Soul In Tears episode 3 – 4

Soul In Tears

Episode 3
Kwadjo Boateng ignored the young lady and continued walking. He was only minding his own business. ‘hello, are you not the gentleman I met at the lecture hall in the afternoon?’ The lady asked when Kwadjo Boateng bypassed her without saying anything. ‘yes… yeah… I…i…i am the one ‘ he answered and turned to face the young lady. It wasn’t that he was scared of talking to ladies but the beauty that met his eyes made him fumble. He had seen so many beautiful young ladies but the one that stood infront of him was extra ordinary. She was five feet tall, fair in complexion. Her hair was long and silky. She was like a Mexican lady. ‘I am awfully sorry for not letting you know I was leaving the hall. I didn’t want to disturb and also intrude on your privacy. Anyway I am Clara Benson’ She said with a smile that sent thrills through the spine of the young man. She extended her hand for a handshake. Kwadjo extended his too and they shook hands. ‘are you not going to tell me your name?’ Clara asked still smiling. ‘oh, I am very sorry for my bad manners. I am Kwadjo Boateng. That is the name my mother gave me’ He said with a smile. Kwadjo told her he was tired and needed to rest. They disclosed to each other their hall of residence and parted ways.

Kwadjo Boateng felt relieved for talking to the young lady. He wasn’t thinking anything evil. He felt relieved for knowing that he was not the reason the lady left the hall without his notice. He thought of her beauty and elegance. He wished he had a sister like her. He entered his room and this time around, all his roommates were in the room. He greeted and put his bag on his bed and unbuttoned his shirt. ‘guys, I think we have to know each other this evening. we have been in this room for a week and all we could do is greet because we were all trying to settle down’ one of the guy’s spoke. The other two guys agreed with the first speaker. ‘that isn’t bad an idea. At least it will help us acquaint to each other well’ Kwadjo Boateng said with delight. He had been on the campus for a week and the only person he usually spoke to on phone was his mother. His roommates always craw to bed late in the night given them no chance to know themselves. ‘I am Emmanuel Agyapong, You can call me by my surname. I am in the political science department. I am from Mfantsipim Senior High School’ first guy introduced himself. ‘Oh wow, cool school, crazy course’ one of the guy’s said with humour. ‘who told you political science is a crazy course.

The richest people today, makes their money from politics’ Agyapong tried to raise an argument. ‘Oh so you want to enter into politics because of money? my guy, you better come again. Some people through politics are changing lives and you are here talking about money, go back home and start robbery. That will give you quick money’ the third guy tried to pull Agyapong’s legs. ‘you self ino be dondology you dey read. I beg comot for there’ Agyapong ridiculed. The other two guy’s burst into uncontrollable laughter.

‘Guys.. guys, personally I think we are trying to deviate from the main discussion’… Kwadjo Boateng chided. ‘yes tell them’ one guy seconded him. ‘I am Kwadjo Boateng from Christian Methodist high school, I am in the school of performing art, learning some acting skills you know,’ Kwadjo Boateng disclosed. ‘I now know why you’ve got great looks. The ladies will go wild when they see you on TV’ Agyapong said with all seriousness. ‘can the next person be allowed to introduce himself?’ Agyapong put his fourth finger on his l-ips as a sign of keeping quiet. The other guy’s giggled. The third guy introduced himself as Kekeli David, an agric student and the fourth guy was Isaac Apoh, an engineering student. They made fun of each other when they were through with the introduction. They all freshened up and left the hall for a talk show which was org-nised by the Students Representative Council (SRC) to welcome all incoming students. Continuing students who were aspiring for posts in the SRC were given the platform to give the fresh students reasons they should be voted for the particular posts they were aspiring for. During the meeting, Kwadjo Boateng busily scanned through the hundreds of students seated in the auditorium. He had only one reason…to catch a glimpse of Clara Benson but was disappointed. He couldn’t s₱0t her in the room. The program ended and Kwadjo and his roommates exited from the auditorium.

