ALL ABOUT US AGAIN!

Hi there fellas ,how I've miiiiiiised yoooooou! 😍 I wrote part 1 of this story about a week ago and the response was massive! Thank you so much for coming to read. A special thank you to Ms Ama Pomaa who has truly inspired me and who also remarkably comments every time! 😘
Well, as you know, I couldn't end it last week so I'm here to do that as an early birthday present from me to you! (Tomorrow God willing be my birthday 😝...don't forget to wish me one yeah?)

Anyway, this is where we ended last week :

Jonathan trembled as he walked and half sprinted to Room 666 "How poetic! " he scoffed as he got there and stretched forth his hands to open the door with a key card he had bribed a receptionist for.

"Awurade!" he half cried and half  screamed. "His mother had been right all along! "

I dedicate this week's piece to Maafia ( I'm a little embarrassed 'cause I don't recall your full name)🙇  Happy Birthday sister.🙌🍟🍔 It has been a wonderful couple of weeks interacting with you. I pray that God blesses you like Rebecca, Sarah, Ruth and all other women of faith according to all the riches and glory of our Lord Jesus Christ!

Now with that said, I present to you ...part deux! 😉( don't neglect to tell me what you think after ya heard?... Pretty please?) 

The Others 

"Psssst!...Sekyiwa!... Sekyiwa!... Ei Sekyiwa so is it not you I'm calling? " Efua shouted and hissed as she half sprinted after Sekyiwa. It wasn't that the latter had not heard her but she just wanted to avoid Efua today. Everybody in their gated community knew that Efua could talk and when she started one of her "information service" announcements, well, let's just say she forgot that there was something called time.

"Oh Sekyiwa, so didn't you hear me calling you from afar?... Huh?... Oh please don't do that ooo!" Efua said panting. She had finally caught up with Sekyiwa who held an empty laundry basket.
"so where are you coming from? " She asked.
"One of my master's sister sent me to collect this, " Sekyiwa replied, slightly tilting the basket towards Efua.

Efua parted her lips to say something Sekyiwa was sure was going to be inappropriate but then she shut her mouth and began again almost immediately, "A-ha! So you_you were the first person I sent an invite for my mother's funeral but you didn't show up koraa...I'm very disappointed in you! "

"Aaaaah! So is that why you were following me all this while with your heart set on beating the world record of how loud my name can be shouted from a distance?...Efua Yeboaa paaa am I the one who killed your mother? " Sekyiwa bemused to a startled Efua.

 "The thing, didn't I send you a message that Ali had left the house unceremoniously so my duties in the house had increased and although I would have loved  to accompany you I couldn't? "
"Oh ....yeeeees, I remember it now! "Efua remarked while nervously touching her scalp.

"Tweeee... !" Sekyiwa echoed. "You See what menopause is doing you? " she added as they both roared with laughter.
"Anyway, so Ali, you haven't heard from him still?" Efua questioned.

"No ooo ," Sekyiwa answered. "And stop making your face like that, I've tried calling him several times.  I even wrote to his sister Lariba but I haven't received a response yet " she explained.
"So you de3 you don't know 333?!" Efua accosted her as a smile played on her lips.
"Know what?... Why ,what have you heard? "
"Eiii come and see who now wants to know what I've heard?" Efua said in a lilting laugh.
"Fine... If you won't say it I'm leaving."Sekyiwa stated matter-of -factedly and proceeded to pretend to leave.
"Fine!... Fine!.. I'll tell you... You don't know how to play at all, "Efua pleaded. Sekyiwa laughed as she stopped.

"So a little bird tells me, that your precious Ali was caught with that little witch, Delalie in the Browns' house..."
"Ah... but how does that solve anything?...what was he caught doing? "
"Hoh! The thing I'm bringing the procession to your house and you are coming to meet it! " Efua declared impatiently.
"Sorry... continue. "

"They say that he was caught... doing Okude... Okude... Okude! With Delalie in her madam's pantry" Efua stressed while gyrating her hips this way and that amidst glee and unalloyed laughter.  "That, Mrs Brown caught them feeli feeli and almost had a coronary attack from pure rage... That she threatened to destroy him and his 'kind' and so Ali bolted, overcome with fear, back to his little village in Sandema." she added,this time not laughing but then suddenly the image of Ali being caught flashed in her brain and she burst into uncontrollable laughter again. Sekyiwa just gawked at her.
"So what about Delalie?... What did Mrs Brown do with her? " Efua asked.

