped by to comment on it and to admire it.
She excused herself to visit the washroom and after some minutes when she failed to return, Kate volunteered to go and look for her. She returned almost immediately, agitated and panting, trying to say something but only managed to point her finger towards the direction of the warehouse.
KL and Jude got up quickly and ran towards where Kate had pointed to. He got out and saw two figures dragging Pat towards the dark patch behind the warehouse.
“Stop right there. What do you think you are doing?” he barked at Eugene and another man. And as they turned around, Eugene pulled an ugly-looking gun out of his jacket and pointed it at him.
“She’s mine now Killer. Go home,” he said and it was quite obvious that he was drunk.
Pat began to struggle with him and as he inched towards them, Eugene shot at him and missed due to how Pat was struggling. The bullet whizzed past his head, and Jude, who had gotten behind the two assailants unnoticed, kicked the gun out of his hand and it fell on the ground. It went off again with the bullet finding a target in the wall of the warehouse. It ricocheted and the resultant splintering of hard mortar hit the back of Kuuku’s hand, causing it to bleed. He hardly noticed that. He leapt and hit Eugene’s accomplice who was trying to escape. As for Jude, he was enjoying himself immensely. He kept kicking Eugene repeatedly till some of the security men who had been attracted by Kate’s screams arrived to take control.
Kuuku with deliberate intent kicked Eugene in the balls. Pat repeated the same action and was about to do it again when she was dragged away by Kuuku. That was when she noticed the blood at the back of his hand.
The security men were very efficient in handling the situation.
Kuuku’s hand was attended to by the factory’s nurse.
Eugene was handed over to the Police but he ended up at the Hospital. As for his accomplice, he stupidly jumped out of the speeding Police Patrol car and injured himself thereby ending up at the hospital too.
A WEEK LATER
They were at the big house. Mrs Lawrencia Laing had thrown a surprise party for her son and the beautiful damsel he wanted to get married to.
There were a lot of important personalities there. The Member of Parliament was there. So were members of the Women’s Fellowship, Shop Owners Association, Resident’s Association and a host of family friends.
It was a buffet party and it was held outside, under the trees. The guests, knowing very well how the lady of the house did her things, repped well. There were more than enough for all to eat and drink.
As for the lovebirds, they were pleasantly surprised. They thought they were going to accompany the elderly woman to a function, only to find out on getting there that they were the stars of the evening. With hymns blaring from the loudspeakers, the party took off in a grand style.
Midway through it all, the sharp eyes of Kuuku saw Manza, her Mother and two elderly men getting out of a taxi. His eyes followed them as they got to the gateman. Madam Lawrencia was told that she had some visitors, and when she saw who they were, went to the gate to meet them with Kuuku her son and the Reverend Minister of her Church who was the Chairman for the occasion.
“We are here to offer our apologies for the way our daughter caused your son to be wrongly accused of a crime he didn’t commit,” Maame Yaaba, Manza’s mother said.
“She’s also sorry for referring to you and your son as human ritualists,” one of the men chipped in.
“Please, we are here to plead for forgiveness,” said the other man.
Kuuku was about to retort with anger but his mother placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him from saying anything.
“We have heard you. You are forgiven. We hold no grudges,” she said quietly and pulled her son away to go back to her guests. The Reverend Minister hesitated, smiled sadly at them and turned around to follow his hostess.
The four were stunned.
They stared after them, at the enjoyment going on not far from them and back amongst themselves. They stood there for a long minute, with long faces, and then as if coming out of a trance, they left for where they had come from.
The party went on unabated for a while with the guests oblivious of what had transpired at the gate. They enjoyed themselves to the hilt till they began to leave in groups and singles.
The happy couple also left after a piece of advice and a heartfelt prayer from the Reverend.
Sometime in the night, long after they had gotten home, Pat’s phone shattered the silence of the night. She picked up the call and screamed, clenching and unclenching her fist.
“What is the matter?” he asked her
“My brother. Nana Yaw. He has collapsed. I am going to Accra”
He snatched the phone from her hand.
“Hello hello, who is there what has happened to Nana Yaw?”
“It’s me, Dora,” she said, and laughed: a sweet infectious laughter “Nana Yaw collapsed when he heard the good news about your engagement to his sister.”
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