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Story: PASSWORD Season 2Ep10


password Season 2Ep10

©Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

“The voices are not here!” Kofi explained. “They’re in the water closet! I heard them! If you want to poop go and do it in the water closet!”

Pilot pushed Kofi hard in the chest.

“You goat!” he said angrily. “How can voices be in the water closet? Are you crazy? Don’t you know they’ll drown in the water?”
“Oh, yes,” Captain said. “They will drown like glonglonglon! And then they wouldn’t be able to swim because they’ve drowned.”

“Hiya, I’m Malboro,” said Malboro. “Welcome to madness. We’re all mad here.”

Pilot pointed to Captain’s teddy bear, his eyes suddenly wide with fear.

“The voices are in that thing!” he cried suddenly. “They’re going to kill us all! I have to poop on it!”
And Captain sat up suddenly and looked at Pilot with eyes that were suddenly mad with fury.

“You want to s--t on my brother?” he asked, and then he launched himself off the bed and smacked into Pilot, and both of them crashed to the floor in a heap of limbs.

Malboro pointed to Pilot’s naked buttocks.

“Do you know there’s one hair on this man’s bombom?” he asked with rather a serious face. “Just one hair. It is called Shalanta because it shalants.”

Kofi looked at Malboro with suspicious eyes.

“What is shalants?” he asked warily.

“How would I know?” he said seriously, and then he smiled and held out his hand. “Hiya, I’m Malboro.”

“Go and sleep, Malboro,” Kofi said and walked dejectedly to the chair behind the desk.

“How can I sleep when I don’t have eyes?” Malboro asked rather crossly, frowning at Kofi. “Eyes are windows to the soul. So if I sleep the Spajigans will come and look through the eye-windows at my soul and laugh and hoohoo, hoohoo, hoohoo!”

“Okay,” Kofi said and turned away to read his Bible.

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Captain and Pilot had stopped fighting.

They were now both lying prone on the floor and pressing one ear each to the cold floor.

“I hear something,” Pilot said and put a hand to his lips. “Shush, shush, I can hear it!”

“What, what, what?” Captain said excitedly as he also strained to hear whatever it was. “I hear some krrrr-krrrr sounds too!”

“No, no, no!” Pilot said. “The krrrr-krrrr sounds are coming from Malboro’s bed, he’s bouncing on it. Pay attention and listen to the floor! You’ll hear the voices!”
They were both concentrated hard on the floor, their faces screwed up.

“I hear it, I hear it!” Captain said, and Kofi turned his head to look at him.

“What did you hear?” Pilot was asking eagerly.

“I hear President Trump,” Captain said. “He’s singing Amakye Dede’s song!”

“Wooooooow!!” Pilot said, listening hard. “Yeah, yeah! I can hear it too! He’s singing Amakye Dede’s Brebrebe song!”

“Nooooo!” Captain said. “Listen well! It’s not Brebrebe!”

“What is it then? What is it?” Pilot asked eagerly.

“It is Brebrebe, can’t you hear?” Captain said.

“Okay, I hear it now!”

Malboro suddenly rushed to Kofi’s side.

“Hiya. I’m Malboro!” he said brightly. “Heeeey! You’re reading the Bible! If you meet Lot ask him why he slept with his daughters! That man was such a fool!”

“Lot?” Kofi asked, smiling in spite of himself. “Who’s he?”

“Oh, that man whose wife turned to salt and he ended up shagging his daughters!” Malboro said excitedly. “I used to be a preacher, you know. I was preaching in the Synagogues to some thieves when Jesus came. Jesus didn’t have patience at all! He took a whip and caned all the thieves! Meanwhile I was preaching to them. That’s why I told Judas to betray Jesus. I even visited Rachel. She was a prostitute. I gave her three rounds gish gish gish and she ran away because her skolokakita was paining her.”

“Her what?” Kofi asked with a huge grin.

“Her skolokakita, smelly hole, hole of chanchuba, the hole of all troubles of all men of all countries! Don’t joke with skolokakita, the hole of papuloo, it can kill you! It can take you to your death, that hole of abalakus! If you follow it, you can even shag a corpse, I tell you!”

Kofi began to giggle, and then it turned to a thunderous roar of laughter. Pilot and Captain sat up, looked at him, and they also roared with great laughter.

Malboro had an uneasy look on his face, and then he also bleated out a high-pitched insane laugh that only made Kofi laugh harder…

And when the door opened and Maa Abena Nyantie and Nii Lin walked in, they found all four of them laughing so hard that it scared Maa Abena to the very ends of her nerves; for a moment she couldn’t tell whether Kofi was sane or insane.

She walked toward him slowly and saw that tears were streaming down his face because he had laughed so hard.

She touched his arm gently.
“Kofi?” she whispered. “Are you okay?”

She knew deep down that it was now absolutely urgent to get Kofi out of the asylum. He was in a great risk of becoming insane if he should be left to operate under such acute stress.

Malboro held out his hand to her.
“Hiya. I’m Malboro. Welcome to madness. We’re all mad here.”
“Hello, Malboro,” Maa Abena said.
Kofi controlled his laughter and smiled at her, and she saw just how incredibly handsome he was, especially when he was smiling like that.

“Hello, Abena,” he said, his eyes roving her face. “You’re so d--n beautiful. Anytime I close my eyes I see you, can you believe that?”
She tried hard not to smile, but when she looked down at her feet, she was smiling.

And she was relieved. At least he was sane, for now.

But she knew it was very dangerous to keep him cooped up in the asylum.

Akweley didn’t know why she still had unhappy mood swings recently, especially late at nights just before she slept, and sometimes in the afternoons when she was all alone.

