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Compassion! #5 – Clemency

It was late afternoon, and after going to see her newly adopted family and finding out the necessary expenses she was going to have to be footing from now onwards, she was on her way to church for the follow-up meeting.

She sighed as she arrived at the parking lot. Looking at the cars around, she knew she was in for quite a tough time. Especially that familiar Chevrolet Spark Lite. It meant Nathaniel was around.

His reaction over the phone when she called was anything but friendly. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to explain why she was absent; he was too livid over her no-show to listen to whatever she had to say. Typical of him. Fred was not wrong, he was quite the prim and proper kind of guy, as were most of the others. In love with sticking to the script. If so much as one thing was off detail, trouble.

She took note of the Toyota Camry with the ER registration plate. Barbara was in too. Another stickler for sticking to the script.

Well, Fred did give me that heads-up. Chale, I’m in for quite a drilling. Lord, soften their hearts.

She got out of her car, locked it and made her way to the youth hall where most of the executives would be waiting.

***

“… so that was the reason why I didn’t make it yesterday,” she explained, keeping her voice as calm and confident as possible. Which wasn’t very easy, considering how most of the eyes fixated on her seemed more interested in unleashing their vitriol on her than discovering why she had failed to show up for the previous day’s meeting.

She continued. “I realize that at the very least, I could have borrowed someone’s phone to call one of you and explain what the hold-up was all about. I totally neglected to do that. I just want to say that I’m sorry for my failure to show up.”

Silence all around. She silently prayed that they would at least be moved by the story and accept her reason for the absence.

Nathaniel shook his head. Clearly not impressed by her speech, he said, “Not good enough, Jennifer. Not good enough. Nothing should have prevented you from being here yesterday. Or you’ve forgotten how important the meeting was? That was not the time for you to go around performing welfare duties.”

“Exactly!” Barbara added, also looking very displeased. “There was so much on the agenda, and your presence was needed to sort things out for the convention in the next two weeks.”

Oh boy. Just as I expected. They just won’t accept it.

“But I sent the documents via email…” she attempted to add.

“Not good enough! Just sending the documents and not showing up is not good enough!” Nathaniel interjected, raising his voice. “We’re looking to make sure the upcoming convention is the best one we’ve had in a while, and everyone’s role is necessary. There’s no space for excuses…”

As she received the heavy outpour of rebukes and blasts from the others about her absence, she noticed one of the cleaners coming out of one inner office not too far from where they were seated. He looked oddly familiar. As if she had seen him already today…

“Jennifer!”

Amoateng’s voice snapped her out of her brief distraction. She turned to face them again.

“Are you serious at all? We’re pointing out how serious this action of yours is, and you’re busily staring into space?” Barbara questioned, sounding quite disgusted.

Nathaniel sat back and shook his head as he folded his arms, continuing to give her a hard stare. “I’m not gonna lie, Jennifer. You’re usually someone we can depend on when it comes to these matters. But I’m terribly disappointed in you this time. Very, very disappointed.”

Jennifer told there silently, clearly out of words.

Then the cleaner she had noticed, who had been standing at the exit door, suddenly put down the bucket he had been holding and moved to where the brief meeting was taking place.

Nathaniel held his fire as he noticed the elderly man approaching. He quickly put on a friendly expression and stood up respectfully as the cleaner arrived. “Oh, uh, is there anything you need, boss?” he asked.

The cleaner ignored his friendly show and looked around. Then he began to speak.

“I heard everything that was being said while I cleaned the office, and I must say, I’m disappointed in all of you.”

That took everyone aback. Including Jennifer.

He pointed at her. “This young lady you see right here. Even if she didn’t come for your meeting or whatever it is you’re raging about, she doesn’t deserve the treatment you’re giving her. Do you realize she saved a life yesterday?”

Looking at him again, she realized who it was.

Wait! That’s the cleaner I saw just as I left the hospital this morning! He works here too?

“I was in the room of that woman whose life she saved. The woman spoke to me after I finished my job there. Do you know what she said? She said she had been losing faith in the church. That all the people she knew as believers were not interested in helping her. Church elders. Deacons and deaconesses. All in love with doing big things for church programs. But none of them would lift a finger to help her. She was losing faith until this young lady came her way! Because Christians these days are more concerned with playing church than being the hands and feet of Christ!

“All of you, you’re more concerned with having a perfect program than actually showing the love of Christ to those who need it! Agendas and religion is what you people are more interested in. Do you know you’re no different than the priest and the Levite in the parable of the Good Samaritan?”

Some of them seemed pretty uncomfortable with that statement. A few looked like they were ready to argue with that. Including Nathaniel.

“Sir, with all due respect, you don’t understand. This program is very important…” he began.

“Gentleman, I don’t care about your flimsy little explanations! Now be quiet and listen to me.”

At that point, nobody else wanted to follow in Nathaniel’s footsteps. This man meant business.

“If any of you with this attitude had encountered that little boy, you’d obviously have ignored him. Then what would have happened? An innocent woman would have lost her life, and her children would be orphans by now. Do you know how much that would grieve God’s heart? But it wouldn’t matter to you, would it? Because your focus is all on putting up perfect shows and making people believe God is working. I’m so disappointed in you all. No compassion! None! This is not the attitude of a disciple of Christ!”

At this point, a lot of heads were bowed in shame.

“Do you think this is what Jesus saved you for? Just to come and play church? You think that’s it? Doesn’t the Bible you people read mention how Jesus was moved with compassion for the masses? He wasn’t interested in just preaching a good sermon or having a good reading at the synagogue. It was much deeper than that! You are Christians. Compassion must be in your DNA. Because your Heavenly Father is compassionate!”

Total silence. Unhappy and ashamed faces all around.

He walked over to Jennifer. Patting her on the back, he said, “Let this be a teachable lesson to all of you. Your Christianity means nothing if you’re obsessed with outward shows yet can’t show love and compassion when it’s needed. It means nothing. Follow this young lady’s example. Your programs and all may be important, but to show the love of Christ and make an indelible impact in the life of someone who needs it? That’s what touches God’s heart more than anything else.”

THE END

Remember, at the end of the day, showing compassion to others and being the hands and feet of Christ is essential! As the cleaner said: You are Christians. Compassion must be in your DNA. Because your Heavenly Father is compassionate!

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Compassion! #4 – Charity

As soon as she opened the door to her house, the first thing Jennifer did was to rush to the bedroom to check on her phone.

The screen was dimmer than usual, indicating the battery was dangerously low. 1%, to be exact.

It also revealed 34 missed calls. Majority of which were coming from church executives. A few from her mother, and a few more from her younger brother. Which was probably her mother asking him to try calling her.

Jennifer did a facepalm. “Well, thank God I remembered to send the documents via email. I’d be super screwed a whole lot more than I probably am.”

She took the phone over to where the charger was and plugged it in. As for the meeting with the executives, she’d definitely have to find a way to ease herself out of it. In the meantime, after all the happenings of the previous day, she needed to take a shower.

About fifteen minutes later, and she came back to check on the phone. Satisfied with the percentage, she took it off the hook and dialled the first person she needed to get in touch with.

On the third ring, 0:00 appeared on the screen.

“Mummy!”

“Ei, Jennifer! I was calling you the whole of yesterday, no answer. I even asked your brother to call you. I was getting worried mpo.”

“Yeah, I had a meeting at church to attend yesterday, and I forgot to take my phone with me, and the problem is, by the time I realized it, I couldn’t turn back. That’s why…”

“And you forgot to call back when you got home? Ah well, never mind. I hope everything is okay with you.”

Oh yeah, everything is fine ooo, by God’s grace. But there’s something I wanted to tell you. It’s about yesterday.”

“Saaa?”

“Yeah. And you’ll understand why I didn’t get back to you. Something happened on the way as I was going to the meeting…”

Her mother listened with rapt attention as she filled her in on the events of the previous day. She was filled with a pleasant surprise as Jennifer ended off with the announcement to help cater for the family’s needs.

“Wow! That’s amazing! Jenny the Good Samaritan!”

Jennifer laughed. “I guess so. It’s a good thing, though, right?”

“Oh, of course! You know me and my thoughts about money. If you have it, make sure you’re using it to make a difference in somebody’s life. As for the chilling, the trips, nice clothes and things, those enjoyments are cool, and there’s nothing wrong in spoiling yourself every now and then. But those are just some added benefits. At the end of the day, the money is a tool you must use to make impact. So if that is what you’ll do with your money, it’s good. God will certainly bless you big time.”

Jennifer smiled as she lay on her bed, the phone to her ear. Trust her mother to deliver that wise counsel.

“Amen, Mummy! I’ll go and see them later on in the day, by the way. So I can find out what they’ll need and all that.”

“No problem. If you need any help, I’ll be more than happy to help out.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll definitely let you know where it’ll be necessary.”

“Alright, take care, then, darling.”

“Yes, Mummy. Love you, Mummy!”

She hung up, pleased with how that went. Having Mrs. Hanna Gaisie as a mother was a blessing that could not be underrated in any way. Wise, loving, God-fearing… the absolute package. She was a major reason Jennifer was the virtuous young lady she was.

As she got up, ready to give her phone some more charge time, the screen lit up with the arrival of a call.

It was Fred, her younger brother who had been calling the previous day.

