That Night

 

 

Here is an excerpt of something I worked on a while back. 

“Kwadee!! W’abo Dam? Where are you going now?”

“I was mad to come to you in the first place. Our love was a dead thing even before it began. You were right about that. Be free Esi! Now I finally am.”

 

I walked for hours back to James Town and slept like the dead for 24 hours. I had a plan now.

 

“Stop knocking so loud I’m coming!”

I banged the door even harder.

“I SAID I WAS COMING!! IF YOU DON’T STOP THAT NOISE I GO SLAP YOU TILL YOUR ANCESTORS FEEL IT. YOUR HEAD LIKE GOAT!”

The door swung open on the last statement and I was never happier to see that petite face scrunched up in anger.

“I’ve missed you Adi.”

“Go away Kwadee. Your kind of loving hurts.”

“I brought breakfast.” I said shouldering past her. I started to lay the table.

 

“Adi this place smells. Was something dying here?”

I opened up the tiny window and turned to her.

“You left me here to die of heart sickness. What do you expect? I would have picked myself up at some point and moved on.”

 

I grabbed her and hugged her and she fought me hard, punching and kicking, until finally she was sobbing softly.

“I’m sorry Adi. I carried the dream of Esi for so long that I didn’t see it when that dream died and you took its place. Meeting Esi made me see that I was done with her.”

“Did you…”

“No I did not sleep with her I came back to James town. I wanted only you.”

 

“Why did you buy so much food?”

“I don’t have much to offer you Adobea Anim except my heart and the work of my hands. It’ll never be fancy but it’ll always be my all.” She held my face in her small hands, a shaky smile on her face.

“Is that Red Red? Where did you get that at this hour?”

“I know it’s your favourite.”

“Oh Village!”

“Yes Adi?”

“Why are we still dressed?”

I laughed.

 

The end.

Featured Artwork by April Branco

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