photo courtesy: antoinespeaks.co.uk
I could still remember my grave and pity reaction towards
this, especially, how it all happened and to think that such a thing could ever
befall on me. it’s just sad that I can’t recall much but the blurry picture of
that experience still hangs some memories.
it’s been about a year plus since this predicament. I had
woken up one morning on a weekend of my examination week - My first semester in
the GIJ. I stretched my arms widely and farted out my tiredness; a feeling so
sweet, it can’t be compared to a morning kiss. I greeted my roomie or as I
would like to call him, my brother, with a tease like we usually do while we
tried to keep the mood with hungry stomachs. Not a moment too long, I received
a mobile money alert with an amount of GH¢ 50 cashed into my account
from my mum. I called back to thank her and rushed out to get some food for my
brother and I and just at that moment when I stepped out, trouble waved at me.
on my way to withdraw the money, I passed by two peculiar
old men who wore blue wretched uniforms. Their faces, I can’t recall but they
were old; very much like the age of those kind of men in rural areas who have
lots of kids or no kids at all and are past their 50s. I didn’t really pay attention
back then because I didn’t turn to greet them. I made my way to the mobile
money agent and withdrew GH¢ 40 but was unfortunate to miss the
waakye seller, whom we usually buy from. So with no other interesting option, I
decided to go back to the hostel.
Right at the junction before my hostel, I was stopped by one
old man, looking very familiar, who was in desperate need to locate a forex
bureau named, in a Kumasi accent, “anti melcy” (direct translation, auntie
mercy). I really couldn’t help him since I wasn’t familiar with the hood but he
wouldn’t leave me alone either. He didn’t look anything like a father to me and
my parents warned me to stay away from strangers but society also demands that
we respect our elderly, so I finally gave in after all his insistent babbling
and pleading and tried to help him. I walked him down the path to my hostel to
see if I could get someone else to help him. There and then, the old man
insisted that we sought directions from a very strange and also familiar
passer-by. I was itching to get him off my back so I agreed to his idea.
Luckily the man said he knew the place we were looking for. I thanked my stars
and tried to make haste away from the old creeps but then the old man held my
hands and whispered to me that he didn’t trust the stranger and would like it
if I accompanied him just to be safe because he sees that I’m a good boy.
What the hell! Now this old man took me for a security
guard? I was furious. I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind but
society…hmm! I just couldn’t say no too. So I decided to get this over with
once and for all.
They took me back to the junction and down the street
leading to Accra High School. Just before we got to the destination…..
……..TO BE CONTINUED
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