“Hello, Fred,” she answered.

“Yo, Jenny, wossop? Where have you been?”

“Some crazy but amazing set of circumstances bi that happened to me yesterday ooo. While I was on my way to the church meeting. And I left my phone at home too, so chale, I was totally out of coverage area.”

“Saaa? What circumstances?”

“Ask Mummy about it. I just spoke to her.”

“Ah, but nothing spoil if you tell me, lah.”

“Brɛda, I’m sleepy, lah. And my phone battery too is extremely low. You, lemme just summarize it for you: I saved someone from possible death yesterday.”

“Kwɛɛ! Wow! So you turn Superwoman, eh?”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. What a clown this younger brother of hers could be. “Massa, behave yourself. Like I said, Mummy has all the juice, so ask her about it.”

“Okay, okay. So uh, that’s why you missed the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I would’ve called them if I had my phone, but chale, some of these things happen. At least, I guess I have a valid reason for being absent.”

“Well… let’s hope your leaders understand.”

Jennifer was puzzled. “Why?”

“Hmmm. I was chatting with Banahene last night. And apparently, when Amoateng got home, he was quite annoyed. Because you weren’t around. From what I was told, they called you several times, and no answer, and the main ones were absolutely livid. Blasting you left, right and center.”

Jennifer shook her head. “Let me guess. The likes of Nathaniel and Barbara were included.”

“Oh, you know them dada. They were not happy at all, and if the way Amoateng was talking is anything to go by, then they’ve planned to grill the living daylight out of you when your follow-up meeting comes on this afternoon.”

Jennifer sighed. “Well, I’ll apologize, then explain the whole thing to them. They should understand. It’s not like I decided to go somewhere else.”

“Hmmmm. Hopefully, they’ll understand. The way they can be someway at times, especially Nathaniel. I just hope they listen.”

“Oh, they will. They should, in fact. Na human life diɛɛ, you can’t put a price on it. If I had not come through and the lady died, by now her children will be all alone with nobody to help them. That one too is something else.”

“That’s true, mohm. That’s paramount. Ah well, lemme leave you to charge your thing.”

“Cool, cool. I’ll call you later on in the evening, wai.”

“Alright, alright. Bye, Jenny.”

“Bye.”

The call ended, she immediately plugged it back in, heading to her wardrobe to freshen up and get dressed. Once that was over, she’d get in touch with one of the executives and explain her situation.

Surely they were gonna be reasonable about it, wouldn’t they? Yeah, the meeting was a very vital one, but… human life mattered more, right?

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Compassion! #3 – Concern

It was about 6:00 am when Jennifer stirred. Lifting herself from the bench in the reception, she felt a bit stiff in some part of her body. She stared around. Nurses bustling around, busy as ever. A few patients seated around her, waiting to see the doctor on duty.

She yawned and shook her head. Oh yeah, she had left the kids with their mother in the ward. The nurse who had spoken to her had been sweet enough to accommodate them, so that was a good thing.

What a relief it was to have them there. She had certainly been used as a vessel to deliver them from a tragedy that almost nobody would probably care about.

As she rose up, she thought about the family in there.

Clearly, that lady had no help coming in from anywhere. Per what Joseph had said, she had been dismissed as a witch and left to her fate. The slum she found them in was utterly pathetic. And the children were an absolute mess, as far as their clothes and bodily appearance was concerned.

They needed help. Badly. It was not enough to just see that Maame Akua got better physically; her standard of living needed an urgent and immediate cure.

And as she stood there, an idea had just been deposited into her mind. A major idea that would most definitely change those needy lives for the better.

Jennifer decided to step out of the hospital for a moment, to get something to eat. While at it, she would get some food for Maame Akua and the kids as well.

And with the idea being planted in her head, she also felt it would be a good time to have a little chat with God about it. You know, seek a little confirmation before going ahead with it…

 ***

Maame Akua and her kids woke up to meet Jennifer with Hausa koko and chibom (bread and fried eggs), laid out and waiting to be consumed. The mother was beside herself with joy as she and her children ate. “I don’t remember the last time we ate and felt satisfied,” she remarked as she finished off her bowl of koko. “It’s been a hard time for us since my husband died a few years ago. I don’t have a job, we struggle every day to get proper food to eat, Kwaku and Akua are no longer in school because there’s no money to pay their fees, I’ve had to sell almost all my clothes just to help us survive… my dear, life is hard, and if it wasn’t for these two, I don’t know if I’ll find life worth living.”

Jennifer listened with absolute empathy. Exactly as she had expected. What she had heard was a total contrast to her life, which was pretty comfortable, her parents having more than enough money to cater for her and her two brothers, although she was no longer staying with them. This family was definitely on its last leg, and with nobody else moved to help, it would only be a matter of time until they went into extinction.

 Jennifer briefly closed her eyes and bowed her head. Alright, dear Lord, this is it, then. I’ll do it!

“Ma, after all you’ve said,” she started as she lifted her head up and looked straight at Maame Akua, “it won’t be fair of me to just leave you and the children after you’re fully fit. In view of that, I’ve decided to take care of you and your children.”

Maame Akua’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

Jennifer nodded. “Ma, I mean every word. I thought and prayed about it as I went to buy this food, and I know it’s what God expects of me. So don’t worry, I will take care of what you’ll eat, I’ll help you, Kwaku and Kessewaa get some new clothes, I’ll try and get them enrolled in a new school… look, whatever it is, I’ll do it. With the money I have, it’s going to be absolutely no problem taking care of you and your family.” 

Maame Akua looked like she was ready to burst into tears. “Oh, Jennifer, how can I thank you for this? I just don’t know what to say…” She trailed off, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh, Ma, don’t thank me. Thank God that He brought me your way, and that I’m ever ready to do what He wants me to,” Jennifer insisted, giving her a hug. “As far as I’m concerned, once I’m in that position to help you, it would be foolish of me not to do it. Don’t worry one bit, Maame. Just give all the glory to God.”

Wiping away the tears from her eyes with her cloth, she simply murmured words of thankfulness. From facing a bleak and hopeless future to encountering this Good Samaritan, there couldn’t be more to possibly be thankful for. The kids looked excited at the prospect of getting an upgrade in their lives. No doubt, they were tired of staying in the slums with nothing to eat and nothing proper to wear.

Just then, as a janitor stepped into the ward to clean the washroom, Jennifer noticed it was almost eight o’clock. She hadn’t stepped in her house since she had left for the meeting. She had to go and change, and besides, there was another meeting to attend to later on in the afternoon.

“Oh wow. Time dey move fast papa! Ma, please, I need to get going. I have to attend to some things back home,” she explained. “So I’ll be back later on in the afternoon to sort some things out.”

Still wiping away her tears, she nodded. “No problem, my dear. I’ll be waiting.”

“Alright. Joseph! Evelyn! I’m going home. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okayyy!” they replied.

Evelyn held out her arms for a hug. Jennifer grinned and walked over to embrace the little girl, who gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I love you, Jennifer.”

Quite an effect those words had on Jennifer as she exited the hospital and headed for her car. They were stuck in her head as she drove back home. It filled her with a warmth that was so satisfying and fulfilling. Those words of affection coming from a little girl who had been hours away from being an orphan had lifted her spirit, and nothing but feelings of gratitude and pleasure flowed from her heart as she drove on. A little tear of joy stood in her eye as she continued to think about it.  

At a traffic light, she briefly shut her eyes and whispered in her heart, Lord, in so many ways, I feel it was You uttering those words through that precious little child…

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Compassion! #2 – Care

Jennifer opened her eyes. Momentarily confused, she looked around in surprise. What am I doing here?

Then she noticed the two little ones asleep on her lap, and she remembered. How could I forget? I’m here because of Evelyn and Joseph’s mother.

What a day it had been for her. Having taken leave from her workplace for a fortnight, she had relaxed the whole of that morning, preparing for the meeting, planning how well things would go. Now here she was, in the hospital, watching over these two poor, defenseless children as their mother fought for her life. She couldn’t remember the last time she had shed so many tears the way she had that day; it had been such an emotional period for her.

She had been silently praying for a breakthrough in their mother’s recovery as they cried themselves to sleep. Looking down at their now peaceful faces, she sighed. What adorable little darlings they are. I love their names: Joseph Kwaku Gyamfuah and Evelyn Nana Akua Gyamfuah. It’s so disheartening to see them like this. Living in horrible conditions, losing their daddy, now this. Oh, Lord, thank You for using me. I’m so happy I listened to You and attended to Joseph, else these precious ones would be orphans by now…

As these thoughts ran through her head, she briefly remembered the meeting and her phone, but quickly they drifted from her mind. Truthfully, the impact of saving a needy family made these things pale in comparison. She knew they most likely would be super peeved with her, but thinking about how a life was saved, their wrath sounded far better to deal with than the wrath of God.

Evelyn was starting to wake up. As she did, an elderly nurse exited the emergency ward and walked towards. “Miss Jennifer Gaisie?” she asked Jennifer.

She nodded.

“Good. It’s about the lady you brought in. in fact, you need to go down on your knees and thank God. When you brought her in, her condition was terrible. As the doctors attended to her, there was a serious doubt as to whether she’d make it in one piece, especially with the high fever and all. But her condition is much stable now.”

Jennifer’s eyes lit up. “So she’s much better now?”