It had been almost five months now since Kofi was sent to the asylum. During that period, she had borne the pity and support of her circle, who had all expressed shock sent her messages of support.

Some too had only been filled with scorn, and laughed at her behind her back, but that didn’t worry her overly. It had been very difficult at first, once her initial anger had worn off. She had thought about Kofi a lot, and wondered what might have gone wrong to make him to betray her love and trust in that most terrible way.

She had given him everything because she had loved him to her very core, with everything she had. She knew her father hated him, but she had loved him, and stayed with him through thick and thin.

What he had done was dastardly, and she just couldn’t forgive him. There was no justification for it, and she just didn’t understand why he had done a horrible thing like that.

But that was all in the past now.
She had been shattered, and her heart had been filled with pain, but she was on the road to recovery now, or so she thought. In the gloom of her shattered life, Attah Badu had happened!
It happened in a whirlwind fashion.

Her father had been close to her, trying his best to help her through the crisis after Kofi’s shameful exposure with the Indian corpse. He had insisted on taking her to his office, and to his meetings, making her a part of his busy life.
It was during one of those meetings with some new investors that she had met Attah Badu. He was a Ghanaian, but had lived almost his whole life in the United States, and had now come home to settle, and to invest.

Apparently, he was investing a lot of money into the estate development market, and had chosen to partner her father.

Attah Badu was a perfect gentleman. He was well-groomed and dressed very well. He was tall and well-muscled, every little bit a fit man. He was kind and had a nice face. He was not as handsome as Kofi, no, and probably she would never meet anyone as handsome as Kofi, but he was a real man.

From the very first time they met, and exchanged smiles, it had almost been as if they were meant to be together. She knew later on, from her father’s thoughtful shrewd looks, that it was something her father had been expecting.

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Attah pumped his money into the new partnership, and left the running to the experienced Laryea.

He was forty years old, seventeen years older than Akweley, but he was a gentleman, and that was all that mattered. It was not like Akweley had seen him as a partner from the onset. He had been more like an older brother who was helping her though a very bad time.

They had spent a lot of time together. They went to restaurants, to beaches and resorts and to other functions. They also sometimes went to his incredibly-beau
tiful house on the Akuapim Mountains.

They visited many interesting parts of the country with Akweley serving as a tour guide. Sometimes they stayed longer than a day, but Attah Badu was always the perfect gentleman. He always paid for another room for her, and never made any advances at her.

Gradually Akweley began to warm to his company, and her trust for him increased. She noticed that everywhere they went women stared at him with blatant invitation on their faces, but he never for once paid them any attention.

She dared to ask him if he was in any relationship, but he explained that his marriage had ended in divorce two years previously, and that was why he had come down to Ghana to take things easy.

Their friendship had grown. Akweley realized that when she was with Attah she didn’t think so much about Kofi. She realized that Attah was a great outlet for her pain, and four months into the relationship, he had brought her home, opened the car door for her, and as she stepped out he had kissed her slowly and gently.
It was the first time she had been kissed by another man since meeting Kofi at school and falling in love with him. It had not been an exhilarating explosion of passion like she always felt with Kofi. The fire had not been there, that raging reckless fire that always ended up with heated lovemaking, but that was okay. It was because she was healing, and because it was a new relationship.
It was also because she was growing, and things changed as one matured in life.

A couple of weeks later he had proposed to her on his cruise ship as a musical quartet serenaded them. It had been quite romantic and heart-stopping, and she had accepted his proposal.

Her father had been over the moon at the news, and wedding plans had started in earnest, slated for her birthday.

The only one who had not been happy was Nana Akwasi, her friend. Nana, who had been a family friend since infancy and who had loved her all his life, had thought that with Kofi gone she would eventually be his, only to be met with this news that she was going to marry a forty-year-old naturalized American who was filthy rich!

Nana Akwasi threw a wild fit, and for days refused to speak to Akweley.

Not that she gave a care, anyway.
She had been happy, especially when the wedding invitations were printed, and she scanned one and sent it to everybody in her contact list, and posted it on her social media accounts.

The congratulatory messages poured in, and she was excited that she was on the right path to happiness at last…until one of her friends commented on her Facebook post that other girls could now compete for Kofi Kuntu’s love.

Akweley didn’t know if the comment had been in jest, but suddenly that comment alone gathered tens of replies, from girls, all of them saying they would now go for Kofi Kuntu.
That was not the kind of reaction she had expected. True, some of her male friends posted newspaper clippings of Kofi on top of the corpse, but they received harsh backlash responses from the females.

Akweley lay in bed that night reading through the threads and feeling absolutely shocked by the fact that her female friends were jumping to Kofi’s defence despite the dastardly act he had committed. They were saying that since the court found Kofi mentally-unstable, it meant he needed help, and once cured, he would be available to them.
This really infuriated Akweley, and brought sharp twinges of jealousy to her heart.

And then she received a WhatsApp message from Ato Sey.

You’re making a huge mistake! You don’t even know why Kofi did what he did! You’ve refused to listen to my explanations and now you’re going to get married? Well, I wish you all the best!
Akweley read the message over and again, and as her anger boiled, she also felt a momentary coldness, of unease…and then her unhappiness set in.
She replied Ato’s message.

U keep away frm me, both u nd ur occultic friend!
She saw him online typing, and then the message came.

Sure, we will. Kongratz with ur oluman buggy! Smdh!
Akweley dropped the phone and walked to the window where she stood staring out for a very long time.
She admitted to herself that she was very unhappy.

“Leave me alone, Ato,” she whispered tremulously. “You and that friend of yours. Just leave me alone!”..


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