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Harmony Writes, Tamale (2025)

06/08/2020

The weather that night was so cosy in the chambers of the Teviu’s.
Mama Kechi had lit fires in both rooms; so the fire repelled the cold, giving them a warmth relaxation.
One could sleep like a toddler under such tranquillity.
Kechi however was restless and a bit twitchy. She was unable to study nor was she able to catch some sleep either.
Although Social Studies had never been a problem to her, she still needed to learn a thing or two before first-light. She was just not able to focus. Her mind was in the clouds; reverie about Helena and how she would visit her home during their break of the day. She fantasized this deep into the night. She did not realize when sleep crept up on her.

She only remembered being woken by her mom and realized it was already past 6am.
Mama Kechi thought she was just studying inside or getting ready since she’s always the first after her dad to wake up. It was when she noticed the fireplace was dead and without smoke, did she realized she was still not out. She would have set the fire to heat her bathing water, feed her rabbits, do some sweeping and other chores; but none was done yet.
That morning, Kechi was requisite to take her bath with freezing water. She had not much time left to boil her water nor to do the other chores. She asked her mom to feed her coneys and attend to the other stuff for her.
Mama Kechi was more then glad to, for she knew she had to catch the bus at 7am.
Elikplim was already waiting for her when she turn to their compound. They hurried off to their stop point to catch the bus.

“What if the bus has passed this point already?”, Elikplim asked.

“That can’t be. Did they call daavi? (Elikplim shook her head in response; No). Then they are yet to pass here. If they had reached here and didn’t find us, Senior D would have called our parents”, Kechi responded.

“You are right”, Elikplim said, beaming and her eyes twinkling.

They waited for the next ten (10) minutes before the bus arrived.

“Good morning Senior D”, they greeted as they boarded the bus.

Senior D responded and stepped on the gas. They picked up everyone at their various stop points and sped of for Keta.
They noticed the wrecked bus was still there, only it had been blacken. They opined that the whole bus caught fire afterwards, but they was no way of knowing for sure. No soul was in sight to make the inquiry. They just hoped and prayed lots survived the accident.
In no time, they were at the centre, and immediately after the parting speech from their teachers, they all hurried off to their respective classrooms, only Kechi was more swifter. She was in a haste to meet and have a little time with her new friend before the paper began.

When she got to the classroom, she was a bit disappointed; when Helena wasn’t there. She wondered what had happened, because Helena was always in the class when she enters. Could she have also sleep late and lost track of time? Or she probably went out to get something? These and many other questions popped up in Kechi mind. She decided to ask anyone who was in the class before she enter if they had seen Helena. She hissed at the guy seated adjacent her, but before she could say a word, there was Helena entering.
Some sort of joy and inner peace befell Kechi at the sight of her friend.

“Sorry, I was going to ask you of her (pointing)”, Kechi told the guy.

“Oh okay. No problem”, the guy said.

“Hey! I was just about making a query of you”, Kechi spoke to Helena.

“Oh, I was using the washroom. Code Red! I had a shift in my wrap, so I needed to change”, Helena responded.

“Oh that explains your long face then”, Kechi said.

“Oh that has nothing to do with my mood dear. Yes, even though my cycle is always stabbing me in the heart, that’s not the reason for my dispirited face”, Helena replied.

“I see, what happened then”, Kechi asked.

Just before Helena could answer Kechi’s questions, the invigilators entered with the question and answer booklets.
Helena moved quickly to her seat, for she had all this while been standing over Kechi’s desk.

“All foreign materials put aside. If you know you have any foreign material on you, please take it out before we start sharing the answer booklets. And if you want to free yourself, better do that now before we start, else if I start giving out these booklets, no one would be allowed to go out until after thirty (30) minutes into the paper. Are we clear?”, one of the invigilators addressed the class.

“Yes Sir!”, the class responded to his last bit.