“Well, not exactly. Her temperature is still quite high, although not as much, but I can assure you she’s out of danger.”

Jennifer raised her hands high to the sky and in a voice of extreme gratitude, thanked God for this piece of news. Evelyn, who was a bit confused, asked her, “What’s happening? How is my mummy?”

She woke Joseph up first before breaking the good news to them; their mother wasn’t going to die. The delight on their faces was a touching sight for her and the nurse. They quickly asked the nurse, “Can we see her now?”

“Oh, sorry dears, but she’s asleep. You can wait for a while, though, and spend the night here with her,” she answered them. No problem for them – as long as their mother was fine, that was OK. They were satisfied to sit and wait with the lovely young girl who had helped save their mother’s life.

As they waited, leaning on her as they moved in and out of light slumber, Jennifer could feel the tension from their little bodies had evaporated. And that brought her a load of relief. She had been as scared as them. Nobody deserved to lose their parent under these conditions, and thankfully, they weren’t going to find themselves in that unfortunate situation.

After about half an hour, and they were allowed to go in to see her. The sick woman looked a bit surprised to see Jennifer. “Um, please, who are you?” she asked in a weak but rather demanding voice. No surprise she didn’t recognize her; the high fever had made her totally lose track of everything that was going on around her when she was taken to the car by Jennifer and the children.

Jennifer quietly went to her bedside and told her everything that had happened the moment she saw Joseph crying on the streets. The children eagerly chipped in from time to time, full of glee, happy to see their mother was now okay to an extent.

When she was done, the mother of Joseph and Evelyn, whom she later asked to be called as Maame Akua, only looked up to the sky, with an expression that spoke more than the words ‘thank you’. She then turned her gaze of gratitude to Jennifer. “My daughter, words cannot describe how grateful I am to you for what you did. Eiii! For you to consider a nonentity like me when you had other matters to attend to…”

“Oh, Ma, don’t say that,” Jennifer gently protested. “Your life is far more important than any meeting or whatever. If I had decided to ignore Joseph and continue with my journey, and the worst had happened, I don’t think my conscience would ever let me be. It was all a part of God’s will; He knows exactly why He wanted me to be stuck in traffic, so I’d see Joseph and come and help you out. Give all the thanks to God; it was all a part of His perfect plan.”

“Hmm, I hear you, my daughter. There is not much I can say right now, I’m so overwhelmed,” Maame Akua replied, that look still on her face.

“Ma, let’s just get some sleep. I’ll stay with you and the children. Once I brought you here, I might as well stay around till morning.”

“But won’t your mother be worried about you?” Maame Akua asked in concern.

Jennifer smiled and shook her head. “I live by myself, Ma, so don’t worry about that. I’ll be fine. I’ll just get the nurse to get something for the children to sleep on. I’ll be in the reception.”

Maame Akua nodded.

Jennifer then stepped out, went to look for the elderly nurse and got her to get some cloths for the young ones. Once they were settled in, and almost asleep, she made her way to the reception, where there were a few others asleep.

Lying on the nearest bench, she let out a deep sigh of relief. A few hours ago, she had cried out to Jesus to save their mother. And He did not disappoint.

“Thank You, Jesus,” she whispered as she closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

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Compassion! #1 – Consideration

It was five-thirty on a Friday afternoon. Jennifer locked the door to her house, and walked along, humming to herself as she prepared for the meeting at church. She opened the door to her Honda CR-V and drove off.

A young, vibrant woman with a passion for God, Jennifer was the secretary for the main youth group in her church, and she loved her job to the maximum. Nobody could deny her dedication and commitment to her duties, and many of the pastors held her in high regard.

This meeting she was going for, however, was a meeting of pretty high importance, and her presence was urgently needed to rectify a few issues concerning the group.

As she drove along, her car’s stereo bumping out the sounds of Mali Music, she reached for her phone on the other seat to call the youth group president to let him know she was on her way. It wasn’t there. “Oh, crap!” she said to herself. “I totally forgot to take it out whilst I was charging it. Oh, chale.”

Well, too late to turn back for it, as she had already found herself on the main road; she had to move on. The music on deck soon made her forget the phone, and she was busily singing along as she sped on to the meeting.

All the glory belongs to You, all the glory belongs to You, O God,” she sang, still on her journey. Then she found herself in traffic. Groaning, she looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. Without the traffic, she’d be a fifteen-minute drive away, but with this familiar traffic, an extra thirty minutes would be on the cards. The meeting was scheduled to start in thirty minutes.

“Oh, Lord, pleeease let this traffic move faster. I just can’t afford to be late,” she silently prayed.

It didn’t work. The traffic lived up to its expectations, keeping her in the line for half an hour before she could move on.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it. Now I’m late for this meeting, and I can’t even call Lawrence to let him know why I’ll be late. Why kraaa did I leave my phone at home?” she whined to herself, picking up a little speed. Then as she turned a junction, she noticed a little boy of about six years cuddled up in a corner. There were a few cars passing by, but none seemed to take notice of him. From the distance which she was at, she could see the redness in the boy’s eyes; it was quite obvious he had been crying.

Jennifer slowed down a bit, a bit oblivious to the taxi behind her. “I wonder what could be wrong with this little boy. Maybe I should get down and find out what it is,” she said. Then the meeting came to mind. “Oh, but I’m already late for this meeting. I have to get going.” She started to move on, but two seconds later, she stopped abruptly. She took a look at him. He was now wiping his eyes. Looked like his tear glands were in function yet again.

Jennifer was always one who took serious precaution when dealing with strangers and all. But upon seeing the boy in his miserable state, she had a very strong conviction to go and see what it was that had the boy so miserable. She knew she had to go for the meeting, but with the feeling inside her, she’d probably not be at peace with herself if she left.

After a moment, followed by the honking of the taxi behind her, she decided, “I’ll stop here and see what’s wrong with him. The meeting can wait.” So she moved her car to the side of the road and parked. All her attention was on the boy, so she hardly heard the nasty words the taxi driver threw at her when he passed by.

She walked to the boy, still crying, bent down and gently asked, “My dear, what’s wrong? Why are you sitting out here crying?”

The boy looked up at her, unable to speak. He just shook his head and raised his arms about, as if he was trying to find the appropriate words to describe his situation.

Uh-oh. I hope this boy isn’t dumb. I don’t understand a tint of sign language! Jennifer thought. “Come on now, talk to me,” she urged him. “Maybe I can help. What is it?”

He looked at her, then slowly, opened his mouth. “My.. my…my mummy is dying.”

Jennifer was horrified. “What’s wrong with her?”

Two tears rolled down the boy’s face, and he wiped them before continuing. “She got malaria about a week ago. We don’t have money to buy drugs. I don’t know who to turn to; my daddy is dead. My uncles and aunties think my mummy killed him, so they don’t want to mind us. Nobody wants to help us. So she’s in bed right now. I just can’t…” he trailed off, the tears starting to fall again.

At this rate, Jennifer’s eyes were filled with tears themselves. Judging by the clothes on the boy, it was obvious his story was true. His clothes were horribly faded, as if he had worn them continuously for three months. Before she could say anything, he continued in a wobbly voice. “You know, my mummy always taught me and my little sister to pray no matter what. Since she fell sick, we’ve been praying and praying, yet nobody wants to help us. None of our uncles or aunties care. People drive us away when we ask. I…I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m crying to God for help, but He’s not hearing me! Why? Whyyy??”

If that first speech from the boy helped form Jennifer’s tears, this one helped push them out of her eyes. Watching the boy start to cry loudly, the tears flowed at a fast pace, fueled by the misery of this young poor boy lamenting his mother’s pathetic condition.

I can’t let this young boy lose his mother. I need to find her and take her to the hospital ASAP! “Sweetheart, she asked, sniffing, “Where do you live? I’ll take her to the hospital straight away.”

The boy looked up at her, his eyes shining all of a sudden. “Really? You’ll do that?”

She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yes, I will. Take me to your house and let’s get her to the hospital right now.”

He sprung up with delight. “WOW! Thank you so much, madam! Come let me show you my house!” He pulled her along through a lane littered with empty water sachets. At the end of it was a cluster of houses, all joined together. Typical slum on the streets of Accra.

She was looking all around her as she was led to the place where the little boy lived. He opened a wooden net door with a torn net and led her in.

The place was so small and cramped, almost equal to a prison cell. This living room is about a quarter of my bedroom, she thought as she looked around.

“My mummy is in here,” the boy said, pointing to a room with no door. She peered into the room.

There lay his mother on a small mattress on the floor, shivering uncontrollably and muttering intelligible stuff to herself. She was clearly in awful shape. A little girl was sitting next to her on the floor, face streaked with tears, clearly devastated at how her mother’s condition seemed to deteriorate by the minute.

“Mummy, please don’t die. Mummy, please don’t die. I beg you, please don’t die,” she said repeatedly to her mother, who was oblivious to these vain pleas.

The sheer helplessness on the little girl’s face, coupled with the evident high fever and the deplorable surroundings, was too much for Jennifer to bear. Hand over her mouth, tears streamed down her face as she beheld the heart-rending sight before her.

“Evelyn, this lady is here to help us,” the boy said to his sister. “She’s taking Mummy to the hospital.”

