Tiit For Tat - S01 E35

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E35

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.~ Jesus Christ.

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At the entrance of the big market in Accra, Ghana’s largest city, a daily scene unfolded that seemed an unvarying part of Fatima’s life.

I was right on the spot escorting Fatima to see how I could be of help to her. So far she had been very magnanimous to me.

Soon Fatima got a load and I helped her by carrying one.

Some people were even laughing at me. A male Kayayo. It looked like the kayayo business was gender specific. After carrying a few more load, I became tired and stopped. Surprisingly, Fatima seemed indefatigable.

I saw her and Fifteen other girls sat on their overturned white head-pans, chatting, giggling and pointing at the people who walked by.

When a bus full of passengers pulled into the bustling station, Fatima and the girls sprung to their feet in a cloud of dust.

They laughed and shouted as they chased the vehicle, and some of her colleagues even jumped onto the back bumper and peered inside. Long before the bus had stopped, they were claiming pieces of luggage and calculating how much money they might earn by carrying them.

Sadly the passengers took their luggage and left , without any assistance. Still, Fatima and the girls were playful as they returned to their seats, skipping and pushing each other along as they walked.

I watched this scenario over and over again until it was no longer new to me.

I decided to explore other avenues instead of the Kayayo to make money. I moved towards the kinbu Extension. I noticed the population of the street hawkers kept increasing.

All those menial workers were busy selling their trade. Many of the young lads were pulling trucks loaded with heavy loads and I noticed that the females were also carrying pans of heavy load.

I bypassed them and moved on.

I loitered around a bit before moving towards the kantamanto area in the central business area of Accra. I came across trade fair “pavilion B” agents who were distributing coupons to the unsuspecting public for free T – shirt and other assorted items to be used in purchasing goods at discount prices at the trade fair.

At the end of the Makola Market near Angelina House, were a couple of boys unloading cements from an articulated truck. I saw many people from no where at all running to join in the work. I joined them without asking who their employer was or how I was going to be paid if I did it.

At the end of the tiring job however a man came and paid each of us Ghc 25.00. I was excited

When I was deliberating on what to do next, I saw an old man carrying loads from a warehouse into a vehicle too.

Without any invitation I joined them too. We worked for about two hour. After that each loader was given Ghc 30.00.

I soon became famous around the makola market. People who want to load or offload goods looked for me.

I returned one evening and saw Fatima sad. As soon as she saw me , she knelt down and began begging. Naturally, I asked her what was wrong. She told me the lady who stole my money when I first arrived in Accra was her sister Aisha. She knew all along that her sister was the pickpocket. I now understood why she was so kind to me ever since I came to Ghana. I was obliged to forgive them.

The Lord’s prayer said we should forgive those who trespassed against us.

The moment I said ” I have forgiven her” Aisha came out from her hideout and handed over the rest of my money to me. Out of the 10,000 Naira, she gave me 5000 Naira. I thanked her for showing signs of repentance.

One morning, on my way to the market to do my usual job I heard an advertisement from one of the FM stations that people with a minimum of JSS standard of education were being invited to be security guards at the Kotoka International Airport.

I boarded a vehicle at once to the airport. I was lucky to be among the few chosen for the job. Having now gotten a steady job with regular income, I decided to find a small accommodation in the area.From there, I would plan my life for the future.

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