In the next ten (10) minutes, the paper had started. Almost everyone was smiling in this paper.
It was as though their "apɔ" dropped (as though the paper leaked).
No was was chewing his or her pen, nor was there any “giraffing”.
There was no need sweating on this paper.

Most of the students; not just those in Kechi and Helena’s class finished way before the time allocated for the paper expired.
Kechi and Helena weren’t left out. They both submitted their papers and stepped out of the exams hall.

“Helena, you never replied my question before the invigilators walked in”, Kechi reminded her.

“Yes, about that. I had a terrible dream about you last night.”, Helena responded.

“Oh really”, Kechi asked jokingly.

“I am being serious dear”, Helena told her.

“Oh, sorry, what happened?”, Kechi apologized and asked.

“You drowned at sea…!”, Helena said

To be Continued…

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05/08/2020

Looking at the reminiscence of the incident, the Selase School Complex bus after leaving the premises of Keta Senior High Technical School, it made a quick stop at a Resort nearby to grab some drinks and pastries for the students.
They met a bus leaving just as they were entering. No one actually bothered to look at the name or inscription on the bus.
Most of the students used the washroom while they waited for their snacks.
It was a few minutes past 4pm, and the driver wasn’t really happy about the stop. He was in a hurry to get home and attend to other things before dusk; for twilight had already befallen them.
They spent ten (10) minutes at the Resort and then hit the road again.
The driver was accelerating beyond the speed limits; he was hastening to get to Adina.

“Senior Dzidzor! Please slow down. It’s just a thirty (30) minutes drive. Where are you rushing to”, one of the teachers finally spoke up when they realized the speed kept increasing.

He turn around and gave the teacher a smile, then decreased his speed a bit.
Instantaneously, the students began to hail him;

“Senior D!… Senior D!!… Senior D!!!….”

“Ride on Senior Dzidzor!”

“You do all Senior D”

The students have always loved his driving. He always got them to places on time; and always honoured their requests whenever they needed him to stop for them to do something.
Unlike the other driver, Master Ebenezer. Master Ebenezer was a slow driver and cared less about the students needs. He always just want to drive them to their destinations and back. So the student don’t always like him.
They said Dzidzor was a Senior driver, thus the name; Senior Dzidzor or just Senior D for short.

The hailing got into his head as usual and he increased the speed again. They took a sharp curve and he suddenly slowed the bus to a stop.

There was another bus in front of them; only it had somersaulted and part of it on flames.
The smoke from the bus had risen so dark and thick into the clouds. It could be seen from kilometers away. They were so much enveloped in the hailing of Senior D that they didn’t notice it.

It was the same bus they met leaving the resort when they were entering to buy their snacks. It was a bus of the Bethel University; a Christian private University in Accra.
They were students from the Geography and Survey Department who had gone on a Field trip to the mountains; Mount Afadjoto, and Mount Adaklu. Then to the falls as well; Wli Waterfalls and Tagbo Falls. They had toured almost the whole Volta and were now returning to campus when the bus swerved off course at the curve there, somersaulted a few times and flipped over the slope.

It was such a horrendous sight to behold.
The driver was reportedly dead upon the crush along side a few others.
The locals were trying their very best to rescue the survivors and retrieve the dead bodies.
The survivors were so odious to look upon, needless the dead.
Some lost bodies parts and others were damaged beyond healing.
No one was certain then how many they were in total in the bus, nor the number of dead and survivors.

“Senior Dzidzor, have you seen that? This could have been our faith too. It’s better we get home late in one piece than arrive early in pieces”, one of the Teachers spoke up, after a moment of observing the scene.

Senior D just kept quivering, as he started the bus engine again.

In the next eighteen (18) minutes, they had entered Adina.
The students started alighting at their various stop points. Each said a goodbye to his or her friend/friends with hopes of a better day the next.
Kechi and Elikplim also got to their stop point and alighted.

