Cheaters - S01 E51

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Cheaters - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

===The Ghost On Wall Street===

I Simon, returned from a long trip to my mum’s and heard all the happenings in my house.I was very much infuriated that I wanted to pack out and leave the apartment immediately.

I was very much infuriated with Biggie for not informing me of the happenings. He replied when I asked him by saying that he did not want me to come down from where I was only to cause a scene.

But for Biggie,I would have approached the Landlady and her son and what would have happened there,only God knew.

Instead of me leaving,Biggie decided to leave and stay with his mum for the time being before he hired an apartment for himself and his new concubine to live in.

I arrived from my mum’s place on Thursday,a day before Akwesi’s funeral.Biggie called me to the occasion.I was very much unhappy when he pronounced Akwesi dead on the phone.

I did not want to miss his burial which could even allow his ghost to be at logger heads with me.

Akewsi’s funeral rite came with so much people in town.One could find his long lost friends where he least expected that day.

There were so many youth in town that day gracing the occasion with their black and red “Brisi and Kobin”(Funeral attires usually on during funerals),which were worn by more than half of the population who attended the burial.

There was a massive “wake keeping”(An occasion performed for the dead which allowed him to be laid in state for visitors who wanted to see him to do so before he is burried the next day)….The rite is performed through out the night.

Little did I know that,the youth of today had turned such an occasion into a joyous one.Usually,there is a background music which prevents boredomness and sleep.

The music played mostly were folk songs and dirges which mostly remembered those who knew the deceased which allowed them to weep.

But for now,the youth of today have turned such a memorable

occasion into a joyous one.It is not mostly the DJ’s fault to play such music,because if he doesn’t no one would stay there long for the occasion to end.

Instead,the DJ is falsed to play all kinds of music ranging from ” Hip life to Azonto music which allowed the youth to danse till mummy called.

Instead for them to remember the deceased with folk songs and dirges,they play music which could make the ghost of the deceased to wake up from his slumber and weep because no living soul would want people to be happy during his “wake keeping”.

Akwesi’s colleagues from Senior High refused to allow the ambulance convey the copse to the cemetery to be hurried.Instead they preferred carrying the coffin on their mascular shoulders to the funeral.

The burial which could have lasted for at least thirty minutes,lasted for an Hour because Akwesi’s colleagues who refused to allow the Haise carry the copse to the cemetery for burial,delayed us.

They were all a bunch of drunkards carrying the coffin to the cemetery.Imagine drunkards carrying a Coffman to the cemetery.

The whole crowd became annoyed with their ackward behaviour that they had to allow other colleagues who where not drunk carry the corpse.

Even with that,there were confusion among the colleagues because the drunkards carrying the corpse did not want to leave the coffin for those who were not drunk.

We had to solve the issue for an extra thirty minutes before the drunkards allowed us to carry the coffin.They turned to sing dirges behind us till we reached the cemetery.

*Never allow school drunkards to carry a coffin to the cemetery for burial.You can try it if only you are not in a hurry to burry the corpse and escote visitors who helped you burry your beloved.

The corpse was buried at exactly half past four with the Catholic Priest giving his final prayer to the copse before he was finally buried.

The crowd returned to Akwesi’s family house with most of the still annoyed with his colleagues who carried the corpse.

The drunkards had delayed the visitors who planned on leaving to their various homes that day.

They were all given apartments to sleep in because they could not travel.

Akwesi’s family house was not closer to mine,it was just some stone throw from where I lived.

*That unforgettable Friday night,Biggie woke me up to hear the strange voice of a supposed ghost crying and shouting for people to help him beseech the man who killed him not to kill him.

Such noise woke everyone in the neighborhood but nobody came out for fear of coming into contact with the Ghost on Wall Street.

I recall hearing voices like,”Pleas help me,I didn’t steal his money…

plllleeeeaaaaasssss !!!! somebody hhhhhhheeeeeelllllppppp mmmmmeeeeee !!!!!

Then I also heard the ghost pushing a bench on the floor.

Meanwhile,the dogs in the neighborhood were backing.

Then there came a knock on my door,followed by several banging on the door which frightened Biggie to hold me thight.I was however freezed to death, that I wanted to pee on myself that very minute….