Evelyn looked up to Jennifer as she went over to lift their mother up. “Please don’t let our mummy die. Please,” she pleaded, pity in her eyes.

“I won’t, sweetie. That’s why I’m here,” Jennifer assured her. Within a few minutes, she had the two children and their mother in the car, off to the hospital.

Arriving at an exclusive private hospital, where the terribly sick lady would have the care and attention she needed, Jennifer informed the nurses of her condition, and they duly had her rushed to the emergency room, as her case was an extremely serious one. “Will she make it?” she asked one of the nurses nervously.

The nurse turned to her, a sympathetic look on her face. “Young lady, it’s a very good thing you brought her now. We’re going to do what we can, but I can’t assure you she’ll survive. She might go into a coma, or even worse, not make it. All you can do right now is pray.”

So she and the little ones waited anxiously in the reception. The two children continued to cry, still aware their mother might not make it.

“God, please don’t let our mummy die. Our daddy is already dead, and nobody will take care of us if she dies. Please, God, don’t her die,” they said mournfully, clinging to Jennifer.

Jennifer rarely cried, but with all that had gone on that day, her tear glands were in overdrive, and despite shedding so many tears earlier, the trepidation of the young ones at becoming helpless orphans was enough to provoke a fresh batch.

“Don’t cry, dearies. God won’t let her die,” she said to them, holding them tight in an embrace. Tears still coming out of her eyes, she looked up to the heavens, and said a silent prayer…

 Jesus, save their mother! Please, save their mother…

Let’s see what happens in part 2…

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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP12 – The Good, The Bad & The Indecisive

Well, here it is! The finale of season 2!!

Didn’t think time would move so quickly, but chale, it has. So, whatever you’ve been wondering, especially with regards to the Adamtey-Aniyah saga, it’s about to be answered. And you may be stunned. Or not. I dunno. Let’s see how it ends, and subsequently, what you can expect for season 3…

“Ah, but why would you leave your AirPods in my office?” he asked, irritated by the prospect of having to go all the way to her place to return it to her, as she seemed to be asking.

“It’s not my fault, Mr. Adamtey!” Aniyah whined over the phone. “It was just one of those things. But I beg you, I need them. Urgently.”

“It can wait,” he responded coldly. “I’m busy. I have stuff to do. Besides, you can buy new ones, so what’s your beef?”

“Please, Manny! I beg you,” Aniyah pleaded. “There’s nothing wrong with just bringing it over and going. It’s not like I want you to come and have sex with me. I just need my thing. It’s mine, after all.”

“But it can wait. Why, will you win a million dollars if you use them tonight?”

“Nooooo! Please! Is it too much to ask for you to just return it? Please. I understand that our relationship is over. I’m not asking for a second chance. Just return my thing to me, that’s all. That’s it. I need it. Please.”

Adamtey shook his head. He was really weary of this dumb woman. As to why she was so insistent on getting some irrelevant gadgets back that evening, he didn’t know. There was a reason why he had ignored her calls earlier, and now he wished that thirteenth call hadn’t broken his defense.

And he wasn’t that stupid to believe her when she claimed there was no amorous intention on her part; he had a strong feeling that was exactly what she was up to. That she wanted a second chance after being absolute rubbish in bed.

“You said I should never set foot on your work premises again. So I can’t come there to take it. Else I would have. Please, you can just meet me at the gate and give it to me. That’s fine. Please…”

But then again, she was right. The AirPods did belong to her, and he didn’t exactly have the right to deprive her of them. And he indeed no longer wanted her within ten feet of the Voltage Office.

In any case, if she tried any nonsense, he had already shown her excerpts of his strength, and he wouldn’t hesitate to give her a good disciplining should the opportunity bring itself.

“I know you despise me now. No problem. But please, I’m begging you. This is all I’m asking for. Please, Sir. Please.”

He sighed out loud.

“Fine. Fine,” he murmured grudgingly. “I’ll bring you your stupid AirPods tonight.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Manny! I promise I’ll never, ever worry you again after this.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed as he hung up. Stupid girl, he thought to himself.

He looked up at the clock in his office. It was about 8 minutes past 8 o’clock.

“Nine. I’ll leave here at nine. Go give the ofui her stupid Pods, then I can go meet Eben for our little discussion. And get that number I desperately need.”

***

Hey, Edem!”

“Hey, big man!” Edem greeted as Anasah opened the gate for him. “Is Diamond around?”

He nodded. “Yes. Still not totally over the whole thing though.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. I have some news for her that might lift her spirits, though. Can you call her for me?”

“Alright!” he sped into the house as he walked to the balcony and took a seat. A few minutes later, Diamond stepped out, a pretty bland expression on her face.

“Diamond,” he started, putting his hand in his pocket, “I know you’re cut up about the whole betrayal thing. I’m so sorry it went down like that. I really am.”

She sighed as she took a seat next to him. “I’m doing okay, but there’s still some hurt, Edem. To think I was holding hands with the enemy. I trusted her so much. And she… she…”

“It’s alright, Dee, it’s alright,” he consoled, rubbing her on the back. “I can only imagine how hurt you must be feeling. It’ll never be easy to discover that someone you considered a friend never liked you. Just go through the process, alright? You’ll be fine. At least you found out before she totally sabotaged you.”

She nodded, a little pout on her face as she looked down.

“Have you heard from her since you confronted her?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Blocked me everywhere. From WhatsApp to IG.”

“S-M-H. No shame. She’ll rather cut you off than make an attempt to make amends. Don’t stress yourself, Dee. You’re better off without her.”

She nodded quietly.

“Oh, by the way, I got another audio for you. From my snitch, Gyamfua,” he said, snickering as he took his phone out.

Diamond looked up at him dryly. “What, Shormeh’s planning an assassination plot or something against her?”

He laughed. “No, silly. Forget that backstabbing witch. This is something you’ll definitely want to hear.”

He played the audio.

Hey, Edem. So, since I found out about the witch sabotaging your friend’s searches, I happened to contact one of the girls with the sandwich and wrap business. Maabena Agyei. I must admit, chale, her wraps… Edem, her wraps!!! Staaaaap! One of a kind! So I passed by her place, got to talking with her, and she said nobody contacted her about any partnership thing, but she’s open to one. I told her about Diamond, and she wants to meet her. So let her know that the witch has failed. I’m sending you the contact right now. But I beg, tell her the way she stripped me was not fine. That one di33, I’ll say it.

Diamond had her eyes wide open by the end of the voice note. “For real?”

He nodded. “I even called her on the way here. Told her you’re having a little issue, but you’ll get in touch with her as soon as possible. And judging by her tone of voice, she sounds very excited to meet you.” He touched her chin. “So that’s a little something to lift your spirits.”

She smiled, looking quite relieved. “Good news from a far country. Thank God!”

“Indeed. Shormeh said she’ll do the devil’s work. She doesn’t know God doesn’t sleep, eh?”

Diamond laughed, then proceeded to give Edem a tight embrace. “Thank you so much, Edem. What would I have done without you, boy? You’re a blessing. An absolute God-send, honey.”

She had no idea how deeply those words touched Edem as he wrapped his arms around her. Especially with the way he was beginning to feel about her…

“Oh, and tell her I’m sorry, wai. I was in the moment.”

Edem was too busy relishing her embrace to even hear what she said.

***

“Yeah, Eben, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just give me a moment. Gonna pass somewhere real quick, then I’ll join you… alright, bye.”

Adamtey put his phone in his pocket as he stepped out of the car and looked at the familiar gate. Sneering at it, he walked over and banged the gate.

He then noticed it was unlocked. He shook his head. What a klutz she could be, leaving her gate unlocked.

“And it’s stuff like this that proves why she gets no respect from me,” he muttered to himself as he opened it and stepped in. “Dumbest bitch on the planet-“

Suddenly, he felt an excruciating, crushing blow at the back of his head.

Instant blackout.

***

“Alright, so I go return by Sunday evening. So just hold the fort give me.”

Those were the last words from Toby to KayBee before he grabbed his bag and exited Room 23.

Larissa had called him and asked him to come home for the weekend, so he was handing over the ice chest to his next door neighbour. He hadn’t been told what he was needed for, but an opportunity to go home for the weekend was definitely not one he’d turn down for anything. It was his turn to watch Serwaah at her weekend dance lessons, so there was that to look forward to.

As he walked out of the hostel to the forefront of the area where food was being sold, he waved to the kelewele seller.

Passing by the khebab seller, he saw a familiar shape. A shape he’d rather avoid. As he passed by, though, the figure turned and saw him.

“Toby!”

“Oh hey, Delphine. What’s up?” he responded, gulping nervously.

“Nothing much, honey. Just getting myself some meat for the night. Where are you off to?”

“Home. My old folks want me home this weekend, so I’m setting off. Kay-Bee will take care of the water while I’m gone, so…”

“Aww, Mummy and Daddy miss their boy. That’s so cute!” Delphine gushed, teasingly touching his cheek. “So you’ll be back on Sunday evening?”

“Yeah. I have one of those 7 am lectures, so I don’t have the luxury of staying home for too long.”

“Oh, OK. OK. That’s nice. But me and you, we have fight ooo.”

“Oh,” Toby responded, looking genuinely confused at that point. “But… but what did I do?”

“You, you don’t want to visit me! After how loyal I am to your business and all that,” she accused, pouting.