With all that she had gone through during the day, and with the headache of the papers yet to be written, Kechi still managed to sneaked to shores of the sea after changing.
She did not even brief her mom of the events that took place at the exams centre.
It was after an hour and minutes that she returned to the house.

“So your paper was cancelled and you didn’t even bother to tell me about it, but the first thing you could do upon arrival was run to coast. What am I to do with you Kechi?”, Mama Kechi scolded her daughter.

“But how did… ”

“Do I have to remind you that Elikplim is also writing with you, and at the same centre too?”, Mama Kechi cut in on her daughter.

“I’m sorry ma’am”, Kechi apologized teasingly.

“Young lady, I’m serious”, Mama Kechi told her.

It was clear to Kechi now that her mum wasn’t in the mood for her silly plays.

“Sorry mummy. I was just trying to be positive as you and daddy have thought me to”, Kechi replied with much seriousness this time round.

“And I’m proud of you. I just wanted you to brief me on that when you came back. It was not pleasant hearing it from someone else. And you and the sea; please get serious with your studies, finish the exams and you will get a long vacation to do as you please”, Mama Kechi advised her daughter.

“Yoo Daavi”, she responded.

“So let me hear the story from the horse’s own mouth”, Mama Kechi requested.

“Am I now a horse?”, Kechi teased (laughing hard).

“Even a Donkey”, Mama teased back.
(Both laughing their hearts out).

Kechi narrated the whole incident of the cancelation of her paper and the apology rendered by Helena and through to her acceptance.

“I am really Proud of you Kechi. I don’t even have to console you again. You have handled it well. And don’t let that paper bother you. You have a golden heart; it won’t put you to shame. Just concentrate on the rest and God will take charge of it all”, Mama Kechi reassured her daughter.

“Thank you mummy. And one other thing daavi; Helena proposed to take me to her house tomorrow. Please I’m a permitted to accept?”, Kechi replied.

“Please do, as long as it doesn’t affect your exams. And be careful”, Mama responded.

Kechi smiled and hugged her mom. She knew her mom would agree, but just to make her aware of her plans and movements the next day.
They then went on to talk about the accident while they waited for the return of Mr. Teviu so they could have their supper and discuss Kechi’s day.
The accident accounts made Mama Kechi to shed tears and thanked the creator for the safety of her daughter and her schoolmates.

Mr. Teviu eventually got home, took his bath and they sat at dinner by the fire Mama Kechi had left burning after cooking. The nights have been cold for the past months, so the fires kept them warmer at night.
Mr. Teviu’s consolation to his daughter wasn’t much different from that of his wife.
They encouraged and uplifted Kechi spirit. And she was even prouder of her parents.

The crickets songs announced the fading of the moonless night and they decided to retire to bed.

To be Continued…

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04/08/2020

“Yes, you. Up! Come and take your seat here (pointing to a seat). And you, go and take her seat. And that’s your last warning!”, the invigilator instructed.

A girl picked her question and answer booklets from the back and moved to the front as instructed by the invigilator. She was seen talking to the person adjacent her. She had early been seen doing that in the first paper and was warned by the invigilator.
This was a different invigilator from the one Kechi encountered.
He wasn’t really a stationed invigilator; in fact he was one of the supervisors. So he happened to currently be in the classroom where Kechi was when her predicament took place. After that, he moved on to other classes. Else this girl would have suffered the same fate as Kechi.

The sun was showing off at the moment. It was as though it was in a competition with something. It was flaming hotter than usually that afternoon. The fans in the classrooms were blowing but hot air now. Aside the natural sweat that came as a result of the heat, others were soaking wet from the bullying of the paper.

Almost everything in the paper looks alien to them. There were some of the questions some thought to themselves if they were found in their pamphlets at all.

The pen chewers were pouring out their angers on their pens.
The sky and ceiling watchers were suffering their eyes to find which didn’t exist in midair.
The flippers kept working out the questions and answer booklets. They would flip, flip, flip and flip to the ends as though looking for something particularly, and repeat the whole act, over and over again.
The Giraffe Necks were stressing their neck by carefully stretching them to the max only to be disappointed by the results. None wrote anything relevant.

