The Patriot

Final Episode

Samuel Cobby Grant

Are you here to taunt me?” Ataa Adjoa said as soon as she opened the door to him.

He brushed past her and went in to take a bottle of Star Beer from the fridge.

He turned around to stare into her eyes steadily.

“I will never taunt or mock you,” he said quietly.

“Why then are you here. You have never been here except the day I called you about the bugs,” she angrily told him.

“And that was the day I became suspicious of David being a spy,” he replied to her, softly.

“So why are you here now,” she asked again, hoping that it wasn’t an official visit.

“I am here to say sorry for endangering your life,” he explained.

“I love the work you introduced me to. The thrill alone is a high for me but David really fooled me,” she said forlornly.

“He fooled all of us. No one suspected that he was more than a translator,” he said pacifying her, still on his feet, a little bit away from her.

“No one knew he was the Controller. The ‘Chamaleon’,” she said trying to get him to stop blaming himself too much.

“I would have died if he had harmed you in any way,” he suddenly said.

She did a double-take and stared at him with the realization that he still cared for her.

He looked back at her at that pregnant moment. Nothing else needed to be said anymore.

She flew into his arms and it was just natural for them to get their mouths close to each other for the long-overdue passionate kiss.

None of them really remembered how it happened. None of them remembered how they shirked off their attires. All they remembered was the awareness of being naked in bed. Him on top, satisfying their hunger for each other. It was magical and it was passionate. Sizzling hot.

He was pleasantly surprised when he discovered that her breasts with their pert nipples were the same as before. Her sensitivity and reactions to his touches were still the same as before and how she wrapped her thighs against his midriff in response to his thrusts was unchanged. Her inflamed face, her moans were also the same but what he saw had changed was the level of their passions. It was more intense and more satisfying than before.

His fingers had probed her inner core, teased her labia, gone deeper to stimulate her vaginal walls as she jerked, moaned and reached out to hold him, palmed him till she couldn’t stand it anymore. At her unspoken signal, urged him to enter into her now slippery Jade hole.

It was pure bliss when she felt his hardened member fill her up. She had an orgasm as soon as she felt his fullness and twice more before he hit the climax.

She felt contented, lying in his arms as they struggled to catch their breaths.

“I must be mad for choosing to walk away from all this,” he said after a while, his signalling across her unclad body.

“I was hurt. I was very hurt,” she said in a low voice.

“It’s not going to happen again,” he said fiercely.

“So what do you intend to do then,” she casually asked, looking at his chest.

“I will marry you,” he simply said as a matter of fact.

“Without a ring you can’t propose,” she said with a smile.

He got up then, still  naked. A fine specimen of a man and walked to where he had shirked his trousers and took out his wallet, dipped his fingers into a zipped compartment and took out a diamond topped gold ring he had bought a very long time ago and showed it to her with a victorious look on his face. He pranced back to her, like a Greek god and said.

“Would you marry me, Adjoa,” and put it on the finger she had extended towards him.

She regarded it gravely and pushed him hard onto the bed, straddled him, got him inside of her and began to ride him hard.

“Yes, I will marry you, Kofi,” she moaned, her face suffused with passion.

TWO WEEKS LATER

It was tough getting back on his feet. But gradually his health improved and the uncertainty and nightmare were over.

He was transferred to a chalet in the countryside, where the pure unadulterated air, coupled with fresh fruits and vegetables, helped him regain his strength. The hand tremors, the shortness of breath and the faint spells ceased. His skin regained its healthy tone and with it came his cantankerous and authoritarian nature. Finally, his boisterous nature revealed itself and he began to issue instructions to those who were taking care of him.

Both Kofi Frimpong and the President received daily reports about his progress and they both smiled when they heard of the hard times he was giving to his minders.

They welcomed the fact that he was back to his old cranky self.

Klaus Kinski, Pompidou and Blakeson and the rest of the men in the Fischjager never knew how it happened. One moment they were in control and in another, they were in handcuffs being shepherded into cells in Ghana.

That was the day the men understood the real meaning of ‘fear’.

The three leaders were locked up in a fortified mansion which they as security experts knew without being told that there was absolutely no chance of escape.

It was the waiting that irked them. The fear of the unknown.

It was a little over a month later that Klaus Kinski woke up to behold the chilling image of an elegantly dressed Issah Musah sitting by his bedside looking down at him as he slept. He got up quickly and with a cry of fear ran to stand by the window, an apologetic look on his face.

Without being interrogated, he came clean about everything. He told his former captive about the failed plans, his projections and everything he and his accomplices had done to destabilize Ghana. He spoke of his paranoia of Ghanaians and everything Ghanaian.

Issah Musah looked on, like a benevolent headmaster. And he was like a pupil that had been caught bullying.

Issah Musah looked contemptuously at the cowering man in front of him.

He who had been defiant even in captivity was getting briefed without asking for it.

Klaus Kinski knew he was a goner. He knew that even if he managed to get back to Germany, he would be court marshalled and shot at the stake so he guessed it was better to be killed in Ghana now than later. It was the physical pains at the hands of sadists that he was terrified of, and he had always been afraid of being tortured at the hands of his enemies and this fear got him to come clean without being questioned.

Issah Musah sat through it all till the German was done. He nodded and asked just one question.

