CALABASH EPISODE 6

From the writer of
Nude Bed
Death after life
Cold Desert
Hot eyes and
Sorrows of an Eagle

Abhynha Yankey brings to you another story. It bears that which sooths the soul of a weary man. It bears that which calms the rage of the dead. It bears the first taste of identity of the new birth. It is my, your and our C.A.L.A.B.A.S.H

*CALABASH*

EPISODE 6

Heeer...this is shocking. Esparanza! I called out her name.
 least expected that from her.
So she brought me here just to embarrass me?
She looked at me as if I was a stranger. The very thing that got me crying was when she asked me, "have we met before, and who mentioned my name to you?" I opened my mouth in awe, used my little finger to rub my eye to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It was real, really real. The old man asked her, "my angel, who is he? And why is he here to disturb our sweet night?". Esparanza stood there for a minute and said, "Oow my bad! You must be Akwasi. Chief, this is the friend of my cousin I told you about. The one who asked me for financial support because his younger sister was on her dying bed at the hospital. I've not met him in person before. We only talk on phone. I asked him to meet me here for something small since he said he was around."

I couldn't believe my ears. Esparanza? The old man stretched his hand to shake me. I couldn't bring out my hand. I was so shocked. "So how is your sister doing? My little angel here told me everything and I think I would help you. Here, take this money and make sure she is fine."
I shook my head and left. I'm sure Esparanza would find another thing to tell the old man to make him feel convinced.
I stopped a moving cab and told him to take me home. I kept sobbing on my way,though that was a bit strange, but I tell you, "those who do not weep do not see." No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I paid him, got down and headed to my room.

There, I saw Achiaa sitting before her room. She had in her hand a photograph. I greeted her and she responded. Her voice didn't seem like her's. I went closer to her to find out what the issue was. She'd been crying.
Was it because I couldn't go with her or it was because I went with Esparanza?
I tried to find out her reason for crying. I felt so bad when I found out.
"You remember I told you I am the last of two children?"..."yes, yes", I responded.
"Eeerrrrmmmm, she died exactly a year ago. I wanted to go sit somewhere and...."

She couldn't continue just as I couldn't say a word. She kept crying. She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating it's numerous stands,  appreciating it's subtle nuances. In fact, she was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
I helped her to her room and excused myself.



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