Helena wasn’t spared the tension sweating either; she was more tensed, in fact she was strain but she dared not ask Kechi or anyone for help again.
Kechi knew she would need help, for this paper; she herself could testify that it was tough. And if she asked for help on the paper that seemed too easy to pass, how much more this difficult one? But she wouldn’t pluck up courage to even turn and look at her, talk less help her out. She had learnt her lesson the very hard way possible, so she wasn’t ready to make a number two.

Her gentle soul didn’t know rest though; she was burning and same time boiling within her. Knowing that she could be of help and not helping was paralyzing her within.
At this state, she had to depend on her head and not her frail soft heart. Her head was bound to make her look inhuman, but it was also her saviour.

The sun was at a few hours to complete its cycle when the bell was rang for the end of the paper. What a bullying paper that was.

Almost everyone underrated the Basic Design and Technology (BDT) paper, but it turned out to be the most troublesome paper yet.
The whole exams centre was dead silent upon the exit of the students from the classrooms. An unusual thing that was; no discussions where going on, if there was any discussion between two or more, then be certain it wasn’t about the paper.

“How was the BDT?”, Sir Lian, who was one of the teachers of Selase School Complex asked his students.

They were all desolate except for a few who’s faces sparked; and it was obviously the “sharks” in the school.
Each one of the moody had one or two particular thing to complain about; but a lot had a problem with the entire paper. They kept going through and forth about this and about that. Before one landed, another raised an issue. It kept going and going and the patient teachers had a listening ear to all their complaints.

“Hey you! What are you doing here?”, a girl from the back shouted.

Everyone turned to find out what was going on. It was Helena, standing there as though she had been starved for days; so glum.

“You’ve got some nerves showing up here after what you did”, another student yelled.

“Wicked and evil girl!”, another said.

Her system was triggered, and she began to weep. Then she felt some arms wrapped around her. She was being hugged. So she lifted her head since it had been down while she wept; and saw it was Kechi.

“I am sorry”, Helena said as she kept snivelling.

“Crocodile tears…”, someone muttered.

“Please she said she is sorry, and I really believe her. It was no fault of hers too”, Kechi told her colleagues.

“Really! No fault of hers you say? Why didn’t she owned up as the culprit, but kept muted?”, Another student asked.

“Please would any of you have stood up to your delinquency were you to be in her shoes?”, Kechi asked them.

There was dead silence but for a few mumbling.
They all knew deep down that, they would have never owned up to their crime; and suffer the same fate? Never!
But for Helena being the black sheep in this situation, they were ready to lambaste, devour and crucify the poor soul.

“Exactly! That’s human nature for us. It is always easy to annihilate someone when one is not in the person’s position. I’ve been in her situation before, so it’s very easy for me to relate. I feel the sincerity in her voice and eyes, and even from her tears. I forgave her even before the BDT paper began. So I plead you people let go as well”, Kechi stood up to Helena.

“Thank you”, Helena said to Kechi, turned and began moving away.

Kechi excused her teachers, and ran after her.

“I’m Teviu Kechi Ewoenam. I guess we weren’t properly introduced”, Kechi said to her.

“ Dzigbordi Helena Worlasi”, she responded with a faint smile.

“Wow! In the Creator’s Hand. What a nice name, I love it”, Kechi said.

This time round, Helena’s smile had broaden. Her sad and disconsolate self queerly faded.
The two started confabulating. They didn’t look like ones that had a past. They were bonding so rapidly and with ease.

Helena attended Grace Fountain International School in Keta there, where her dad; Dzade Dzigbordi Agbesi now works.

