SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
The rest of the night was spent in prayers.
Kuuku and his mother later fell asleep from exhaustion, but Pat wasn’t done yet. She prayed and prayed for freedom from the shackles of the devil and eventually fell asleep too.
She had a revelation. In the revelation, she saw the Chief Security of the factory and Eugene, the former Quality Control Manager of that same company wringing the neck of Kuuku who was desperately trying to escape from their grasps at the entrance of the Machine Shop while Ashes wailed and jumped about but no sound came out of his mouth. It seemed as if he had gone mute. She jerked herself into wakefulness as sweat poured out of her pores.
She had her bath and saw that her guests had also awoken. She made breakfast.
”I suggest we go to Laing and Sons and pray,” Pat said, thinking about the terrible dream she had just had.
”I support this,” said her future mother in law.
”Ok, why not, if it’s necessary,” Kuuku said.
”It is necessary o. We should never give the devil the chance to operate,” Pat said to the admiration of the elderly woman.
So they left for the Machine Shop. Mad. Lawrencia drove, and the young couple sat by each other, at the back and held hands for strength but none of them spoke.
She made a detour to the mansion and picked up the remaining bottles of water. Something amazing happened.
As she made the last turn that took them to the Kokompe road, a barefooted man dressed in all white raised his arm and Mad. Lawrencia stopped the car and he joined her in front without asking for a lift or being invited to sit down. They all understood that it was all part of a divine plan. They all alighted when they got to their destination.
The man, a pastor or prophet of some sort ordered them to stand a bit further from the entrance of the shop.
Also, he asked them to join him in prayers for the Lord to cleanse the establishment of any dark force that might be lurking around.
”Give me the water,” he said after they had prayed for a while.
Mad. Lawrencia handed it over to him without asking him how he had known about all those things.
The holy man then walked to the entrance and sprinkled the water all over the container: the front, the back, at the top and finally, on the pool of blood at the entrance. A fairly large crowd had gathered to watch what was going on. They saw that the pool of blood which surprisingly had no flies on them, had began to boil and to vaporize. It then turned into a lumpy clot and hardened. As hard as a stone. He picked it up and threw it away with all his might.
At that very moment, Eugene and Buju, the Security Chief suffered a mighty stroke. Both of them lost the functions of their right eyes, mouths, hands and legs.
It was also at that very moment that Ashes who has been roaming aimlessly on account of him being the one to open the shop instead of Kuuku that fateful day,had his senses restored to him.
Kuuku opened the shop at the behest of the Holyman and more of the bottled water which seemed inexhaustible was sprinkled into every corner of the shop.
”The Lord has done it again,” he proclaimed and they hugged each other in victory.
Ashes soon joined them and told them about what had happened to him the previous morning.
The Holyman also explained why he happened to be there by saying that the Holy Ghost directed him to do every single thing he had done that day.
”Praise the Lord!”
”Hallelujah!” he responded and asked for permission to take leave of them.
”But who are you and how may we find you?” Mad. Lawrencia asked him
I am Kofi Kwofie of the True Through Bible Church at Kwesimintsim.”
”Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,” they said in unison.
”Let’s give thanks to the Most High God. He only deserves all the thanks and adorations,” he said gently and departed, his long robe swirling and shimmering behind him.
They went back to the Mansion with Ashes and the rest crammed in a taxi that followed them to a treat of sumptuous emo tuo and groundnut soup. It was during the feast that Pat received a phone call that informed her about the sudden stroke attack of the Chief Security. It really was a triumphant day. A day of triumph of good over evil.
Kuuku Koomson, Ayi and Ackah were arranged before Court and sentenced to prison.
Both Ayi and Ackah were jailed for 6 months each for perjury and Kuuku Koomson was jailed for 15 years for attempted murder, and his wife filed for divorce the next day, citing his numerous affairs as the reason
As the days rolled on, the greatness of God manifested itself in many ways.
Buju the Chief Security and Eugene, who actually was his young half brother confessed on their hospital beds about how they had gone for a juju intended to make Kuuku lose everything he cherished in life; especially, his relationship and source of livelihood. But thanks to the greatness of God, they failed.
Kuuku progressed in life and became a wealthy man. Much more than his father ever was.
As for Ashes, he became a changed person and did away with his false lifestyle. He even found love in a lady who sold spare parts in the Kokompe enclave.
The day of the wedding between Kuuku Laing and Patricia Graham dawned.
It happened to be a beautiful sunny Saturday morning.
The Church Auditorium was packed to full capacity. Mainly because the Takoradi Kokompe community was well represented. They had hired two buses to Accra for the wedding. The couple’s friends at the Tobacco Factory were also there in their numbers, both past and present employees and their rowdiness and boisterous chatter added to the excitement of the day.
Madam Lawrencia Laing, was resplendent in her colourful kente slit and kaba, with matching gold jewelries adorning her neck and wrists. She could hardly sit still, in the front row as she waited for the arrival of the bride.
Mrs Genevieve Graham was equally excited. She was a proud mother of the bride and couldn’t have asked for a better son in law than Kuuku, the handsome son of her school friend.
Nana Yaw and Dora, her future daughter in law flanked her as they waited with bated breaths for the arrival of the bridal team.
She gave Nana Yaw a stern look.
”I hope you are not going to pass out today.”
Dora giggled and squeezed her fiance’s hand. He squeezed her hand back in appreciation of her love.
Kuuku was already in Church, looking dashing and gallant in his sky blue three piece suit and with Jude, his Bestman beside him looking handsome too in his matching suit.
The beautiful bride made her triumphant entry on time. Her wedding gown, sown by Maame Ohay was a sight to behold. It was pure white, sewn with gold thread and with sparkling ornamental arrangements on the magnificent tiara that adorned her head. Her veil was of the highest quality and class.
The pianist, on cue, played the ‘Wedding Match’ as she walked up the aisle to the handsome man who was waiting to make her his wife in less than an hour.
The Very Reverend Nanka Bruce was the officiating minister.
Everything went well with clock-like precision. Soon it was time for the vows to be said.
”I, Kuuku Laing, aka Killer do take you, Patricia Graham as my lovely lawful wedded wife, as my HR, my Manager till death do us part.”
The Priest cringed but the massive uproar of laughter amidst jubilation drowned everything else.
”I, Patricia Graham, aka PG or Killer Yere, do take you, Engineer Kuuku Laing as my handsome lawful wedded husband, my Fabricator, my Threading Machine and my all till death do us part.”
The Reverend Minister opened his mouth in astonishment and laughed as the guest whooped with laughter and enjoyment.
He had a tough time making the guests simmer down and the rings were exchanged with a lot of mischievous embellishments.
”What God has joined, let no man put asunder. You may now kiss your HR,” he said, adding his own twist to it.
The guests cheered with another round of laughter and jubilation, though the resultant kiss was too light for some, and it got some even fuming with anger.
Photo taking time was fun with both mothers in law imposing themselves as photo-taking organizers.
The reception at the Legon Botanical Garden was a grand one. It was a buffet setting and every imaginable dish was served. Both local and continental as the mothers-in-law had spared no expenses in making it classy.
Ashes enjoyed himself very much, just like the rest of the guests did though he was peeved that there was no kokonte.
The reception went on late into the night. Long after the newlyweds had left to begin their trip through life as a married couple.
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