There rose a brief feeling of tension in Toby’s chest. “Oh, uh, that? Well… uh, I never thought about that, to be honest.”

“Well, come around, sweetie. I’m in a single room, just like you. And you know, it gets boring sometimes. Having some company would be… more than welcome,” she slurred, a sly and seductive smile across her face.

Toby felt like he couldn’t breathe at that point. His heart pounded as he watched her expectant expression. He knew she was beginning to move in for the kill, and the best thing to do was to rebuff her advances. Yet, he felt too scared to offend her. And besides, as much as he hated to admit it, he was still very much enamoured by her. “Sure, sure, uh… I’ll look into that when I come back on Sunday,” he blurted out.

She smirked in satisfaction. “Great. Can’t wait to have you visit me. Well, I gotta go back now. I’ll see you later.” With that, she blew a kiss at him before walking off.

Toby groaned silently to himself as he moved his bag from his back and placed it in front of him to hide the excitement Delphine had caused downstairs.

At this point, he could sense something like an angel and a demon on each side of him, advancing their different agendas.

The angel was saying, “Toby, you know this is wrong. You know this is not acceptable. Don’t fall for it. Remember, cut off everything that causes you to sin. She’s indirectly made it obvious what she wants. Don’t fall into the trap! Remember what Diamond told you. It will end in tears, Toby. Cut her off and save your spirit, soul and body from unnecessary drama!”

The demon was saying, “Toby, look at her. Look at those big breasts. Those curvy hips. That devastating ass. Do you really want to pass it over? When she’s making it clear she wants you? Herh, Toby, don’t be a fool oo! Massa, strike while the iron is hot! Look at how she bounced those two guys for you. Guy, if you listen to that other voice, you’re a big fool. Seize the opportunity, lah!”

Delphine Awittor was officially a problem for him. And these two voices were making their positions clear. One reminding him of what could be in store if he fell for this temptation. The other appealing to his sensual feelings.

As he walked on, he knew one thing was for sure: whatever decision he would come to, had to be done and done firmly and quickly.

***

“Ah. What’s wrong with her phone?” Kwame said to himself as his fifteenth attempt to call Akinyi that day was met with an automated response that her phone was off. He put the phone back in his pocket and wondered what was wrong. It was very unusual of her to turn off her phone.

He had been standing by Oscar’s car for almost twenty minutes, waiting as his cousin was occupied with helping to set up some equipment in the church for a program the following morning. He was beginning to get impatient; they should have finished five minutes ago.

“Ugh, where is he?” he moaned out loud.

As if on cue, he saw Oscar step out of the building, talking on the phone.

Kwame folded his arms, the impatient look on his face maintained to express his displeasure at being made to wait for so long.

The look changed to that of concern, however, upon seeing the look on his cousin’s face as he got closer. Oscar looked very worried and shaken by whatever it was he was hearing.

“Hmmm… alright… alright. Bye-bye,” he said quietly as he arrived.

“Umm, what’s wrong?”

Oscar sighed. “I got a call from Adelaide.”

“Ah, why? Did she…”

Oscar shook his head. “No, no, no, not that. She said she’s been at the hospital this evening. It’s about Aki.”

Kwame’s blood suddenly turned cold. Ever since the passing of his mother, terror gripped him whenever he heard the name of a loved one of his and ‘hospital’ in the same sentence.

Oscar took a look at the sudden switch to fright in Kwame’s eyes and shook his head.

“Chale. Turns out her auntie’s suggestion to confirm at a different hospital was justified. She went to Barton Hospital, and it turns out the first hospital had the results totally off.”

Kwame nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm?”

Chale, the cramps and the fatigue and all that. Indeed, it’s not IBS. But they apparently had to do some extra tests, and with what the new results showed, the condition is much worse.”

“Uhh, wh-wh-what is it?” Kwame whispered.

Oscar looked down, let out another sigh and looked back into Kwame’s eyes, wishing he didn’t have to say what he was about to say.

And at the mention of her condition, Kwame’s facial expression grew pale and full of disbelief.

“It’s… it’s cancer… Colon cancer…”

***

There was a muffled scream as the cold, hard metal bat made contact with his butt once it was clear he had regained consciousness.

“Hey, will you keep quiet before I smash that stupid brain of yours? Keep quiet!”

Overwhelmed by the biting agony borne by that hit, coupled with the terrible pain in his head caused by the same bat when he entered the house, his body violently vibrated as he tried to comply with the orders. He had never experienced this kind of agony before. A blinding pain.

And he wished at this point that he had never fallen for her passionate plea to return the AirPods. From the look of things, it was all a well-calculated plan, and he had fallen right into the trap. Lying on the floor, hands tied behind his back, he knew she had used the period of his unconsciousness to have him gagged up. Now she stood over him, a dark expression on her face.

What a mistake it had been to return here. This had been a plot to attack him. How in the world did she come up with something this devious?

There was a laugh from her. The most sinister laugh he had heard from her since he had gotten to know her.

“Hahahaha! Oh, Emmanuel Adamtey,” she said with an eerie amusement. “Handsome Emmanuel Adamtey. Political firebrand Adamtey. Incredible sex machine Adamtey.”

Her voice then turned menacing. “You are such a piece of s**t, you know. A world-class bastard. You really thought I was gonna let you treat me like soiled toilet roll? Use me, then flush me away? After treating me the way you did? You thought you could rape me, hurt me, debase me to the lowest form, then effortlessly dispose of me with no consequences? You are mad, okay, you are mad! Stupid animal.”

His eyes were filled with fright as he looked up at her. The glint of madness in her eyes was bone-chilling. She looked ready to do serious damage to him.

“I dunno what made me think you were untouchable. I dunno what made me think you’d get away with it. But whatever it is, damn, it lost its power over me. You’re nothing, Emmanuel Adamtey. Nothing. You’ve scorned this bad bitch for too long. You remember what I said, don’t you? Never underestimate such a woman, coz she’ll mess you up and not be the least bit moved.”

With that, she readied herself to lift up the bat and cause more damage to him. He panicked at her action.

“Please, Aniyah, please,” he pleaded, his heart beating furiously, “we can work this out in a better way. Please.”

“Better way?” she scoffed. “Better way, you say?”

“Yes, yes, a better way,” he replied, nodding his head, the desperation on his face crystal clear as words tumbled out of his mouth. “Look. Please. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. For all I’ve done. I’m sorry. Whatever you want from me, I’ll do it. But please, don’t do this.”

She looked at him skeptically, not moved by his pleas at all. Holding it across her chest, she gave him that same look, then turned away, snickering to herself as she took a few steps away from him.

Managing to sit up, he looked at her and shook his head. “Huh. Imagine getting pummeled for some trivial crap. That’s new,” he muttered to himself.

A little too loudly.

“Wait, what?”

Those words came out with a sudden sharpness. Something in her had snapped upon hearing that.

“What did you just say?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she turned and glared down at him.

He felt uneasy at this point. The fire in her eyes blazed at a racing pace. He did not realize his murmur was that loud. And now he wished he had not let it out.

“Nothing, nothing. It was no-“

“You call what you did to me trivial?” she growled, the grip on the bat tightening as she clenched her teeth, infuriated by the word.

He shook his head vigorously, frightened by her actions. “No, no, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant…”

“You raped me, and you have the nerve to call it TRIVIAL??” she screamed, raising the bat and landing it heavily on his arm.

He screamed at the devastating impact of metal on his body as he fell back to the floor.

“No, no, no, please, I beg, I’m sorry…,” he gasped hurriedly.

It was too late. He had used the wrong word at the wrong time, and now all the fury and pain inside her had broken loose and all she could feel was an overwhelming desire to hurt him as much as she could.

“YOU RAPED ME! YOU TREATED ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! YOU DESTROYED MY F***ING LIFE! AND YOU SAY IT’S TRIVIAL! YOU STUPID BASTARD!” she screamed uncontrollably as she began to wildly batter him. His cries and pleas were drowned out by her angry screams, the memory of his cruel treatment the fuel that kept her hitting him with a rabid ferocity.

As she continued to pummel him with intense strikes, his screams of agony grew lighter and lighter. Particularly as her aim spread to different areas of his body. She didn’t care whichever part of his body got hit; what mattered was that it got hit.

Eventually, he went silent as she continued to yell out with each strike, “YOU MONSTER! YOU BEAST! YOU ANIMAL! F*** YOU! F*** YOU!”

After over two and a half minutes of extreme anger, rage-filled screaming and relentless clobbering, she took one last strike and came to a stop, breathing heavily. As she inhaled and exhaled loudly, she looked around her.

Her moment of rage had turned quite bloody. Red splattered all around the living room.

She raised her bat. Stained with blood.

She looked down at Adamtey.

An absolute bloody mess. His head split open, his face unrecognizable, his body broken, battered and bludgeoned.

His chest still. No rise to indicate an inhalation.

She shook her head as the reality of her actions dawned upon her.

Emmanuel Adamtey was dead.

All the pain and rage indwelling in her since the night he violated her and continued to treat her with no sympathy or compassion had been unleashed with the way he referred to it all as a mere trifle. All guns blazing. And he hadn’t survived the onslaught.

This was not exactly as she had planned. A broken leg was what she had aimed for, at most.

