Cold Desert – Episode 1

COLD DESERT Episode 1 (Murder)
© Abhynha Yankey
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It’s been seven weeks already since my parents were murdered in cold blood. It was done right before my very own eyes. I remember clearly how three strong men forcefully opened the door and pointed guns at them. They were in heavy black dresses and had their faces masked so I couldn’t make them out.

What were they looking for? We were not rich enough to be habouring money in the house. We lived in a self-contained apartment which daddy struggled to put up in twelve years. There was no light in the house but it was our little nirvana, since no one bothered us with light bills.

My parents were both cocoa farmers who were well known in *Agogoso*. That year in the community, my parents witnessed bumper harvest from their cocoa farms which brought us enough money.

He came home with a bag of unknown amount of money from the sale of the proceeds from the cocoa farm.

“Masa, give us that money or we take away your life”, one of the men said.

Daddy was not complying. Fear gripped me so I rushed to the room and brought the money out just to save his life. I threw the money at them.

As if they knew me already, they mentioned my name. I turned to respond and before I could think of the next thing to do, i heard loud shots…pow!pow!!pow!!!

They had shot my parents.

It was scary, I couldn’t imagine it.

“We are sparing you because you gave us the money, as for your parents, they would have chosen the money over their lives”, they said this and sped off on two motorbikes.

I stared at the lifeless bodies of my parents as they layed in a pool of blood. It was horrible. These were the same people I was talking to few minutes ago.

“God! What do I do? Who do I run to? My life is shattered. I have no family…..but…I have family, yes, I have. I ran to the mission house

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Eden

I have no family…..but…I have family, yes, I have. I ran to the mission house.”

I ran to the mission house though it was late. Didn’t know where to knock. Should it be on the window or the door? I was so scared at this time. I lost hope and sat in front of the door, buried my head between my legs and slept off.

A new day was here with me and I was still deep into sleep.

I heard someone talk but it was just faint enough to wake me. Her soft palm and gentle touch gave me hope and reason to wake up and face the day.

That was Sofomaame Bruwaa. She was well known for her caring attitude towards all. I narrated my plight to her which she equally shared in. She held me by the hand, wiped my tears and gave me comfort. That is a mother. Her love is far beyond description.

I didn’t find reasons to return to that house. They may come again, if not for anything, to haunt me.

I would rather stay at the mission house. God is there. He won’t sit and watch people come there to ki*ll me.

For once, I would enjoy sleeping with light and fan. I might not eat at the dinning table, but I would enjoy good food.

That is the mission house I’m talking about.

I’ve been there for few weeks and the pastor has not been around. I got to know during one of my conversations with my *new mother* that he had traveled to *Canada* and would return the following day.

Preparations were made to welcome him since he’d been away for long. I was getting nervous because he would decide my fate in that house.

I wasn’t the *chrife* type but I went on my knees that evening and prayed to God.

I prayed fervently, not for traveling mercies on behalf of the pastor but for an accommodating heart. My parents told me God answers prayers so I knew He would do this for me.

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Arrival

My parents told me God answers prayers so I knew He would do this for me.

I prayed fervently, not for traveling mercies on behalf of the pastor but for an accommodating heart. My parents told me God answers prayers so I knew He would do this for me.

9:00am the next morning, there was a knock on the door. I finished my chores early enough, washed down and wore one of the nice dresses my *mother* bought for me.

I rushed to the door to welcome the pastor. It was the driver. He came to inform us that the pastor stopped by the church to see to some things.

I collected his bag and took it to the room since my mother had also gone to her shop.

I turned quickly to go out and continue my chores. I met the pastor down the hallway.

“Hello Abogyewaa, I hope you are enjoying your stay here. Your mum has told me everything. It’s rather unfortunate it happened that way but we are here to help you. See us as your parents and we will help you”,he said.

I was happy though tears dripped down my face. He couldn’t but draw me closer and wrapped his arms around me. He was just like his wife. They were both caring.

He asked if I had eaten. I nodded and asked permission to leave.

God has really answered my prayer.

To be continued

 

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