SHATTERED EPISODE 6

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 is a shattered tomorrow.


*SHATTERED*

EPISODE 6

She really needed to check it, but who would convince her?
Who at all would do that? She wasn't the type who could easily be approached.
I opened my eyes and realised it was almost day break. I've been sleeping in the arm chair all this while. No wonder I was surviving some pain around my neck. I got up and stretched myself to prepare for the day's tedious activities. I had forgotten one thing. I hadn't prayed. I hadn't done that since I was discharged, not to talk of thanking Him for helping me see another beautiful morning.
I knelt by my bed quietly. For like a minute or two, nothing had come out of my mouth. Not that I was short of words,  but Mariama's issue managed to sail through my mind. This thing was really eating much of my time. I closed my eyes, sang some songs and prayed for some few minutes. Just when I was about holding my door nob, someone knocked.

Who could that be? It was an ungodly hour and I wasn't expecting anyone. None of my friends would also come around. They would have called to alert me.
I was becoming more careful this time considering what had happened to me in the last few days. I was getting scared. What if the person pushes the door and pounces on me? I think I have to open the door. No! They might be more than one. I sat on my bed pretending there was nobody around. The person kept knocking. This time around louder, clearer and impatiently. It seemed the person wasn't willing to go.
I looked up at the wall clock to be sure of the time. It was 4:57am. Agh! Hmm...
I finally responded with a sleepy voice pretending to make it seem like I've been sleeping very deep.
The voice was that of a female but wasn't familiar. I asked her who she was and her first word got me jumping out of my bed.

 "Dede, it's me", she said. Dede was my local name so for her to have mentioned it, then the person really knew me. I opened the door and it was my cousin. I was really surprised to see her. I allowed her in. She wasn't with any bag or whatsoever. How did she manage to get my address? Besides, it'd been like ages since she last saw me.
I offered her a seat to sit down and make herself comfortable. I realised she was exhausted considering the look on her face and her unkempt hair.
"Atswei, will you like to sleep for a while so we talk later?", I asked her. She nodded in affirmation so I prepared my mattress for her to sleep. She slept off as soon as she laid on the bed. She really must be tired.
I went back to sit in the chair to watch her. Where at all was she coming from? I was only hoping and praying she wasn't coming from any of her boyfriends,  because she was one bad girl. I realized her presence was taking much of time so I got up and decided to put my place in order.
You know how we do it in Ghana. Our culture demands you give your visitor the best treatment. I went to the kitchen to prepare some oat for her while she slept, and got some hot water for the flask. Perhaps, she might choose lipton over oat.

I placed them on my small table which I mostly use as my dining table. I went to the fridge, picked sugar and lipton. It seemed I wasn't having bread nor milk.
O God! What do I do? The place is far. I got the mug ready for the table, covered it and went out. I did all these cautiously so as not to disturb her sleep.
While wearing my slippers, I saw my landlady's daughter running out. I called to ask if she was going somewhere. Thank God she was going to get milk. I begged her to get me a tin of milk in addition to the bread. At least, I'd been released because I was thinking of how to get there.



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