Her home wasn’t far from the examination centre; Keta Senior High Technical School.
She wanted to take Kechi to her house, but it was too late.
The Selase School Complex bus was ready to journey back to Adina.
They said their goodbyes and longed to hangout together the next day.

The bus was only missing one person, in the person of Kechi. So immediately she took her seat, the bus hit the road.

“Oh… Oh… Oh…”

“God why? Eieeeh (crying)”

“Oh God, all those students on board…”

“The driver is already gone. He must have died right on the spot…”

Those were the wailings and comments of the people that gathered at the accident scene.

To be Continued…

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03/08/2020

Everyone’s attention in the class was on the two. They were all wondering what the girl had done. She had been so unruffled on the day of the first paper and still was from her arrival that morning till the start of the paper.

Well, everyone in the class was surprised and wondering what had happened except for the girl who was seated right behind Kechi. She knew what the problem was, but she dared not speak up for fear of being asked to leave as well.
She was mute on a crime she had committed, and watched on as another suffered her deed.

She kept whispering to Kechi for help, and when she finally turned and was being of assistance to her, the invigilator saw the act. He presumed it was rather Kechi cheating.
Those who knew that invigilator knew better than to move or whisper in a class in which he invigilated. He was a principled man, yet many saw that as sheer wickedness.
He wouldn’t hear Kechi’s explanation. He called for another invigilator to bring him a declaration form for Kechi to fill. She begged and wept her heart out, but he wouldn’t hear it. She eventually filled the form for cheating and went to wait for her next paper. She was so wretched and wept all through.

Everyone who passed where she sat knew she had been removed from the exams hall for cheating. They just didn’t know the actual story. They passed judgement on her blindly before they dug out the truth.
Her blueish eyes were fire reddish from all the emptying of the tear tank in her lacrimal glands. If one’s tears could finish, then be sure Kechi emptied her’s that day.
It was as though they had put a rope round her neck and strung her up a tree waiting for her to expire.
She was totally broken and all sort of thoughts ran through her befogged mind; How was she to explain the incident to her parents? How was she to frame it? What did the future hold for her now? With that cancelled paper, would she get placement to any of the schools she chose, or any school at all? Does that mean she would write the exams allover again the coming year?
All these thoughts kept hopping from one unto another in her head. Her heart was really heavy.

Although her paper was taken and she was currently outside sobbing all by herself, she kept praying and hoping that a miracle happened so they called her back to finish the paper. She knew deep down that, that was the end of the road for that paper, but she didn’t just want to give in to the truth. She preferred the whispering lie lingering in her cranium, assuring her that it was all but a nightmare she was bound to wake from.
The truth finally dawned on her, when she heard the bell rang for the end of the paper.

Her hopes in the lie in her head she had clung onto had helped her pull herself together. But the exiting of the students from the exams halls sprang up the well of tears in her eyes one more time.

“What happened Kechi? I heard your paper has been cancelled. What did you do?”

Although Kechi was watching the fellow approaching her, she wasn’t really seeing her. She was so lost in her thoughts, though her eyes were fixed on Elikplim, she didn’t notice her. She had not even heard her when she asked.

“Kechi… Kechi! Talk to me”, Elikplim shook her friend.

Kechi’s mind had return from wandering and she realized her friend had been talking to her.

“Sor… Sor-ry. I di.. didn’t hear you”, Kechi spoke up.

She narrated the whole anecdote to Elikplim. It took much longer than it had to, to narrate the whole incident. She stuttered and p**e all through.

“You mean the girl didn’t say anything? And why didn’t you tell the invigilator what actually happened?”, Elikplim asked her very crossed.

“I did tell him, but he said he knew exactly what he saw”, Kechi told her.

“That girl is very evil. How could she just sit there and watch as you suffer her wrong?. Some people are indeed very cruel”, Elikplim enounced furiously.

