Soul In Tears episode 11 – 12

Soul In Tears

Episode 11

Kwadjo Boateng got home very down. He felt life had not been fair to him and his mother. The more he thought of Clara, the more he got mad at the man who raped his mother and denied doing so. He felt a strong urge to look for him and tell him a piece of his mind. Whiles he was busy contemplating on where and how to see his father, his mother walked in from work.

‘my dearest child, why are you home?. I hope there is no problem’ Maame Adwoa frowned. The young man smiled at his confused mother.

‘no mother, there is no problem. Sorry for not calling to inform you that we have vacated’ he hugged her.

‘mother, I have to show you something you would love to see’ he said and dipped his hands into his bag. His mother stood on her grounds staring at him. He brought out some papers and handed it to the mother. Maame Adwoa went through the papers and was very delighted.

‘I knew God was on your side. Thanks for making me proud. Continue learning hærd’

‘mother, God will punish me if I don’t study. I have to work h-rder to get better grades than this. I will do exactly so. Your suffering and pain will never be in vain. I promise’… Maame Adwoa hugged her son. She was grateful to God for given her such a wonderful and a wise son. ‘have you eaten my dear’ Kwadjo was okay but there was no way he was going reject his mother’s cooking. It was one thing he can never resist. He gave her a negative answer and the woman dashed to the kitchen. She prepared him his favorite food, rice balls and groundnut soup. The young man ate the food like he had not eaten for days. ‘mom, you are the best cook in the world’ he complimented and his mother didn’t hide her delight.

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Kwadjo Boateng and his mother lived in a compound house. Theirs was a chamber and hall with porch attached. Before renting the chamber and hall, Maame Adwoa and her son where living in a kiosk. When Kwadjo entered senior high School, he brought most of his friends home. Maame Adwoa wasn’t happy with her son’s friends’ visiting them in their Kiosk apartment. She decided to go the extra mile with work and within a short time, she was able to raise money for the chamber and hall apartment alongside paying her son’s tuition fees. Kwadjo Boateng told his mother how happy he was for their change in environment. He himself wasn’t happy with his friends visiting him in their Kiosk apartment but kept mute about it because he knew how his mother toiled to pay his fees. Kwadjo Boateng thought they have gotten the best home but changed his mentality after seeing Clara’s house. He felt they needed a more better house before he can think of taken Clara to his house.

Maame Adwoa saw Kwadjo Boateng standing at the edge of an over head bridge. The young man was crying and scre-ming his father’s name. He cursed him and said it would never go well with him. Out of nowhere, Kwabena Boateng, Kwadjo Boateng’s father, emerged. He was very angry at his son for not listening to his side of the story. Why he denied the pregnancy. He rushed to where his son was standing and held him in anger. They begun to struggle. Maame Adwoa pleaded with them to stop fighting because where they stood was risky. They heard non of her plea. She wailed and prayed to God for intervention. Before she could say another word, her son fell from the five feet foot bridge. She saw her son’s lifeless body on the ground with blood oozing from his mouth. Kwabena Boateng just stood there in disbelief. He never imagined that could happen. He was lost in his mind. Maame Adwoa broke into uncontrollable tears….

Episode 12

‘Mummy…mummy…mummy’ Kwadjo Boateng tapped his mother who was asleep in the only sofa they had in the hall. Maame Adwoa woke up abruptly. ‘Jesus!’ she shouted. The young man got frozen at his mother’s behavior.

‘mummy, what is the matter. Are you fine’ he knelt down in front of his mother with concern.

The shock on Maame Adwoa’s face got his son very worried. He asked her over and over again to know what was wrong but she kept silent. She tried to give meaning to the dream she had before uttering anything.

‘my son, I had a terrible dream. It was about you and your father.

My son, I want you to let go of any grudge you have against your father. What he did is very bad but please try your possible best to forgive him’… The meaning she gave to the dream was that her son had hærd feelings against his father. She didn’t disclose the dream to her son. Kwadjo Boateng sat down quietly with his head bent down. He imagined what the dream was about. He probably had a fight with his father and that was exactly what he would do, should he meet his father one on one.

‘Don’t worry mummy, I have forgiven him’ he told his mother but deep within, he had an intention of confronting the man who had made his mother suffered so much. ‘thank you so much for being a wonderful son’ Maame Adwoa told the young man who was sitting next to her. ‘mummy, please it’s late. You have to go and rest’… ‘don’t worry my dear, I will’ she said, stood up and entered the chamber.

Kwadjo Boateng switched on the television to watch the late news. He just stared at the graphics on the TV screen but his mind was on something else. Clara clouded his mind. The more he thought of Clara, the more he felt resentment towards his father. Had it not been for his father’s rejection, they would be living in a good home and living a good life as well. He thought of the situation till sleep got hold of him in the sofa.

Clara was lying on her bed trying hærd to sleep but as hærd as she tried, sleep seemed to go farther from her. Her mind was occupied with the young man who had refused to pick her calls or call her back. Since the young man left the house on the day they vacated from school, she had not heard from him and that was killing her softly. Someone knocked at her door and and she was surprised who it could be at that hour of the night. She opened the door and it was her mother.

‘girl, are you still awake?’ Mrs Benson asked with a confused face.

‘I was reading a novel’… Her mother was not convinced with her daughter’s answer and probed further to know what had kept her awake.

‘Mummy, since when did you started to care about me. You care more about your business more than me…’ her voice failed her. Tears dropped from her cheeks. ‘I am very sorry my love’… Mrs Benson got closer and hugged her daughter. ‘You are right my dear, but without money, we can’t run this home. That is why your father and I are always busy. We really love and care about you’ she disclosed. Clara’s tears flowed freely. She wasn’t crying because of what her mother said but because of the love that was boiling in her heart for Kwadjo Boateng. Mrs Benson cuddled the young lady to sleep and left her room very disappointed in herself as a mother. She knew her daughter was right. They hærdly had time for her due to their business. They were so engrossed in their business’s to the extent that they don’t even blink at their daughter’s performance. She felt very bad that night.

Nicholas checked his phone’s screen for the tenth time. He was expecting a call from one of his colleagues who promised to find out where he could locate Kwadjo Boateng. Ever since he met the young man and gave him the prophecy about the doom that was about to hit him, he had not been himself. He had seen him several times in his dreams, involved in an accident. He felt the urge to meet him again and pray for him. He had tried all means possible but he still couldn’t locate the young man. One of his colleagues promised to locate him when they were vacating. He had called the young man several times but all he asked for was time. He wondered if he would be able to locate him now that they were on vacation. He washed down and changed his attire. He went out with the intention of going to his pastor’s house to disclosed to him everything the Lord had revealed about Kwadjo Boateng to him…

To be continued………………………