The Puzzling Question
By Ebenezer K N Baiden-Amissah
she found herself amid a mild reflection on some recent national events which were of great interest to her.
A lasting quite was in the atmosphere there. Dull music could be heard too from the background. Evelyn’s level of concentration at this material moment would not grant her the freedom to listen to a somewhat different rudiment of music.
Evelyn, as she was affectionately called, stretched herself crosswise on the armchair. Her legs lay gently on one side of the piece furniture as
As a young mother aged 27 plus a month, it was only An Ever-Present Eye who had the supernatural ability to expose the flaws in her marriage to Emmanuel Dennis. The idea that all their three children she had at home were not having her husband’s DNA in them was a reality best known to only her. Emmanuel Dennis had not yet had the slightest knowledge of this truth and probably would not for years. Moreover, he would not entertain such thoughts in his circles except for his tendency of bragging publicly to all and sundry he got acquainted to of his wife’s constancy and fidelity since he wedded Evelyn. As lovely and as excellent as the rarest and purest piece of precious ornament bought in Saudi Arabia she was to him. Emmanuel Dennis had kept himself in gross deception for long.
“Men love us”, thought Evelyn. “Men say they love us. They love their wives very much these days. What if we women don’t love them that measure in return? Emmanuel Dennis does his best for all time and he’s my only husband. But the taste of the pudding is said to be found whilst one ate them.”
She continued, “Lifestyles differ. Individuals differ similarly. I’m a woman of real tastes. Like those in the order in today’s world with the in-born nature and capacity of coping with a dozen men staying in several apartments of an ultra-modern five star hotel you know in the capital city of this country.”
Not being too sweet or bitter to people who came her way often was the facial composition Evelyn adopted day in and day out. She had assumed the status of a tough and well-principled woman, or so for that would certainly be an abrupt erroneous conclusion drawn in terms of Evelyn’s decorum. The large population of observers meeting her daily tended to inhale that sort of sensation as she strolled past the crowd.
Presently, the city wore pictures and portrayed scenes of an exciting pre-‘Xmas season. Toys were bought for children; children and adults dressed to depict and lay more emphasis on the occasion at hand. The aged also found good reasons to be present at large public ceremonies which were held to herald a delightful Christmas. It all happened in Accra some few days ago.
Into this panorama got Samson, staying in a residential part at the outskirts of this hub-city of Ghana. He was engaged in an active chat with Emily at a distance a bit close to Mr Bigg’s Facility, a popular restaurant nearby. Their hearty talk lasted for almost an hour and a half.
Wilhelmina who had barely exceeded the age of consent noticed Samson and Emily as they stood conversing. A puzzling question flooded her mind; a good solution for this question, she knew could be obtained if she posed it before Samson. Samson was a gentleman of great fame within the borders of this country and beyond.
When Cecil greeted me I felt he was on the mission of requesting for my new contact number. Changing the mobile number I’d been using for all these previous years never stood in front of me as a part of several options from which I could make a choice. It was the sole choice I could settle for despite the risks involved with it. One mainly of getting disconnected from some good friends I’d since years behind, was actually a possibility.
Nevertheless, I had to avoid the looming danger which hung ahead of me on the wider road. He urged me to offer my physical body to him for sex having just revealed his intention of befriending me.
Since the last three months Cecil’s calls repeat the same message. What could I do? There’s definitely a real way out of all this haze.
What ensued was an interruption in Samson’s speech. He literally assured Emily to continue speaking with her from the point he reached once his short discourse with Wilhelmina ended on a solid note. Wondering what matter troubled her heart Samson moved with Wilhelmina aside having offered this suggestion.
Maintaining the tenets of purity was a definitive legacy for any young person within one generation or another. Fads and fashion were prone to change; but the exact outlook of a true life of purity one could not afford to reject. Bad nuts in every society oftentimes closed their ears to these richly arranged principles. When they did the latter, they experienced unpleasant consequences.
A wild lion was believed to be a life-threatening animal to other fellow-animals, but especially to human life. True lessons from some elderly folks is indicative of the fact that such category of lions found a heavy load of fear upon their heads time and again when they were suddenly met by an individual who had upheld a genuine life of purity.
So did good deeds build a protective wall of defense around people who do the right thing in several instances of life.
Wilhelmina shook her head intermittently as she nodded to affirm her firm belief in Samson’s advice.
“Once you gave your new number to Cecil, make sure you invite the company of a friend or two whenever he attempted visiting you. Be bold, clear-cut as much as possible. Good thoughts from you expressed clearly with boldness would perform a sterling marksman’s skill of killing two birds with a stone. It would stop him in his inordinate hunt to mar your moral life and further heal his weak moral desires so another innocent girl in the city doesn’t fall prey to his snares- his wayward composure.
Next, avoid using shortcuts-shortcut lanes wherever you go as much as you could. Besides, tell your parents and some elderly people you’re in very good terms with of this situation.”
True facts have only a few versions which cannot be hidden from the young or old. Anytime those facts are repeated they sound the same message and one fact when
unraveled buttresses the other.
To Wilhelmina she had not hitherto lived with the truth unheard by her. These burning words from Samson’s lips repeated some exact facts and a repetition of this kind placed a much more emphasis on the importance of adhering to the solution to the issue at stake. She left the spectacle a champion for a good cause and more than a victor.
Emmanuel Dennis then got home with news which caused mixed feelings and anxiety. “Widespread news in public domain has it that everyone in this country would be voting again come December 28. This December is one we’d always remember and its event none could decipher.” Evelyn listened with complete attention.
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