Soul In Tears
Kwadjo Boateng located Clara at her hostel.
Clara ran to meet him when she spotted him getting closer to the hostel. She apologized to him for her earlier misconduct.
‘don’t bother yourself about the past. Let face the future’… Awwww that is so sweet of you. Did your friend’s told you I was there?’
‘they sure did. There is something I want you to know’ Kwadjo disclosed. ‘really!, hope it’s isn’t a bad news’ she asked when they located a bench and sat down. The bench was under a nim tree which was about five hundred meters from Clara’s hostel. ‘Hmmmm’ Kwadjo exhaled loudly. The young lady sensed there was danger. ‘I think I would have to classify it as a bad news’ Kwadjo adjusted himself on the bench. Clara frowned. She got confused. Kwadjo Boateng disclosed to her what the strange young man told him. ‘do you know who he is? Do you know his name?’ Clara was more confused than ever. ‘no. I don’t know him anywhere. He never disclosed his identity to me. I am very confused than you are’ he said staring at the young lady sitting beside him on the bench.
The two young adults sat in silence for sometime before Clara found her voice.
‘I think you would have to avoid the pending danger by being serious with your Christian life like he suggested’
‘I don’t remember the last time I missed church service or youth meetings or other spiritual activities. So I don’t understand why he insisted I take my spiritual life serious’ Kwadjo Boateng was certain about what he said.
‘my dear, doing all those things doesn’t mean you are taken your spiritual life serious. Maybe there is something wrong with your personal relationship with God that you need to check’
The young man did a quick scan of his life and realised the young lady was right. He couldn’t remember the last time he read his Bible or prayed alone. He disclosed to Clara that she was right. He promised to do the right thing. Their moods changed for the better. ‘as for the issue concerning his father, he decided to keep it to himself. He felt very much better haven spoken about the pending doom. Clara on the other hand was smiling heartily but felt very disappointed within. She had become very fond of the young man and hoped the young man felt the same way but it seems to her that, the young man had no feelings for her. He only saw her as a friend.
A week after Maame Adwoa visited her son in school. She went to Yaa Mansah’s shop as usual for goods. After packing her goods into her basket, she went about selling her goods at Kantamanto. Someone called her for slippers and whiles she was serving the customer, local task force known as ‘Aba eei’ meaning they are coming, whisked her basket away into a waiting van. She pleaded with them. She tried to let them understand that, that was not where she sells but her plea fell on deaf ears. She was told to go to their office. She wasn’t the only one. Lots of traders were victims of the massacre. She couldn’t sell her goods that day. Since the massacre took place in the late afternoon, she decided to go to the office the next day. She therefore went home. That evening, Kwadjo called and told her he needed some money to buy hand outs. She promised to send the money. She checked the money she had on her and it was exactly what her son needed. She knew there was no way the task force would give her goods to her without paying something to them. She was torn between her son’s hand outs and her ceased goods.
She sent her son the money, remembering the promise she made to the young man. She went to the task force office the following day with nothing on her. She was told to pay something before her goods would be released to her. She pleaded and told them she had nothing on her. They told her to pay the money or leave their office. She insisted that she had nothing on her. One of the officers suggested that before the goods would be released to her free of charged, she must clean every washroom at the office complex. Maame Adwoa thought of her son who would need money and did what she was asked to do. It took her more than three hours before completing the job. She had tears in her eyes when the goods were released to her… To bad I have to end here.
Maame Adwoa was very exhausted when she got out of the task force office but because she had nothing on her, she had no choice than to sell her goods. She hawked the whole day but sold only two slippers. She cursed the task force workers before closing from work. Instead of feeling frustrated when she got home, the photo of her son on the wall gave her a new hope. A positive hope.
Kwadjo Boateng went through Clara’s quiz papers still not believing his eyes. The young lady wasn’t good academically but ever since they became friends, the young lady was doing well.
‘this is unbelievable. You are really catching up with your academics’ he was still scanning through the papers to make sure the lecturer didn’t make mistakes when marking their end of semester quiz.
‘are you saying I can’t get good grades or what?’ Clara asked with a frown
‘no no no, please don’t take this thing personal. I am only amazed at how you have improved yourself. It’s good but don’t forget that no matter how hard you try, you can never catch up with me’ Kwadjo said amusingly which got both of them laughing. Kwadjo Boateng was very happy with the way things were going. In the beginning, he had doubts about the young lady but he was now convinced that she is the right person for him.
‘yeah… Yes I.. I.. Its a must’ he stammered.
‘why are you stammering. Are you scared to know my home’… ‘I don’t think I said that’ he answered.
It was the end of their first semester in the university and through the ups and downs, they were able to make good grades to make their parents proud. Clara’s good performance had to do with Kwadjo Boateng. She knew how good the young man was when it came to academics but she wasn’t. She therefore worked harder to get to where was now. She did that for love. Love she sometimes think would never be possible. Kwadjo Boateng packed a few things he would take home and met Clara in front of her hostel. A few minutes later, a 4×4 Toyota high lander stopped in front of them. The driver got down and greeted Clara. He parked her things into the car and added Kwadjo’s also. The driver opened the backseat for them to enter. Kwadjo Boateng was confused in his mind. He had a lot of questions on his mind concerning the car but kept his silence. He felt very uncomfortable till they got to the Benson’s Villa. That was the inscription he saw in front of the gate. The beauty of the compound, took his breathe away. They entered the hall and the young man still couldn’t find his voice. The Benson’s were seriously rich.
A woman who Kwadjo guessed to be Clara’s mother emerged from one of the rooms and ran to hug Clara. ‘honey, I am very sorry for not visiting you in school. You know my travelling’ she said and Clara rolled her eyes indicating that it was not something new to her.
‘mom, meet Kwadjo Boateng my course mate. Boateng meet my mother, Mrs Benson’ Clara introduced. ‘welcome my son, feel at home’… Her phone rang before completing the sentence. She checked the screen and exclaimed. ‘oh my gosh, that is the woman who needs clothes from London. I have to deliver it now. My son please do feel at home’ she said and before the eyes twinkled, she was gone.
Clara returned with a tray in her hands. It contained two chilled glasses of fruit juice. She served her mate as well as her self. A few minutes later, jolloff was served by one of the cooks in the house. They both filled their Tommie’s with the delicious food. Kwadjo Boateng understood why Clara had taste for good food. ‘it’s getting late. I have to leave’ Kwadjo Boateng disclosed. ‘don’t worry, my driver and I will drop you at your door step’…
‘my door step!’ he exclaimed. ‘yeah! Any problem?’… ‘you don’t have to worry about dropping me home. I will be fine’… As hard as Clara tried, the young man refused to accept the offer. She escorted him to the junction and picked a taxi for him. Kwadjo Boateng was very relieved when he got out of Clara’s site. He cursed himself for the thought of proposing to her. They were world’s apart and there was no way the young lady was going to accept him should she found out how poor they are. He decided to bury the feelings he had for her and maintain the friendship. Clara went home very excited. She felt their house had made a very good impression on the young man and there was no way he wouldn’t propose love to her… It’s getting sweeter by the minute.
To be continued……………