Dial - Season 2 - Episode 93

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 93

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And that was how I brought Maame Ntiriwaa into my mansion.

The following day was hectic.
I called my friends in the police and BNI, and gave them a picture of Abena Adobea which Maame Ntiriwaa had given me. I put a reward on it, and tasked them to do whatever they could to find her for me.

Later, I went to the office, where everyone was quite taken aback by the new me. I held a staff meeting, and announced changes in salaries and overall general conditions of work, announcing packages that made the staff roar with delight.

And then, for the very first time in my life, I apologized to all of them for any wrongs I might have caused them, and asked for their forgiveness. I went round hugging them.
One woman, an executive marketing manager, flinched from me and regarded me with stunned eyes.
“Are you quite okay?” she asked nervously. “I’m not comfortable with you!”

This brought a bang of laughter from the others.
“I’m fine, Yvette,” I said softly. “I met God on the road.”
“Aha, now you’re finally making sense,” she shouted, and then hugged me tightly.
It was a massive feeling seeing their happy and relieved faces, and I felt good about myself.
Really good.

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Three days later my car pulled up in front of a gate.

I got down just as the gate opened and an elegant but gaunt beautiful woman in a long black dress emerged.
I walked toward her.

She stopped and gaped at me with stunned eyes, her expression one of hope and miserable pain at the same time.
This woman had tried, over and again, to win my trust and my love. She had been genuinely remorseful. She had even begged my Pappy over and again just to allow her to see us occasionally.

This poor woman had lived a life of pain. Her parents were both dead now, and she had never been able to have more children. She was all alone, abandoned and in constant pain.

And she had paid the ultimate price when her own son unknowingly slept with her own mother.

“Yao?” she whispered, putting her hand on her trembling lips.

The pain was lodged in my throat, and as hard as I fought it, I could not stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks.

Each time I had met this woman I had spoken words that had hurt her beyond measure. My fury and anger at her for dumping me on my Pappy when I was still a baby had consumed me so much that if had been able to, I would have hurt her physically.

I had hated and despised that single mistake she made in her life, and I had brandished it like a sword above her, striking her cruelly over and again.

For a mother to live with the scorn and hatred of her only son must have really shattered this woman indeed.

And so I fell on my knees in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my face to her belly.
“Mother!” I said painfully. “I’m sorry. Please forgive your son.”
She could not stand straight.

She was trembling too hard, and it was as if she had no bones in her body. Weakly she dropped to her knees too, put her arms around my neck, her hot cheeks on my mine, and then she simply cried her heart out.
I did not let her go back into that lonely house that day. I lifted her eventually and carried her to my car.

And then I sent her to my mansion to meet Maame Ntiriwaa.

Their laughter filled the house that night as I went up to the roof and stared out across the expanse.

My heart was in deep pain.
There was another voice I needed in my mansion, the most important, the voice that echoed my heart, and made my heart beat with passion.

Her…the one, the only one.
I looked into the sky as my pain rocketed abysmally.

Oh, Maa Abena, my love, my dearest love…where are you Abena? I’m hurting, I’m dying! I’m here for you. I miss you, I need you. I’m pain, and pain is me, because you’re not here. Where are you, Abena?
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