Her school mates who also heard of the incident, found her and consoled her. Everyone from her school that heard it, just couldn’t take that tale. They knew Kechi very well. She was no cheat. The Kechi they knew would not even copy another’s class assignment and submit as her own, and cheating in a national examination? No way! She would always help out, but never cheat.
Three of her school teachers that came with them to the exams centre, encouraged her to put that behind her and to concentrate on the rest of the papers yet to be written.

Time passed quickly and the bell was rang for the start of the next paper.
They all rushed back to their various seats in the classrooms. Everyone in Kechi’s Hall were staring at her as though she had stolen something or worse, killed someone. Well, everyone except Helena; the girl who had caused her predicament.
She was too ashamed of herself to look her in the eye. Guilt was feasting on her, and her conscience was electrocuting her within.

Kechi turn around and looked at her, just in time to see her brushing off a tear that was rolling down her cheek.
Kechi realized it was penitence, and uncannily, she gave Helena a smile.

“It is okay. I forgive you”, Kechi whispered to her.

She was completely dumbfounded and lost for words. She nodded her head for the lack of words and both cheeks ran with tears as she bow her head on the desk.
Kechi felt what she was feeling, so she just shoved her on the shoulder and turn around again.

The drama between the two, threw the whole class into a state of confusion. They were all puzzled and wondered what was going on, yet none dared to ask.

In the next five (5)minutes that followed after, the invigilators were in with the question papers and answers booklets. They were shared out and the paper began.

“You again? Get up!”….

To be Continued…

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02/08/2020

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22/07/2020

…it was her husband Mr. Teviu.

“Finally! Stop Ewoenam, she’s awake!”, Mr. Teviu told his daughter.

Kechi came rushing into the room.
Mama Kechi sat up and hugged her daughter tightly!

“Bless God! It was but a dream”, Mama Kechi said.

“What was it about?”, Mr. Teviu asked.

“I’d rather not think nor talk about it”, she replied.

“If you say so, then so be it”, Mr. Teviu said.

Mama Kechi suffered from a disorder called Sleep Paralysis, that causes one to be paralyzed his/her sleep for hours; sometimes for days. Most people who suffer it also have visual and sometimes auditory hallucinations as well as intense feelings of fear, panic and shortness of breath.

“Kechi! You are grounded! In fact, you are forbidden from going to the coast from now on”, Mama Kechi said.

Both Kechi and her father were flabagasted from what they heard mama kechi say.

“But, why mama?”, Kechi asked.

“Because I said so! You are not going there again, ever!”, Mama Kechi told her.

“Janet, why are you acting strange this morning? Is this because of your dream? (confirming by her reaction). Why give an instruction like this based on just a dream?”, Mr. Teviu inquired.

“It’s not just a dream. I’ve said it, and that’s final”, she responded.

Mr. Teviu asked his daughter to excuse them for a while.

“What was the dream about really?”, Mr. Teviu asked his wife.

Mama Kechi then narrated the whole dream to him. Mr. Teviu however didn’t see that as a tangible reason to forbid Kechi from going to sea.
He suggested they rather restrict her frequency there. And must always be under supervision.
Mama Kechi was indisposed on the decision but she had to agree to that. And so Kechi’s time at the Coast was restricted and monitored for the next years of her life.
Even at at age fourteen (14), Kechi’s loves for the sea never waxed cold. Her restrictions were eased, as her mom realised she was a grown up now.
Kechi was preparing to write her Basic Education Certificate Examination( BECE). She was one of the excellent students of her school; Selase School Complex. She was a good mathematician and had a very strong command of the English language subject.
She longed to study and become a civil engineer after her Senior High School education. She loved engineering after her childhood fantasy of the Sea, so in all her programmes selections, she chose to do General Science as to enable her do her Civil engineering.
The BECE started 13th day of April with Integrated Science. Kechi wore her good luck shoes on the first day of the exams. She believed that would give her excellent success. It really went well for her. It was also like she had seen the paper already. The next paper was English Language, and she got up very early as she’s always been that morning, tidied up the compound, did one or two house chores and then tended to her rabbit farm. She fed them and made sure they had enough food and water for the rest of the hours she would be away.
She waited on Elikplim to to finish up and they left together for their centre.
They were from the same school but different classes. Their number was quite great so they divided them into two classrooms; ‘A’ and ‘B’. Because of Elikplim’s surname; Amakovi, she found her name in the A class, but Teviu Ewoenam Kechi didn’t make the cut, so she was placed in the B class. And so at the examination centre too, they were in separate classrooms.

