Saturday, 15 April 2017

RIVER IN THE LAKE II EPISODE 7

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

No one appears to know the exact source of *river* yet it runs through all walks of life as it meanders its way along the many struggles of nature. 

How far, how long, how wide can it stretch to exhibit it's commanding prowess over the storms of the day. Or shall it succumb to the harsh efforts of mother nature to subdue and collect this great water in a *lake*. 

Abhynha Yankey presents

*RIVER IN THE LAKE SEASON II*

EPISODE 7

We are going to kill him today and end all these tragedies", one man replied Quaku Adepa. 
"Hmmmm! This is very bad... But what if he is healed, would you spare his life?", Quaku asked. "Hahahaha, how possible? How can he be healed? We will only spare him if he is healed and we don't also record death in our village", they replied him. "Okay, can you please grant me a favour? Give him three days? I mean us.. You can leave him here in the company of some guards so that the rest of you can return to your village. I trust that my God will do something great. If he is not healed by the third day, and you still record death or any strange incidence in your village, please kill both of us. Please.... " Quaku pleaded.

Initially it became difficult for them to accept his offer but upon contemplation, they finally agreed. They left behind the chief in the company of ten able men. Quaku Adepa didn't bother to ask for the chief's name. He went closer to the chief and asked, "do you believe there is someone greater than the gods you serve? Do you believe you can be healed?" The chief was too weak to talk. Quaku Adepa told him not to worry. He would fast and pray on his behalf. He believed the chief's health would be restored, and probably those who were sick back home would be healed. The dried land would produce water again. 

The chief didn't believe it. At this point, all he wanted was to die. Quaku isolated himself from the rest to a quiet place but not too far to trigger the rage of the already suspicious group. He prayed throughout the night to the Almighty God. He asked God not to disgrace him. He believed and trusted that He would grant him his heart desire. At daybreak, he went to check on the chief and the guards. There had been very little improvement in his condition.
He managed to get water for the chief and the guards. He assured them they would see change and hear good news from the people back home.

He went back to his hiding place to continue with his fast and prayers. All this while, his mother and grandmother were searching for him. They searched everywhere in the village, but they did not find him. Maame Abena Asantewa denied herself of any food, and had sleepless nights all these days.
It seemed Quaku Adepa had forgotten about his family. He never bothered to go back home to check on his family. What mattered most to him was for them to see the glory of God.

It was the second day of Quaku Adepa's fast, but it was more like things were changing real fast. Nana Kwadwo Sintim could move his limbs and turn about. The boils on him had vanished into thin air. That surprised everyone, including Quaku Adepa himself. He knew God would do it but not that fast. He was only putting God to  test.
He told the people not to jubilate yet. There were more miracles on the way. He had just one day left to prove to the people of Asabum that he had a God who was mightier than any other. He had the power to heal.

Though he had some 24 hours to finish up,he threw a challenge to God to perform miracle within few minutes. He prayed fervently without ceasing. He believed in the power of prayer because faith was his only anchor.

Title Credit: Pretty Asare Olivia

To be continued... 

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