"I heard she wants to sack her but her hubby is against the idea... " Efua replied while dropping her voice and getting closer to Sekyiwa. "I even heard that Delalie has... errm... a bun in the oven... has caught a ball," she hissed while splaying her arms around her stomach.

"And you didn't hear this from me ooo but they even say the hubby, Mr Kwaku Brown, is the father!" she dropped shockingly.
Efua searched Sekyiwa's face for bewilderment and understanding. Finding plenty, she concluded, "speaking of buns in an oven, I have a cake in there and I have to go check on it  before that spoiled brat, Ohenewaa, come back from her trip to town."

And with that, She departed for the Ntifuls, where she worked as a baker.
Sekyiwa stood there for a moment, processing the overwhelming information Efua had saddled her with. Making sense of some and dumping the rest into the laundry basket together with its emptiness ...to be revisited later, and proceeded home towards the Kubis...towards uncertainty.

The Kubis 

"Sekyiwa!... Check who is at the door please! " Nsowaa, Jonathan's eldest sister howled from the living room. They had all come; Nsowaa, her three children and husband; Amoakona and Opoku (boyfriend for fifteen years) and their increasingly aged mother.

They had come to offer their brother some emotional support as it were, all the while making themselves comfortable.... way too comfortable for Sekyiwa's liking in the house. Their constant "Sekyiwa do this, Sekyiwa do that... and Sekyiwa the toilet has clogged can you unclog it? " irritated her and she hated them vehemently.

She was overjoyed then when she opened the door and found to her greatest pleasure that it was her madam , her madam's parents and a few of her family members who had come. She invited them in.
"Who is it? " Nsowaa asked.
Greetings to you all the entourage burst in before Sekyiwa could answer. Amoakona screamed for their mother to come, and sent the children away.

"What do you want here? "Nsowaa sneered at Akorley.
"Our brother is not home! "Amoakona added.
"What is the shouting all about? " their mother entered the room while adjusting her wrapper.
"Greetings Maame... " the eldest among them greeted her.
"I respond... Please there are chairs"
"Thank you, "Akorley and her family accepted and sat down.

"Would you like some water? " Esi, their mother asked to the great displeasure of her daughters. Why was she entertaining an adulterer and a brood of adulterers like that? They wanted to know.
"For water, we have drank plenty so it's okay "

"Well, you are the ones on a mission.  Unfold your tongue and let's hear you, " Maame Esi requested.
The elder was just about to start when the door to the living room opened and in entered Jonathan with Asantewaa following closely behind. Naa Akorley's heart broke as her eyes filled with tears.

"What is this!?" he hissed immediately with a scowl painted on his face. "I said it's over!...you don't know when something is over!? "he added as his sisters cheered on.
"Young man, be patient and sit down" Akorley's father pleaded with him. He complied, his heart heaving up and down. Asantewaa sat beside him very closely.

Maame Esi rolled her eyes. She hated her even more than Naa Akorley, what!? With her painted acrylic nails and beauty anybody could buy in a shop. She more detested how she was putting her claws in her son again.

When emotions settled a little, Akorley's entourage began to plead her case. They said they know that what she'd allegedly done was serious but their daughter insisted she was innocent.She claimed that someone had drugged her,that there had been no sex had, that the culprit was the same man they accused her of cheating with. The whole thing was hard to swallow but they believed Naa was not one to make up stories either.

"But why?" Asantewaa spoke out of turn while Jonathan nodded in agreement. "I mean why would one of the richest men in the country drug you, put you in one of the sleaziest hubs in the country and not sleep with you ?" she continued.

"Jonathan... Please I know  all this sound absurd but please believe me... I am innocent," Naa Akorley pleaded with tear-filled eyes  and on her knees, holding tightly on to one of his legs.