“When would you like to get back to Germany?”

***

President Awuku was feeling very good about himself.

He had been able to get Issah Musah back to home soil.

The damages done by the foreign agents had been repaired as the collaborators had all been arrested and were going to be charged by the courts to pay for their treasonous deeds.

“No one is above the law. Be it a Vice President or a Party Chairman,” he swore with a hint of toughness.

Olasty and others of his kind who had received cash from dubious sources were given various jail sentences in a series of court cases that sought to get it over and done with.

As for the big fishes, Veep Sosa and Chairman Siriboe, as if they had both planned it, both suffered massive stroke attacks even before judgements were passed on them.

David Muller was declared persona non grata and deported due to his diplomatic status.

Well, Herr Ziglah and his two partners woke up one morning and found themselves in a hotel in Lagos where they discovered that there was no contract for them to sign, and being astute businessmen cut their losses and went back to Germany.

As for Klaus Kinski and his two associates, they were extensively debriefed and chose to stay in Ghana to apply for political asylum because they knew without question that going back to their countries meant instant death.

Ghana continued to lead the world. In commerce, academics, science and medicine and in sports.

The Video Virus Pandemic slowly but surely became tamed due to the Adwengo Vaccines.

Every single nation of the world received its fair share of the vaccine.

“This is our gift to the world,” President Awuku said more often than once whenever a nation made requests for the vaccines.

6TH MARCH INDEPENDENCE DAY

The celebration of Ghana’s Independence had always held the world in awe of its greatness.

The perfection that Ghanaians were known for manifested itself in Ghana’s cultural and traditional values were portrayed for all to see.

Every region, every district, every street and every corner was adorned with the red gold and green colours. School kids held miniature Ghana flags to and from home.

The parade ground in the nation’s capital was as big as six football fields with spectator stands bordering on all sides.

No costs were spared and the military, in their well-ironed ceremonial uniforms and sporting well-polished black boots marched flawlessly to the admiration of all.

The President, together with his wife and three children made their appearance after all the other dignitaries were seated. The US President who was the Guest Of Honour had already made his appearance with his wife and Maria their ever-smiling daughter.

The stands were packed solid with Ghanaians from all walks of life dressed in pomp and pageantry but it was what the President said in his speech that endeared him to his countrymen.

“I am proud to be the President of the most powerful nation in the world,” he proudly said amidst thunderous applause.

“We have made great strides in the last hundred years and we lead the world in all fields of human endeavours. We Ghanaians now hold our heads held high and proud for we neither go to bed hungry nor in need,” he was forced to pause as the crowd cheered repeatedly.

He looked sideways at his wife and smiled. She blew him a kiss in response.

He raised his right arm and the noise died down.

“The first two lines of our National Anthem is a prayer that has been fulfilled. God has blessed our nation Ghana, and made us Great and Strong.”

Cheers erupted and were unstoppable. They cheered and sang the national anthem over and over again. The army band chipped in with the instrumentals and the dignitaries on the dais approached him one after the other to congratulate him with hugs and kisses.

He stood, tall and proud amongst his peers.

***

Neither Kofi Frimpong nor Ataa Adjoa was at the parade grounds for the independence celebration
They weren’t even in the capital. They were ensconced in a comfy chalet high up in the mountains. It actually belonged to the man who was both a father, a friend and a mentor. Nana Nti was actually the soon to be named next Vice President.
But they had watched the amazing ceremony on TV and were as excited as all other countrymen.
”He’s a great man. The Patriot,” Ataa Adjoa said as she lay lazily in bed with the man she adored above anyone else.
”Ye, he is. His love for his country is unequalled,” Kofi said as he stared deeply into the eyes of the beautiful woman he loved.
Just the look on his face alone was enough to ignite their passions.
The gold bracelet on Kofi’s wrist vibrated. He hastily disengaged himself from the arms of a highly aroused Ataa Adjoa.
She pouted her lips in annoyance as he pulled her away from the bed and got her to dress up in a respectable cotton dress that reached her knees.
Her eyes bore holes into him as he unperturbed, picked up underwear and helped her to put on. By then, she was getting angry. He paid no heed to her.

With methodical slowness, he wore a pair of shorts and batakari.
The mysterious look on his face got her to calm down. She realized he had some surprises up his sleeve.
She complied as he pulled her out of the room, to the rooftop which offered a magnificent aerial view of the whole area and beyond.
He smiled as she whirled and breathed in the refreshing mountain air.
Her eyes fell on the couple sitting calmly in the garden below, sipping ‘asaana’.
She stared, hard, turned to look at Kofi Frimpong, and stared at the couple again with amazement.
”Ma! Da!” she screamed and dashed downstairs in an excited rush to meet the people she had missed more than anyone else in the world.

Kofi Frimpong casually made his way down, a proud smile on his face for the part he had played in the reunion of Ataa Adjoa and her parents.
They shed tears of joy as they embraced, none of them ready to let go of the other.

”My Princess” her Dad said but was unable to continue and turned in Kofi’s direction, his face full of gratitude for the man who had saved their family.
”Thank you, Kofi Frimpong. You are a blessing to us,” her mother said and continued ”you’ll make a good husband for our little princess”They cried, laughed, and jubilated long after sunset till the col weather drove them indoors.

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