“Yeah, that’s what Maame told me. Hopefully, the courts will spare her since she did her best to get a qualified midwife before going ahead to attempt the duties herself. If not, she’d probably be held liable or something like that. You know Maame already; the girl doesn’t joke with her legal things,” Mr. Alfred Yeboah said to Evelyn.
“Not at all,” she agreed. “Well, it’s time for me to get back to Accra. Great meeting you again. I’ll definitely be keeping in touch to know how Nana is doing.”
“Sure. He had a good first year. No problems, no issues. Just the occasional bullying complaints here and there which I took care of swiftly. Some boys tend to misbehave when they get some seniority, but I’m keenly keeping my eyes on him. Nothing to worry about.”
“I trust you, Mr. Yeboah.” She smiled as she rose from her seat and walked to the front door.
“Greetings to Maame and her husband. And tell her to relax with all of the ‘I put it to you’ things.”
“Haha! I surely will. Goodbye and safe journey, Evelyn!”
“Goodbye, Mr. Yeboah!”
As she walked from the bungalow of her son’s housemaster to the car, she waved to one of the boys standing around the nearby building, asking him to call her boy.
The boy quickly moved to one open door and yelled, “Hey, Nana Po! Your momi dey search you!”
Half a minute later, and he emerged.
Nana Opoku Addo.
A sixteen year old boy of average height, with a pretty muscular frame. With piercing eyes and a round jawline, he was quite a unique kind of young man. He tended to look a lot like his mother, and he also had her strong-willed demeanour, which sometimes made for a couple of unpleasant clashes between the two. Those were far and few in between, however. The bond between Evelyn and her son was one of a kind; there was practically nothing the two kept from each other.
Well, except the full story behind the issue of his fatherlessness.
All Nana knew was that his father had bailed out on them long before he was born, and wanted nothing to do with them. His mother didn’t deem it worthwhile letting him know anything beyond that fact. Besides, her father and two brothers were enough father figures for the boy, she had always reasoned to herself. He had initially not liked the idea, but with time had warmed up to it, seemingly convinced by his mother’s firm assertion that the man who helped bring him into this world had zero intentions of seeing him.
Now a second year student at St. Mary’s Boys SHS, Nana seemed quite satisfied with the state of affairs. Fully supported by his grandfather and Uncles Henry and Ben, he had a lot to be happy about. And as his mother had entrusted him into the hands of his housemaster, who had him work at his home, life was good.
“Nana, it’s time for me to go,” Evelyn started. “Now remember, use your money wisely, and this term, make sure you do better with the Elective Maths. I know it’s difficult, but some extra effort will definitely help.”
“Yes ma. I’ll get some help from Elikem this time round.”
“Good. So your money is with Mr. Yeboah. You already know what to do. Let me leave you to join your boys. God bless, sweetie! Love you!” Evelyn said, punctuating her last statement with a kiss on the forehead. As she entered the passenger seat, the driver waved at him. “Have a good term, Nana!”
“Thank you!” Nana responded, giving a quick wave before turning to rush back to the room he had come from.
The car sped off.
Mr. Yeboah sat in the couch, watching the evening news as his wife completed her mission in the kitchen to make banku with okro stew the way only she knew how to.
“Hmm. These politicians and their blame games,” he murmured to himself as he watched the guest speakers begin the kind of squabble that was nothing strange to any Ghanaian.
“Are they arguing over those unused state vehicles?” his wife asked as she came out of the kitchen with the bowl of food in her hand.
“Hm, Araba. The usual oo. One party trying to pin the blame on the other. The way issues are politicized here diԑԑ…”
“It’s annoying. This issue too, what use is there trying to paint the other party black? It’s already happened. The cars are wasting away. They should just look to get the government to recoup the money wasted. That’s the problem with politics in this nation. No time for solving problems, but all the time in the world for pointing fingers at the source.”
“As well as making fancy promises that are never kept,” he added as he joined Araba at the table. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
The two looked at each other. “He’s in,” said Alfred.
“You were sleeping with Mariam?!” Araba exclaimed incredulously. “Paa Yaw, what the hell is wrong with you? She’s a cousin, for God’s sake! Distant, maybe, but she’s still a cousin! And she’s about 26. You’re 41! What the hell were you thinking?”
Paa Yaw, seemingly doing his best to be oblivious to his cousin’s outburst, shrugged nonchalantly. Since he left Juaben to arrive in Apowa, he knew that was the reaction that would come from her. “I’m sorry, Araba. I know it was wrong. But… it was just too hard to resist. I would’ve said it was the devil that made me do it, but… with that body of hers, no red, horned creature needed to push me…”
“Abrantie, don’t make me come and slap some sense into that stupid coconut of yours!” Araba snapped, already springing to her feet. She certainly didn’t need a high IQ to know that there was absolutely no remorse whatsoever in him, and was ready to deliver a few dirty ones to his face.
“Sweetheart, easy,” Alfred pleaded, rising up to calm his wife. He glared at Paa Yaw as he managed to get them back on the couch. “Paa Yaw, this is a serious issue. This ‘I-don-care’ attitude is not helpful. Doesn’t the fact that you were kicked out once it was discovered mean anything to you? Don’t you care?”
Paa Yaw stayed silent.
“For as long as I’ve known you, it’s been nothing but trouble wherever you go. Problems with keeping a job. Problems with women. Problems with money. Why? What’s wrong with you? Is this the life you want? I remember a few years ago, you were saying you have a whole lot to do with your life. Is this the ‘whole lot’ you were talking about? Moving around the country aimlessly whilst satisfying every flimsy urge of yours? You’re in your 40s, Paa Yaw! Those days of fooling around ended a long time ago!”
Paa Yaw had his head down.
“Listen,” Araba said after a few moments of silence. “You’re here now. In spite of your foolishness, we’ve opened our home to you. What we need from you now is to get yourself together and put your life in order. At least, get a proper job and actually keep it.”
“That’s why I’m here, Araba,” Paa Yaw responded. “Hopefully, I can get something good. I’d like to rest in my room now, if you don’t mind.”
“Fine. You can go.”
He jumped up and quickly went to his room.
Alfred shook his head. “This guy…”
“I just don’t know what to do with him anymore,” Araba complained, her face in her palm as she shook her head. “I just don’t understand him.”
“I dunno, but… sometimes, it feels like he’s running from something. That’s the vibe I get about him sometimes. Like there’s something he has to face, but he continues to choose the flight option… ah well, I don’t know… let’s check CNN and see if Amanpour has started.”
Ooooooh… could it be that Paa Yaw is… hmmm, it could be. Is there a probable reunion in the works? And how is it going to be like? And ugh, isn’t he some nasty dude? All the answers will slowly be unraveled in the coming episodes. Stay tuned!