CALABASH FINAL EPISODE

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 the dead. It bears the first taste identity of the new birth. It is my, your and our C.A.L.A.B.A.S.H

*CALABASH*

EPISODE 16 (FINAL EPISODE)

It wasn't easy for me to fast,  but with the the support of my friend, I was able to go through it.
I felt like collapsing at a point in time. Though we were fasting, I was still scared of going to face my parents, more especially Achiaa and her family.
The fast came to an end, thinking I could take something heavy since I was very hungry,  but I was advised to take in something light, porridge without milk. I was surprised when I saw him sleep without taking anything. I thought he had forgotten or perhaps wasn't hungry to take in anything.
He told me he wasn't breaking the fast until he  had met with my parents and that of Achiaa.  God bless him.

I was lost in thoughts throughout the night. How would my parents accept me? Sleep finally took over in the middle of the night.
I woke up late, though not very late,  to see my friend already dressed with some foodstuffs by him. I apologised to him and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I didn't waste time in dressing up. He advised that I shouldn't take anything along, except for the dresses I will be needing. He already had enough money to cater for us for as long as we wished to stay home with my parents. He also had some food stuffs for my parents. That was bad of me. I didn't even think of it.
We joined hands, prayed and then set off to my village.

While in the vehicle, we talked at length. He gave me words of encouragement to keep me going.
We finally got to my parents' junction, where I felt like easing myself. I became tensed up. My friend and brother could see through my eyes and heart. He stopped, looked at me and said, "Everything is under control. The spirit of God is at work". His words were not enough to calm me,  but I pretended to be alright.
Before I got to my house, somebody ran to embrace me. The hands and palm of the fellow were soo cold. His muscles were wasting away. Tears rolled down from his eyes unto my shoulder. He finally took his head off and said, "My son, this is the day the Lord has made. I've been waiting endlessly for you. Come on,let's go home and get something to eat." That was my father. Was he not the man who got angry with me and left because I had impregnated someone? I looked at my friend and smiled to him. We indeed serve a living God.

We got home and met my mum in a very dilapidated state. I couldn't help but ran to embrace her. I went on my knees and apologised to them without wasting time.
They knew my friend, Quaku so there was no need for any introduction. All I did was to tell them how he housed me and helped me get my job. They thanked him.

Quaku didn't want us to sleep for even a second before going to see Achiaa. We talked things over with my parents who accepted to lead us to their house.
One thing I didn't understand was why Achiaa told me she came from a poor home. I asked my mum,  but my dad was quick to answer, "Barima, that girl is very humble so doesn't want people to know of her background. She also thinks one would take advantage of her should they find out about her family background".

From a distance, my father pointed a very nice building to us. That is where she lives. That is one of her father's mansion. I opened my mouth in surprise. No wonder she had everything in her room.
Getting closer, we saw different cars packed outside with a well arranged and decorated canopies. What was happening? Who was coming to marry my angel? Didn't the person see that she was pregnant? All these questions ran through my mind. I pray it turns out to be something different.
From nowhere, somebody gave me a heavy slap. A heavy one to put me into comma.
I figured the person out instantly. That was the woman who came to my house with her that dawn. Her mother, I mean

 I didn't know what to do. I got closer and realised people were dressed in black and red.
I ran to one lady with tears in my eyes and asked her what was happening. Her words choked her but she managed to cough them out, "the only surviving daughter of the Gyamfi family is dead. She got hit by a moving vehicle. I learnt she had been depressed since the guy who broke her virginity and got her pregnant denied her. She's been roaming about endlessly. That is how come a vehicle hit her. We are going to bury her today."

What! Bury who? I ran to where the body was, pushed everybody aside and went to lay on the body. I can't forgive myself for this. I cried my heart out. I expressed my emotions because without it, I's only a robot.
They pushed me aside and covered the casket. Eeeiii, that is my calabash lying there without smiling at me. What will I use to fetch water? Somebody help me reach my waterpot.
God, deep in the casket my love is lying and I must weep alone. No one would ever understand me. I must cry, I must mourn. I must weep to make less the depth of grief. If I'm ever given the chance to choose between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain and lie in the bosom of my beloved. My whole world has come to an end.

I thought I could make amends but here I am, mourning my beloved and precious calabash.
To you that is watching me in disappointment, watching me in disgust, you are free to do so. But remember, that the shea butter that is gloating over the ill-fated salt because of a heavy downpour,  should fortify itself with ice before the sun rises. What has befallen me can befall you if you allow the intoxicating effect of pride and dishonesty to blind you. I sat and weeped uncontrollably as they carried the casket away.

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