Taking deep breaths as she looked at the damage on her living room floor, however, the steely look on her face eliminated any possibility that she felt guilty.

Dropping the bat on the body, she walked over to the center table where her phone lay. She picked it up and dialled a number, putting the phone to her ear as it rang.

“Hello? Yeah, Police. Yeah, well… my name is Aniyah Johnson, and I just murdered a son of a bitch in my house. Are you gonna come and get me or not?”

Well…… very little to say right there. Brutal, that’s what I can say. Adamtey was certainly a scumbag, but… wow…

And that’s how season 2 ends, y’all! MTD Season 3 will return in April, God willing. In the meantime, though, the State is growing, and there’s more to it than our beloved Dolphynes. More riveting stories will be arriving while we wait for Season 3. Watch out for those!

Oh, and by the way, State of Dabar is on all the major social media platforms! Go ahead and follow them all, and get updates on what’s new and all that. Name is State of Dabar across all platforms.

Stay blessed!!

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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP11 – Oh Ye Traitor

So it’s Valentine’s Day, and we’re edging closer to the final episode of this season. Discovered more readers over the course of time, and boy, am I glad y’all are following. Makes it all worth the plans I have for this State. Anyways… after this episode is the link for the Val’s Day story I promised, so prepare yourself for that. In the meantime, where doth the story go? Answer is below…

“Yeah, yeah, so you, don’t worry about it. Just let them know it was an error. I’ll handle it myself, alright?… Yeah, right after my interview. Alright… don’t stress yourself out, Rosa. We all make mistakes sometimes… good girl, good girl. Alright, then. Bye.”

Adamtey hung up as he turned off his engine at the car park of the radio station he was scheduled to appear on that morning. A little e-mail gaffe had been committed by his secretary, and she was tearfully apologizing. Adamtey had a lot of patience for that woman, however, and reassured her all was well.

He shook his head as he reflected on what he had told her. We all make mistakes sometimes.

Indeed. He wasn’t immune. He had made his own mistakes.

One of which was Aniyah Johnson. Thinking she was the sweetest source of satisfaction ever. He had not even remotely expected she’d become worse than a log. A flipping log! If there was anything Emmanuel Adamtey did not deserve, it was an inactive, unresponsive woman under him. Ticked him off more than anything.

Well, at least that’s over, he thought to himself as he opened the door and got out. She had been tossed out. Consigned to the Recycle Bin of his life.

As far as his new target was concerned, he had to wait. He had subtly tried getting her number from his lawyer, but Mr. Agbettoh was proving a little too hard. They had a little meeting that Friday, however, where they would go over the final details before meeting Larissa again, and Adamtey was intent on giving him pressure until he linked them up.

Nothing was gonna keep him from this one. Nothing.

***

Aniyah sat up in the backseat of her E250 and rubbed her eyes, looking in the mirror and finding them bloodshot and haggard.

She had not stepped into her house after returning from the Voltage Office last night. She rather spent the night crying and screaming in the car, deeply wounded by Adamtey’s treatment of her. His physical treatment of her over the past few weeks had been nothing short of horrid, but those words of his took things to a whole new level. After destroying her in so many ways, he had effortlessly discarded her and made her feel like she was devoid of value.

An absolutely soul-crushing experience.

Not to mention the persistent comparison with the lawyer woman he kept talking about. Even as she took the files from his car for him, he continued to compare her body with that of the other lady and proclaim her as absolute crap. His words were like a horrid confirmation of what someone’s silence had implied a few years back. Her past returning to kick her in the gut, harder than before.

And to top it all off, he literally kicked her out of the office, warning her to never set foot on the work premises again.

After sexually, physically, mentally and psychologically abusing her, he had just tossed her away. As if nothing about her mattered.

There was no doubt about it, Aniyah was devastated. Overwhelmed by anguish.

Taking a few minutes to breathe, she sat still, letting the little exercise fill her with a bit of calmness. Reaching what she felt was an acceptable level, she reached over and turned the radio on.

The station on her dial was holding its regular breakfast show, and who happened to be one of their panelists for the day?

Mr. Emmanuel Adamtey, of course.

Hearing his voice, she squeezed her eyes shut, her soul getting caught up in a raging tornado of heartache, grief… and anger.

She began to seethe as he spoke. Rage now spreading through her innermost being like a bad epidemic, the sound of his voice made her angry. All she could think about was what a heartless, despicable bastard he was for treating her like she had an inferior kind of blood and skeleton.

“Monster!” she spat, switching the radio off. That was definitely not what she needed to begin the day with. She’d rather listen to Cardi B.

She reached for her bag to get her AirPods. Rummaging through its contents, she realized they weren’t in her bag. “Ah, but where did I leave them?” she wondered out loud.

After a moment, it came back to her. She last left them on the couch where he had had his way with her. In his office.

“Ohhhh, s**t!” she cursed out loud, slamming her fist against the passenger seat. Shaking her head, she murmured to herself, “I’ll just have to go get myself some new ones now. No f***ing way am I going back there. Or letting him come here. Satanic beast! God knows what I’d do to him at this point in time if I saw him!”

No sooner had those words left her mouth than she suddenly frowned.

Wait. Was there an idea coming up?

***

“What? Are you kidding me right now?” Akinyi asked in disbelief.

“Hmmm. I heard the audio for myself. To think we were convinced that Diamond has a ride-or-die team behind her. Turns out Naa Shormeh is a two-timing, backstabbing witch. So many horrible things. None of which are true. Admitting to sabotaging the whole partnership thing, smearing Diamond black to a bunch of girls. Ugh! Traitor!” Kwame informed her, the disgust apparent in his voice.

“We had a susu-pon in our midst? Damn! I can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I, Aki. Neither can I. I mean, it’s bad enough that you’re pulling her back. But all kinds of nonsense, like how Diamond holds her parents to ransom and how she hates her brothers. Ah!”

“She’s sick. Spreading stuff that we all know is not true. Such witchcraft!”

“Well, your words come to mind, though. About how jealous ones will always be exposed. Here it is.”

“Indeed. With what you’re saying, it’s obvious Diamond has to get her out. Fast!”

“Chale, no joke. The Red Wedding statement kraaa is what scared me.”

Akinyi sighed. “Here we go. Mr. GoT on the analysis thing.”

“No, seriously. That Game of Thrones moment is terrifying. Terrifying and unexpected. So if she’s saying that, then chale, the level of sabotage she has planned… hmmm, it’ll be something else.”

“Okay ooo, Analytical Benson. I have heard you. I won’t argue with you.”

“But why would you even want to argue with me? You’ve never even watched Game of Thrones before. Even Jon Snow is a stranger to you.”

“Shut up, Kwame. Well, I have to get to the hospital this morning.”

Kwame’s snicker stopped at the mention of ‘hosptial’. “Mmmmm. Your IBS results?”

“Yeah, well… actually, they came out negative, but my auntie wanted me to do a second test at another clinic, to be doubly sure. In any case, I need to get checked up on the fatigue issue. Must be anaemia or something.”

“Yeah, I’ve experienced that before. Drains the life out of you. Well, keep in touch, bestie. Let me know how things go.”

“Alright, Mr. Benson. I will. And I sure hope Diamond gets that snake out. Talk to you later!”

“Oh, she better! Bye, doll.”

***

“Chale, this History of Western Medicine assignment no be easy oo!” Eric Ewudzi grumbled as he sat on a bench outside their lecture room with a few others colleagues, including Toby.

“I promise. The research alone be full-time job,” Wisdom agreed. “But thank God for Toby and Confi. The way them mow eh, chale, no jokes!”

“Oh, ahiaa,” Toby laughed as he took out his research papers. “Confi wey she get all the juice, chale.”

Confidence smirked. “Please, boy. I’m just a deputy shark here. You are the boss.”

“You diɛɛ, if I decide to debate with you, we’ll not solve this question…” Toby said in amusement. His phone rang, and he checked to see it was Oscar. “I beg, guys, let me quickly answer this, then we’ll start.” He answered the phone. “Yeah, Oscar.”

“Chale, emergency! You need to come to Rufai’s center. Something could go down.”

Toby was alarmed. “Why, what’s happening?”

“I just ended lectures, and I was driving to the nearest photocopy shop. I passed by that place and I saw Naa Shormeh’s car. That car she’s been driving to our place. And guess who I just saw heading to that spot?”

“Diamond?”

“Yes! Chale, I don’t have a good feeling about this. It might turn slightly ugly if care isn’t taken. I know you might be busy, but this be crucial.”

Toby was skeptical. “Ah, but do you really think things will get out of hand? Rufai’s place is a public side ooo. I doubt they’re ready to muddy themselves like that.”

“Toby, listen. Diamond told me she spoke to Shormeh this morning, and the witch told her she was meeting some girls to get them to agree to usher for the grand opening in the future. She said she deliberately told her she’ll be doing other stuff. I dunno why it didn’t occur to me, but… it could get ugly, bro. I need you here. Now.”

Toby sighed. “Fine, fine. I’m coming.” He hung up, then called Confidence to whisper into her ear what was transpiring. Looking concerned, she encouraged him to go, as he excused himself from the group discussion.

***

“But Naa, you be evil genius ooo! Herh! What you did to the Diamond girl, eh. Serious levels!” one of the girls said as they sat on the chairs provided outside Rufai’s center.

