Drama in the Hall again
“Hmm, Asantewaa, I really never expected Nhyira to pull such trigger.” She continued, shaking her head and clapping her hands against each other simultaneously.
“Nyamekye, you needn’t say much. I’m simply overwhelmed. You and Nhyira, over? It’s beyond my imagination. I have never dreamt of such outcome.” Asantewaa sympathized with her friend.
“Hmm, if it was only my emotions he tampered with, I would overcome it with time; but he took away my time, my money, my innocence and some of my friends.”
“Your money! Your innocence? Nyamekye, what came over you. How could you stoop so low?” Asantewaa yelled at her friend.
“I think I was blinded by love. I loved him so much and he reciprocated equally. We had big plans too. We made an arrangement to help me further my education after he graduated. Then after my education when I have started working, we get married and live together. Meanwhile, I sent him two-thirds of my salary at the end of every month while we were together.”
“You did what? Are you that dumb? I’m disappointed in you. How much do we earn that you’d give two-thirds of your salary to a mere lover?”
“Considering all these, sometimes, I feel this break up issue is just a nightmare. I know Nhyira very well. He wouldn’t do such a thing to me. I’m not sure he has forgotten all those genuine promises he made to me.” She said, lowering her head to avoid a direct eye contact with Asantewaa.
“Nyamekye, wake up from your slumber. It is all in the past now.
The Security officer interrupted their conversation and gave them a signal indicating that he wanted to leave. They grabbed their bags and hurriedly walked out. They bid each other farewell and went in opposite directions.
It was another starry evening. The moon shone gloriously amidst the twinkling of the stars. The air outside felt fresh and the atmosphere was serene. Yet, Nyamekye felt lonely despite this company. Like she sometimes did, she took a warm bath, dressed up and headed to the abode of Mr and Mrs Frimpong. To her surprise, they had travelled. She met only Nhyira, who had a towel wrapped around his waist. It was obvious he was headed towards the bathroom. He invited her in and offered her water. She sat in the hall to watch her favourite drama series while he left to take his bath. After a while, the lights went off. She became terrified and she screamed for help, because she suffered nyctophobia; a condition she developed after the accident, which made her view terrifying images in the dark. “Shhhhhh,” a voice whispered behind her. Suddenly, her screams were suppressed by a tough masculine palm. Simultaneously, she felt a soft kiss pressed against the back of her neck, which rippled through her body and caused goosebumps to surface on her skin. Her joints softened, her lips parted and her body tinged with excitement. That evening, she lost her innocence.
The clock ticked exactly fifteen minutes after ten in the morning. Since it was weekend, Nyamekye sat outside, under the mango tree and focused her gaze on the novel she was reading.
Two women appeared from the entrance. They were both clothed in knee length attires. Their feet were covered in dust, as though they had been walking for days. One carried with her an umbrella to shield from the hot blazes of the furious sun. The older woman wore a sun hat over her carefully wrapped turban. They seemed worn out, yet, they wore contagious smiles across their faces. They walked to Nyamekye who was deeply engrossed in her reading and asked whether she was fine. She responded in the affirmative. They proceeded with whether she lived with a guardian or not. She replied she did live with an aunt. Then they introduced themselves and pleaded that she called her guardian. She entered the room and came out after some time. Auntie Efua appeared after her.
“Auntie Efua,” the older woman began, “we didn’t expect you would be the one. We wanted to have a brief conversation with her but we had to seek permission from her guardian and here you are. We hope all is well with you?”
“Yes, by His grace.”
“We thank Jehovah. Today, my partner here is Mrs Johnson.” The older woman said, pointing her hand at her partner.
“Hi Auntie Efua, I’m pleased to meet you.”
“Hello Mrs Johnson, I’m pleased to meet you too.”
“Auntie Efua, the last time, we wanted to have a biblical conversation with you but you were busy and asked that we come another day. Is today alright for you?”She asked, turning her face to watch Auntie Efua incessantly to look out for any clue of disinterest.
“I can spare some time.” Auntie Efua replied almost immediately.
“Thank you. Today, a lot of people see no wrong in praying to Jesus’ image either printed as a picture or gravened in the form of an idol. Others use the image of Mary– mother of Jesus. These people claim it is an act of worship to the most high. Auntie Efua, what is your opinion on that?”
“Well, I see no wrong in that. Besides, Christ is the son of God.”
“Well-done,” she praised her, “however, the Bible says something different. we would read Deuteronomy chapter 5, the verse 8. Please, Mrs Johnson would read on our behalf.”
“I have my own Bible. I would love to read from my translation; the New King James Version.”
Auntie Efua went into her room and brought an old Bible. The outer covering was torn. It was obvious that some of the pages were missing. She finally opened the scripture after what seemed like a decade.
“Deuteronomy 5:8 reads: You shall not make for yourself a carved image– any likeness of anything that is in the heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth;”
“Well done, Auntie Efua, if I may ask what things or people are in heaven?”
“I guess God himself, Jesus and the angels.”
“Bravo! And when we think of the heaven we see, we could talk about the sun, moon, stars and others. But the point is that Jehovah does not want us to make any form of image as an act of worship; neither his image, nor his son’s, nor things and people on this earth such as Mary’s.”
“Wow, I’ve never come across this scripture.”
“Well, then today is your big day. So instead of making images of Christ and others as act of worship, in John 4:23, 24 we’re taught how to worship the true God. Please read.”
It reads: But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshippers will worship the father in spirit and truth; for the father is seeking such to worship him. The verse 24 reads: God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”
“”God is spirit, as such as Christians, we ought to worship him in spirit.” Mrs Johnson chipped in after remaining quiet all the while.
“Thanks so much for this knowledge.”
“Don’t mention it. We wouldn’t like to take much of your time. Next time when we come, we would consider God’s greatest trait.”
“Alright! But the truth is I don’t recall your name. Please mention it once again.”
“I’m Nanaa, that’s how everyone calls me.”
“Thanks and farewell.”
“Alright, enjoy the rest of your day.”
Auntie Efua pondered over the conversation and realized that everything they talked about was true. She marked the scriptures with the pen she had and went back into the room.
Drama in the Hall again
“… Ladies and Gentlemen, as I bring my speech to an end, I would like to conclude with a Latin phrase by Julius Caesar, ‘Veni, Vidi, Vici’. We all came to this University, we’ve seen and we’ve conquered and that’s why we have gathered here. Now it’s time to go out into the real world and conquer it with the knowledge and skills we have acquired from this University. Class of 2011, Ayekoo!! Thank you.”
The long valedictory speech finally came to an end. There was a round of applause for the valedictorian who had completed with a GPA of 3.98 out of 4. The graduands were honoured their deserving classes due them and the whole auditorium became tumultuous. Some graduands were shouting out of sheer excitement with quite a large number unhappy about their classes. Others were simply overwhelmed because they were finally out of school. In no time, the auditorium became quiet and lonely again. Each graduand was leaving with unique memories; while some left with memorable experiences, others left with painful experiences full of regrets. Nhyira Nana Kwesi Frimpong also completed with a third class in Business Administration.