SHATTERED EPISODE 1

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

That moment when you find love, trust and honour in the eyes of everyone.
That moment when your worst enemy becomes the demon himself.
That same moment when your best moment becomes your worst nightmare.

Enjoy the thrills of how far life would sacrifice for love. Yesterday is always a shadow you can not escape, today is a dream worth living, yet tomorrow shall forever remain the wonder of nature hidden to all.

A *shattered* past in itself a *shattered* tomorrow.


*SHATTERED*

EPISODE 1

What at all is this world made of? Today you embrace a man, tomorrow you burry the embraced man.
Here I am at the cemetery thinking of what to do with my life? I wish Nana Yaw Acheampong would resurrect and say something to me. I've lived all my life under the spell of my Nana Yaw Acheampong. I've loved him with my all and heaven bears me witness. My books can also testify that I loved him.
Hmmmmm...for how long will I continue to mourn him? I got up, cleaned my dress off any dirt and headed home. I sang solemnly to myself as I walked home. Honestly speaking, I was more than scared. I doubled my steps to avoid any harmful creature. Walking alone at this hour means danger. I wish I came with a friend,  but who would understand?

I'm now a laughing stock on the lips of many.
I came across a group of people who were soo happy. That's how the world is. They looked notorious and rowdy. Whatever they were doing was none of my business. All I needed to do was to think of my late boyfriend who planted in me a baby. My baby,though will not have a father,  will bring me much joy. I only pray he looks just like his dad.
Three of the guys rushed towards me as if I'd stolen something from them. They tried to talk to me,  but my mood wasn't right to answer any question.
They dragged me to a nearby uncompleted building,  and gave an order to one masculine guy to come on top of me. I cried and begged them to let me go because I was pregnant. It all fell on deaf ears.
The guy loosed his belt and jumped on me. My plea wasn't enough stop him.

I bled as he thrusted sharply and painfully.
My baby is at stake. God please protect my baby.
They left me in distress and went away. I put myself together and went home.
This world is really a bitter place to live. I wish death would lay its icy hands on me. I can't live alone in a world full of sorrows and grief?
I miss my love.
I slept steadily in my couch and listened to some cool music which Nana Yaw loved so much. Memories of him couldn't cease running through my mind. I jumped out of the couch and headed straight to where my books had been packed. I searched through my books for nothing. Finally, I got hold of an old tattered album. I sat on the floor and took my time to open it.
I came across pictures of my loved one. One picture that put me to sleep after an endless cry was one we snapped together. We snapped the picture in senior high school during one of our lovely moments. I had my head resting on his chest.

I took the picture, stared at it and cried as all those lost memories found their way back to my mind.
Indeed, life has been cruel to me. I heard my phone ring in my dreams. I found it hard to stretch my hand to reach my phone. I slept and rolled uncomfortably on the floor as my phone also continued to ring.
I lazily picked the phone and saw the name on it. Not at this time. Not when I needed peace to sleep. It was my muslim friend. What is it that can't wait? I rejected the call but it kept coming through. I had no option than to pick.
While talking to her, another friend of ours called. I had to conference the call.  They all seemed to be talking of one thing.
"Well, I will try my best and be there. You all know what I'm going through. But the worst of it happened last night. I went to the cemetery to talk to my Nana Yaw. On my way back, I was..."

That was all I remember I said. I opened my eyes and found my four friends around me. They shouted with joy when I opened my eyes and smiled at them.



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