She smiled and shook her head. “Sister geh, it is smartness. Without strains of smartness in your genes diɛɛ, any fool can roll you over oo.”

“Abi you diɛɛ, you’ve rolled her over,” another one of them laughed.

“Of course. Ah, with all you have, you still want to fly, so that the rest of us will do what? BS!”

Some of the girls’ facial expressions changed as they noticed the object of their discussions approaching. They tried to draw Shormeh’s attention to it by making zipping motions with their fingers. Her eyes not on them, she continued to voice out her contempt for Diamond.

She eventually noted their actions, and immediately turned to see the reason for same.

Diamond stood there. She gave a mock clap as she moved closer to them.

“Well done, Naa Shormeh. Well done. Madam chorister. So this is the squad you claimed you would get to usher at the opening this morning? Fantastic work. Ain’t no stopping you now for real, baby girl.”

The gossip squad was stunned. Naa Shormeh was on her feet, a mixed look of guilt and shock on her face.

“Shormeh, I thought we were friends. I took you to be my girl. My bosom buddy. The girl I can vibe with for hours on end. Is that my crime? Is that why you’ve decided to assassinate my character and try to destroy my dreams? Really? What wrong did I do you? For you to tell these girls such blatant lies about me and my family!”

Shormeh was speechless. So were her cohorts.

“You were able to look me in the face and lie to me that things will be alright, when you knew so damn well that you were the very one working behind the scenes to ensure it won’t be alright? Ei, Shormeh? What kind of wickedness is this? How do you see me joke around with my brothers and turn around to say I hate them? How, Shormeh, how? And you just sat there and proclaimed that you don’t want to see me succeed. After we proclaimed there’s nothing stopping us? What did I do to deserve such hatred and fakeness?” she demanded passionately.

Not a word from the squad seated before her.

Diamond shook her head, the pain seeping into her voice as she continued. “Well, I don’t have anything more to say. I don’t know why my desire to soar high offends you so much. Just know that I bear you no grudge, but your role in my life ends from here onwards. Since my success troubles you so much, I’ll just do you a favour and show you the door so you don’t have to witness it.”

Directing her next couple of words to the other girls, she lashed out, “And to the rest of you, huh, so much for being campus champions for ‘We sisters gotta stick together’. Shame on you all.”

She turned to walk away, then halted and looked at them. “Oh, by the way, you know that you sow what you reap, right? When you sow betrayal, you reap betrayal. No wonder you have a snitch in your midst. That’s how I know.” With that, she walked off.

“Herh, how did she get to know about this? Who snitched?” Shormeh shrieked, obviously triggered by that last word from Diamond. She glared at all the girls around her, trying to determine who it was that leaked the information. One of them was caught looking away, a slight tint of discomfort on her face. She did not seem happy about Diamond putting that out.

“Herh, Gyamfua,” Lisa said, noticing the change in her facial expression, “are you the one? Is that the reason why you never talk?”

Gyamfua kept her eyes down, remaining mute.

Shormeh, interpreting her silence to be confirmation, flew into an absolute rage.

“You traitor!” she snarled. “You sold me out! You bitch!” following it up with a slap.

Chaos broke forth as some of Shormeh’s gossip partners also sprung on the mole in their midst. Some of the watching crowd moved to intervene, while some decided to whip out their phones.

Shormeh, meanwhile, ran from them and in Diamond’s direction. Triggered by the revelation that a snitch had sold them out, she thought she’d fight her for infiltrating her ranks, just to avoid the guilt of being caught.

She grabbed Diamond’s blouse and pulled it, dragging her ‘friend’ back. Diamond, immediately springing into defensive mode, turned and used her arm to break Shormeh’s hold.

Shormeh didn’t waste another second, lunging for her, arms stretched out, ready to grab her by the throat. “How dare you spy on me?” she hissed.

She didn’t anticipate, however, the reinforcements that came at top speed upon seeing her adversary getting attacked. Before her hands could touch Diamond’s neck, Oscar stepped in, blocking her. She stopped and stared fiercely at him.

The look on his face, however, was even fiercer. “You lay a hand upon my sister, and I swear you are gonna be having nightmares about me for the rest of your life!” he snarled, shielding his sister from further attacks.

The manner in which her vehement look reduced by a couple of degrees showed how seriously she took that threat. A couple of seconds later, and Toby stepped in front of her, his expression just as vicious as that of his older brother’s. “Are you still standing there?” he asked snidely.

She took a step or two back. There was obviously no wisdom in trying to attack Diamond’s brothers. Given how wild their facial expressions were, she’d be making a major error trying to do so.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Walk away, you two-timing snake!” Toby spat as she increased her distance. He then turned and put an arm around Diamond as he and Oscar walked her back to the car.

The owner of the shop, Mr. Rufai, came out, meanwhile, very displeased with the scuffle in front of his shop. He wasted no time in sacking everyone around.

“Hey! Hey! Get out! Out of here! Hurry up!! Leave, leave here! Such nonsense. You young people of today have no self-respect. Heyyy! Just leave! Now!”

***

In the office of Doctor Joseph Henson of Barton Hospital, he glossed over the two results in front of him.

Test results for Miss Akinyi Mwita.

He shook his head as he looked at the results of the previous hospital. “How in the world did they arrive at this diagnosis? Totally wrong! Hm!”

***

“Take it easy, honey,” Larissa said soothingly as her upset daughter, later that evening, laid her tear-stained face on her shoulder. “Take it easy. I know it’s rough to process. Just take it easy. I’m right here for you.”

Wrapping her arms around her mother, she let out a big sigh of sadness. “Maa, it hurts so much. My bosom girl was jealous of me all this time, and was willing to go to crazy depths just to bring me down. And she attacked me on top, acting like I’m the bad one! I don’t understand. I just don’t…”

“Hmmm. Some people just prefer to see you where they want you to be, not where God wants you to be. And when you disappoint them by moving on God’s path, they can’t stand it, and will do anything to veer you off track. No matter how stupid it is. You can never understand such people, baby girl.”

Diamond sniffed. “God, how I wish I had seen this earlier. I never would have entrusted her with that task. Ei! People are wicked.”

“Indeed,” Larissa agreed, holding her daughter tight. “People are wicked. But let’s be thankful to God that He exposed her at this point in time. Imagine if you had been unaware of this. At least you can still find a partner. Give her more time, she’d probably destroy your plans altogether. So I know you’re hurting, Diamond, and take time. But let’s be thankful. God has disposed of her.”

So the snake has been disposed of. Good riddance! And of course, the major point of interest is almost at its concluding point. Personally, I am so looking forward to the finale. Probably coz it’s one of mi personal favourite MTD episodes! Hehe. Stay tuned and let’s see how this season ends, and what’s at stake for the next season!

And as I stated earlier, here is your Valentine’s Day story, featuring Dabar’s beloved couple, Daniel and Larissa Dolphyne! Click the peecha below and get moved by our dearest #relationshipgoals!

NB: If you’ve ever wondered what Larissa’s full name is, you’ll see it here!
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Meet The Dolphynes S2 EP10 – Tasteless Chewing Gum

And we’re in the month of love!! Thank God for being alive in the month of February.

With the feedback I got, it’s settled. Danny and Lari’s honeymoon it is for the 14th. Some of you wanted me to do their entire love story. Ebei! That’s an entire series on its own, lah. Have mercy on a student. Anyways, the link to that will be up on next week’s episode. With the drama that’s coming up in that episode, the love tins will even out what y’all will go through. Hehe..

Anyways, today’s episode has an interesting title. What does it apply to? Let’s find out…

“Oh chale, the water is finished,” Delphine said to herself, frowning as she looked into her fridge, full of cartons of fruit juice and stew containers and milk tins, but no sachet or bottle of water. Currently not in the mood for any sweet fluids, she was a little taken aback to see that she had exhausted her supply.

Not very pleasing. But then, it did give rise to an opportunity she loved to take.

Standing straight, she smirked as she said to herself, “Time for a little visit.”

She immediately headed for the door and stepped out, locking it as she made her way downstairs to the place she usually purchased her bottled water from.

As she walked through the hallway once on the ground floor, she heard a guy nearby murmuring to a friend, “Awurade, see boobs! The way I get, I go press press eh!”

“Chaleeeeee, me sef, I root! Gademmit!” his friend agreed in a low tone.

She shook her head and smiled scornfully as she maintained her direction. As always, guys were drooling over her. And as much as they tried whispering to themselves, more often than not, she heard their remarks about her body and how badly they would love to get her into their beds.

And despite loving how sexy she appeared to the outside world, it never failed to strengthen her low impression and utter scorn of the male species whenever they lost it at the sight of her. Not a tint of self-control whatsoever.

Hm. Men. So driven by their little soldiers. So f**king dumb, it’s just amazing. As to why it’s been said that men are the leaders is beyond me. These easy-to-manipulate dogs? Kai! See how they lose their senses over my cleavage and my ass. And they are meant to be in charge or whatever?

That’s why I don’t let them move to me like that. So they can have the rule over me and my body? Never! I have to be the one in charge. So forget all these hungry little bastards. I already got the one I want. And it’s all going according to plan. Edging him right into the middle of my palm. Only a matter of time till it’s complete…

***

Toby took a deep breath as he knelt beside the ice chest, getting ready to take out the usual 5 bottles of Awake.