At about 9am they had started the paper. And just 30 minutes into the paper, an invigilator walked up to Kechi, picked her paper and asked her to walk out.

To be Continued

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21/07/2020

“What happened to her?”, Mama Kechi asked her.

“My mouth cannot enunciate what these two eyes have witnessed. You just have to follow me to the coast”, Mama Kechi was told.

She started hurtling down the coast praying to avoid the worst.
All thoughts ran through her mind as she wheezed down the coast.
The sight of the crowd gathered round something or someone, which she presumed was her daughter electrocuted her. She just fell to her knees unable to move. She fell right into the sand afterwards. Her face was all buried in the sea sand. People from the crowd ran to her rescue immediately.

“Take heart Mama Kechi… Take heart… God knows best…”, those were the faint things Mama Kechi could hear.

Those words made her even weaker. For a while, Mama Kechi couldn’t move. It was as though she had suddenly lost all the bones in her body.
She finally found a little strength and with the help of the people, got to the rest of the crowd.
They paved the way for her immediately and what she saw became an arrow that pierced her heart.
Her strength failed once again and she dropped to the ground. She had fainted this time round. Any mother who had seen what she just saw would have fainted as well.
Kechi was lying face up with her stomach protruding and shiny under the morning rays. Her body was as pale as dried kɔbi. She was lifeless.
The sea she so loved had stolen her life force. The sea had betrayed her friend, Kechi and fraternize with Azrael or the Grim Reaper as many know him by and stole her soul.
Kechi had left the house early that morning. Even before the bright morning Star stepped out. She took an empty canoe anchored at shore. There were no paddles to stair with. She looked round and was able to steal one paddle. She sneaked right away undetected.
It was very onerous at first paddling; first reason with one paddle and the other reason being that, the tides weren’t in her favour.
The harder she tried, the tides seems to be pushing her back harder.
She struggled and made a headway, but the tidal waves had grown even stronger than before. She wasn’t out there to fish; just to prove to herself that she could also paddle a canoe like a real fisher. At least if she was to prove to her father she was capable of paddling a canoe, then perhaps he would grant her permission to join him. She knew deep down however that, her dad would have allowed her even long ago, but for her mum.
She decided to turn the canoe around and head back to shores. She praised herself that, it wasn’t bad for a first time. And she would try another day, perhaps one that had a favorable tide.
She tried turning the canoe around, but found out that she was sinking gradually.
That canoe was leaky. She understood then why it had been left anchored at shore when all the rest were out on the sea.
She had not mull over that possibility of leakage, so she did not carry anything to drain the water out of the canoe. And to make matters worse, the tide had gotten even much stronger. She was stranded and had no idea as to what to do about it. It was then she realised it wasn’t easy being a fisherman as she often thought. She became so terror-stricken and began to bawl for help. But help had taken a long vacation far out of her reach.
The canoe finally filled to the max and began to sink faster. She was watching herself sink along with no power over it. She was steering right into the Grim Reaper’s eyes, who was waiting to welcome her. She gave out a good fight, but Azrael had an upper hand. The quisling sea was so shameless that, she brought her up ashore after hours of the incident.
Mama Kechi’s strength was gradually returning to her, and she crawled to the body of her beloved daughter.
Tears filled every eye that watched on.
The crowd parted again and gave way to someone, the person walked right up to Mama Kechi and tapped her on her shoulder.
She looked back and…..

To be Continued…

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