Sekyiwa entered presently and announced that Mrs Brown was at the door, that she wanted to speak to Jonathan alone and quite privately too. Asantewaa's phone buzzed consequently and she rose up quickly to leave too, claiming she had an emergency to attend to.

Jonathan rose up hesitantly to go and listen to what Mrs Brown had to tell him. Upon reaching the door, she saw what looked like an angry staring contest between Mrs Brown and Asantewaa as the latter sat in her blue Peugeot to drive away. He dismissed the image from his thoughts and resolved that what he saw was nothing. The two couldn't know each other. Or could they?

The Browns. 

"She knows... we have to flee now" That was the text message Asantewaa had received. This was not how she had imagined things were going to go.
For once, she wanted fate, the gods, God or whoever was up there to be on her side but alas here she was again. The plan had been simple, seduce Mr. Kwaku Bentil Brown, put her infamous claws into him and use him to destroy Jonathan's marriage.

Quite contrary to popular belief, Mr Kwaku Bentil Brown was actually Nii Ashitey of Osu and that it was Mrs Brown who fell in love with him and created the personality of Kwaku Bentil Brown to deceive her parents into allowing her to marry him.
He was poor and she was the only child of a fabulously rich family.

It was only a thing that happened in fairy tales but they had done it. Those two, they had successfully deceived her parents and gotten hitched. They lived happily ever after almost before Mrs Brown discovered that Kwaku couldn't keep it in his pants.

He spent her money on frivolities and bedding insecure girls.
Mrs Brown had coped with it until she found out that Delalie was pregnant with her husband's child. That had been the straw that broke the camel's back. She filed for divorce and since a prenuptial agreement was signed before the marriage, Kwaku was going to get nothing. He knew that too.

It was however Asantewaa who had offered him a way out of his ordeal. That he helped her get Naa Akorley out of the picture and once she became the new Mrs Kubi, she was going to make him rich again. Mrs Brown narrated to a bewildered Jonathan.
"So... What are you saying? " Jonathan quipped.

"I'm saying your wife is innocent... I'm saying my husband is a scoundrel and I apologize for that," Mrs Brown answered.

Jonathan rushed out of the room straight to the living room, straight to pick up his Naa Akorley from the Persian-carpeted floor and kiss her and tell her that all was forgiven and that she should in turn forgive him too.

 The gathered audience shockingly watched as these string of events followed one another sequentially. Jonathan explained the current state of events to the group. Naa Akorley's mother jumped up and praised her God.

"Wait, shouldn't we be reporting Mr Brown and Asantewaa to the police? " Opoku spoke for the first time since the meeting started.
"Don't worry about that, it has been taken care of, " Mrs Brown appeared in the room to offer as explanation. After, when she was leaving, she laughed hysterically as the people watched in horror. What did she mean by it had been taken care of?

All of Us 

Later that night, as the affluent and not so affluent members of the wonderful Sikaman Estates sat to relax while watching the evening news or listen  to it on the radio, they got the answer to that question.

It had been gory. The accident. Eyeballs were crushed, body parts scattered, a close examination of the front seats revealed two bodies; one of a male and the other of a female. They were later revealed to be that of the millionaire, Mr. Kwaku Bentil Brown and an alleged mistress.

But Jonathan didn't need a forensic expert to tell him that the other person was Asantewaa, that the now-crushed V8 was Mr Brown's vehicle. He switched his look to Naa Akorley whose head laid on his laps and kissed her forehead. He was so glad to have her.
Mrs Brown watched the news with satisfaction.

 Sammy the mechanic had done the job he was famous for well. She had paid him handsomely to do something creative with the brakes of Mr Brown's car when he had come to do the routine check-up today. It was she who had hired a private investigator who had tapped the phones of Asantewaa and Kwaku Brown and so was privy to the fact that they were planning to escape.

"That fool...this ought to teach him," she thought. Tomorrow, sympathizers would flood her compound to express their sorrows. She will play the part of a bereaved widow very well, almost too well that she might even believe it. She practices a cry and laughs.

"And mother said I couldn't act?"

The End! 

Translations

1. Feeli feeli : to be a first person observer

2. So you de3 you haven't heard anything 333? : so you are oblivious of everything? 

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