‘Kwadjo Boateng…’ The voice that called him from behind was familiar. It was the same person he was craving to see. He turned and to his delight, It was Clara Benson. ‘catch you guys later’ he said to his roommates and attended to the young lady. ‘I thought you didn’t come. I scanned the wh0le auditorium to see if I can see you but all to no avail’ Kwadjo said without knowing where the words came from. Clara giggled. ‘Oh wow, that’s nice of you’ she said. They talked and walked at the same time. The young lady asked him if he had taken supper. He answered negatively and Clara pointed at an eatery nearby. ‘I haven’t either. Let’s go there and have diner before leaving for our respective hostel’s. The young man agreed but bit his l-ips secretly. He imagined the place to be for rich students. They entered and were served with their order. The food was good but the young man didn’t really enjoyed it though he ate everything. He calculated the cost of the food in his head and knew it would cost him a fortune. He knew one month feeding money will go that evening. Clara saw his uneasiness and asked him several times if he was okay. He answered positively. Clara signaled to one of the waiters and she attended to them. She paid for everything. Kwadjo Boateng pretended not to be happy with her for paying the bills. He raised an argument about it. ‘I am very sorry if I have offended you by paying the bills. I always do the payment whenever I go out with my friends. It has become part of me. You have to please accept that’ She said pleading but firmly. They talked about a few encounters they have had so far in the school before Kwadjo esc-rted her to her hall…

Episode 4
Kwadjo Boateng’s phone rang when he was busy preparing for church service. It was Sunday and church was one place he never missed. He quickly attended to his phone. A broad smile found its way on his cheeks when he saw the caller to be his mother. ‘Hello angel’ he said with delight. ‘how are you doing in school?’ His mother asked him. ‘Mum, school is okay just that I am missing you dearly’ Kwadjo answered. ‘see you. You better stop behaving like a child and focus on your studies’ Maame Adwoa advised. Kwadjo Boateng giggled on the phone. ‘I will visit you in school today after church. There is something I have to disclosed to you’ Maame Adwoa said with a shaky voice. He assured his mother that he would cancel all his schedules after church and wait for her. Mother and son exchanged a few funny jokes and the call was over. Kwadjo Boateng’s mood changed after the call. It was a mixed feeling for him. The only thing he expected from his mother was the whereabout of his father. He went back to preparing for church. ‘wow, your outfit looks perfect on you. You are the ladies man’ Agyapong, one of his roommates complimented when he was done dressing. Kwadjo brushed him off and left the room for church service.

Kwadjo Boateng was very handsome. He was six feet tall, chocolate in complexion. His hair was curly. He was not from a good home but knew how to present himself. His outfits were from bend down boutiques but always looked good on him. He was very aware of his great looks but made sure his looks didn’t get into his head. During church service, he was preoccupied with the call he had with his mother and couldn’t heard a word from the preacher. He rushed out of the church room after benediction. He even forget he went with someone. ‘Kwadjo, where are you rushing to. What is the problem?’ Clara asked a little confused. ‘so strange. I even forgot I came with you. I am awfully sorry. I have a meeting with my mother that is why I am in a hurry’ Clara’s face went pale. She tried to control her emotions. ‘you forgot you came with me just because you have a meeting with your mother?’ she said almost in tears. She left him immediately after uttering those words. Kwadjo tried to follow her but his legs betrayed him. He turned to the direction of his hostel and walked away. One of Clara’s friends saw her walking alone and joined her. She realised the young lady was moody and asked her what the problem was. She narrated her ordeal to her friend. ‘Dorothy, you won’t believe it. The young man told me in the face that he was haven a meeting with his mother so he forgot he went to church with me. I am very hurt’ Clara said very disappointed.

‘If I may ask. Has he proposed? Are you guys dating’ Dorothy asked her friend who was brooding over her disappointment. It took her quite a time before given her friend a negative reply. ‘like seriously, and you are behaving as if you have his ring on your finger. Chill girl. Let the young man be. I am sure he apologised. Just forget the incident and move on. Who knows, he might be facing some family problems. Kill your pride, look for him and find out what the problem is’ Dorothy chided her friend. She expected a rebuke but that never came. Clara realised her friend was right. She had behaved immaturely. She thanked her friend and promised to pass by her hostel when the issue was settled and left for Kwadjo Boateng’s hostel. She met his absence. His roommates told her he went out immediately he came back from church. She tried his line several times but it was off.

Kwadjo Boateng embraced his mother when she got down from a trotro. He held her hand and they walked to the school campus. He located a cool restaurant and took his mother in. He ordered for drinks and the conversation started. ‘I am very sorry for keeping this from you for a very long time. It’s high time I made you know what your father did to me. I know it’s hærd but please forgive me if I cry along the line. I know you hate to see me sad but for once, please allow me to cry when the need arises’ she paused and went into her bag. She brought out a photo of a man and handed it to Kwadjo. He took the picture with shaky hands. Nobody told him that was his father. He looked exactly like himself. ‘God is so wonderful. You are a photo copy of your father. Now the story of my life’… It’s getting hotter.

To be continued…………….