He shut his eyes, asking God for strength to resist the lady at the door, whose ever-enchanting smirk and net blouse which did little to conceal cleavage was fighting his intention to resist her.

He opened his eyes and stood up, feeling a little surge of confidence. He walked over to Delphine and handed over the polythene bag as usual. “Here you go, Delphine.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?” she gushed as she received her usual order from him.

He sighed. It was time to start setting the boundaries. And for starters, those pet names, winks and air kisses had to go. Nothing weakened his resolve more than that. “Umm, Delphine? No offence or anything, but, I’d really appreciate it if…”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, ah! This Clement guy dey worry, lah!” she grumbled as her phone vibrated, barely hearing what Toby had to say. She pressed the reject button, a frown on her face.

“Clement? The guy on the second floor?” Toby asked. That was one of the guys who had been talking about Delphine in front of him a few days back.

“Yeah, that one,” she responded, looking pretty peeved. “He and some Adjetey guy have been disturbing me these past few days. Calling me and sending all kinds of text messages that they like me and blah blah blah. I know they want to have sex with me, but I’m not interested!”

Toby was surprised at her words. “Oh, wow. Hmmm. I see. You’re not that kind of girl, are you?”

A small smile returned to her face. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re thinking. I have nothing against sex. I’m just a different kind of girl.”

That answer piqued Toby’s curiosity. “Meaning?”

With that, the small smile gradually formed back into her sexy smirk. “It’s simple, really. I’m the kind of girl who knows what she wants, and will make damn sure she gets it. The regular girl loves it when a guy wants her and chases her and convinces her to get into bed with him. I don’t. Matter of fact, I kinda despise that thing, to be honest. I like to be the one in control. I like to be the one who comes after the nigga. Reel him in. Make him want me so bad, he’ll never wanna stop eating from the palm of my hand.”

Toby felt himself trembling as he heard those words. Diamond certainly had not lied about this lady.

Heartbeat on steroids, he knew the next question was not necessary, but emotions got the better part of him. “So, uh… y-you have someone in mind? Or something?”

The smirk glued on her face, she shrugged. “Possibly. And who knows who he could be? Could be in my class. Could be in the next block. Could be someone I think is very… cute. You know… someone who thinks I’m sexy. Who knows?”

With that, she sassily walked away.

Toby felt shaken as he closed the door. If there was any indication that Delphine had some ulterior motive for him, that had to be the biggest one yet. After all, she had called him cute the second time she had come around. He had blurted out that she was sexy before. And he certainly wasn’t the one moving to her; she was making all the moves.

It was obvious that setting boundaries was gonna be nothing but a fruitless venture at this point. The only wise thing to do was to cut her off. Totally. As the Bible made it clear, whatever it took to prevent sin ought to be done, even if it meant plucking your eye out.

But somehow, as much as he was terrified, he found himself very aroused. Even more than before. As scary as her way of thinking sounded, the thought of someone as voluptuous as Delphine wanting him brought some pleasure that a part of him was not ready to let go of.

Damn. I know this is wrong. I know what has to be done. But…

***

Diamond was finding it hard to believe what she had been told concerning her bosom buddy’s apparent hidden side.

The previous night, Oscar had had the rather difficult task of revealing to her the information Confidence had relayed to him and Toby. As expected, it was an absolute shock to her to hear this. With the bond she and Shormeh shared, it was nowhere near sinking in. Too many doubts about the whole thing.

As she and Oscar moved about town that afternoon, she was still struggling to process the whole issue.

“Ah, nahhhhh. Oscar, are you sure this girl is telling the truth? Because me, I still can’t process it,” she protested.

Oscar shook his head, getting a little irritated. This was about the fifteenth time she had asked. “Dee, that girl wouldn’t have come all the way just to come and fabricate lies. She and Toby are not that close, for her to just barge in and come and deliver this. And I know she’s not the greatest role model on campus, but I certainly don’t know her to be a liar.”

Diamond shook her head and leaned back, giving a ‘hmph’ as she crossed her arms. “It still doesn’t click. With the kind of pictures she showed me concerning the responses from those businesses, to the things she claimed about me. Doesn’t add up. Shormeh knows I don’t hate you and Toby. She’s seen us fooling about like normal siblings do, so where from that? And a sugar daddy. Really? Ah!”

She was interrupted as her phone rang. It was Edem.

Her phone being connected to the car’s Bluetooth, the radio cut off to indicate the incoming call. She pressed the receive button. “Hey, Eddy.”

“Diamond,” he responded, the tone of his voice not as light-hearted as it usually was. “There’s an audio I’m sending to you right after I hang up. Please, listen to it in its entirety. Then, when you are done, you’ll know what to do. In this life, there are some weights that need to be dumped off before you can make headway. I’m really pissed right now, but I no go talk plenty. Just listen, and you’ll know what to do.”

The line immediately went dead.

The two were stunned by that. A generally pleasant-tempered person, it had to be serious to get Edem so riled up. He really did sound like he was doing all he could to restrain his temper.

Not long after, the audio arrived. Having been silent since the call, Diamond quietly asked, “Umm, could you please park by the roadside so we listen to it?”

Equally as silent as her, Oscar duly obliged.

She began to play the audio.

Whoever had sent Edem that audio had to be one of the girls in the room, as almost everything that had been said that day was captured. They listened as the girls, in their hating speech, confirmed all that Confidence had reported. They heard how Shormeh had cleverly yet deviously used a number of mediums to deceive Diamond into thinking they had responded to the offer, when in fact, she had not only refused to contact them, but even spread those lies to some of those young CEOs to sully her image before she even began.

They listened as others also got their fair share of nasty shots, including Akinyi and Edem. They winced as Shormeh called Edem ‘Diamond’s little slave puppy’. A pretty emasculating comment. No wonder he was so angry.

Once the audio was over, the hurt on Diamond’s face was all too evident.

“I can’t believe this. I thought… I thought we were friends,” she whispered.

Oscar reached over and put his arm around her as tears began to run down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, big sis. I’m sorry…”

***

It was 7:30 pm, and at the Voltage Office, in the office of its boss, Adamtey had just completed having his way with Aniyah again. 

As Adamtey got up from the couch to put his boxers and trousers on, he turned to look at her, as she remained still on the couch, simply breathing in and out.

He shook his head. Tonight’s session was well below satisfactory, and it had been so for the past couple of times they had met. The attempt to spice things up the last time had gone nowhere; just a lot of screams of pain and cries afterward, which really annoyed him.

To think that he had deemed her an essential and indispensable part of his sex life a few weeks ago due to her incredible skills! Now he felt bored and sick of her. It was time to dispose of her.

Besides, now that he looked at her body properly, he found her sorely lacking in comparison to the lawyer lady the company was now dealing with. That woman was divinely gifted, and he knew that was what he deserved. Not this expired sex toy.

“You know what?” he said to her once he had put on his trousers. Still seemingly engrossed in her thoughts, she looked up at him from the couch.

“I’m tired of you. Honestly. For some reason, I thought sex with you was something I couldn’t live without. I somehow stupidly led myself to think that you’re the sexiest woman I could possibly meet. But here’s the truth: you’re nothing more than tasteless chewing gum now. You’ve lost your vibe. Or zing. Or whatever. But tonight was the worst I’ve had this year. And it just tells me you’ve really become a worthless piece of s**t.

“And anyways, I’ve discovered a woman whose body is ten times way more amazing than yours. A lawyer at that. Larissa, or something like that. More woman than you could ever even begin to imagine you could be. She’s the one I want now. Yet to convince her, but I have no doubt that she’ll soon be the one in my bed, and I can bet my life that sex with her will make me forget you even had a vagina to begin with.

“So, you’ve had your time satisfying me, but you’re trash now, so this is where it ends. After you dress up and leave this office, that’s the end. No more business between you and I. It’s over. Whatever amount of money you need, I’ll give it to you. But you’re no longer useful in my life. Hurry up and put on your clothes and get out of here!”

He turned to get his singlet and shirt, as Aniyah, still silent, sat up, tears starting to form in her eyes as she began to process the weight of his speech. Oblivious to her reaction, he took her car key and threw it at her.

“Get me my files in my car when you’re dressed. And take my cheque book too… nah, forget that. I’ll just do the MoMo thing as always… ah, what are you sitting there looking so morose about? Hurry up and get dressed and get me my files! I need to work now!”

Well, Adamtey says he’s done with her now. How is this gonna end? And with the traitor exposed, how’s that gonna go down? Two more episodes to see the answers to those questions!

OK now, so… the announcement for this week has to do with seasons 3 and 4. You already know how it goes: new episode every Friday. Well, due to academic circumstances, I cannot maintain that for the last 2 seasons, so here’s the deal…

Once we’re done with season 2 in the next 2 weeks, after the usual mini-series comes in as the hors d’oeuvre, episodes 1-6 of season 3 will be live on the site from 13th to 18th April, God willing. And episodes 7-13 will arrive from the 27th of April to the 3rd of May. The site will then be dormant till July (once I’m done with my final exams), then we can wrap up the final season of Meet The Dolphynes. I may switch to the #OVAV schedule for that (Mondays and Fridays), but let’s see what the Lord will do. In the meantime, 2 more episodes to go for this season!!!