The long wait – part 4

The long wait – part 4

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As I’ve already told you, I have paid for another consignment of drugs with the suppliers. I hope all goes well with you from now. I will be in touch, to see how you are coming along’.                                                                                                                        

‘Brother Roland’, Serwaa started, ‘we are very grateful to you for your kindness. I promise you that I will make good use of the opportunity you have given me’.  

‘I’m very glad to hear that. I believe that with a diploma in accounting, you will be able to get a decent job. And don’t forget to invest in a higher qualification, when you start working.

Around bedtime, Grandma noticed that Serwaa was in a pensive mood. ‘I thought you would be happy. Virtually all our problems are over. You are resuming your education, we now have a secure source of income, and Amanda will be fine. We should be thankful to God, and pray that he will take care of Roland, and reward him for his kindness’. ‘I agree with you, Grandma.

I agree with you. I am just overwhelmed by it all’. ‘But in her mind and heart, Serwaa was very busy. In the last couple of years all she had known only wickedness and crude behavior from men. Before Mr. Apaso raped her, all sorts of men had made advances at her.

Apart from the weak, playful overtures from her school mates, all the other advances had been crude attempts by apparently responsible people, some of whom had sons and daughters her age.

To her great surprise, some of the men who harassed her continually included friends of her late parents and people who occupied senior positions in church. She was relieved when Grandma announced the move to Accra.

At last, she thought, she would now avoid those lecherous men. Unfortunately, Grandma couldn’t resume work due to her joint pains, and she had to start selling bread by the roadside. She will forever be thankful to God for bringing Roland to the rescue, but she will forever remember the callous words spoken by those drivers and passengers.

‘Awura’, one of them had said with a lecherous smile, you are a very sweet girl. Let me make you a proposal. Come home with me and spend a night or two. I will give you enough money, so you won’t have to come and sell bread here for a whole month’.

‘Hey, Madam!’ another had charged, ‘I want to spend the night with you. How much?’

‘Beautiful girl’, yet another man had said, let me give you my number. Meet me at the Peoples Hotel this evening at eight. I will take care of you, eh?’

At last, she thought, God had brought a kind young man on the scene, as if to show her that He knew the problems she was going through.

But, she wondered, how many such men are there out there? All through his interaction with them, Roland seemed to be mainly concerned with helping a family in difficulty. And he had gone all the way.

Unfortunately, he didn’t say anything kind, or even affectionate to her. Indeed, she wondered, would they ever see him again.

Apart from being so kind and gentle, the young man was handsome in a very casual way. Wouldn’t it be very nice if Roland had given her his number, or even promised to call her every now and then?

As Roland drove back to Accra, he felt a sense of satisfaction about the job he had just finished. Grandma was such a decent woman.

Only God knows what would have happened if Serwaa had gotten home to announce that she had quit the bread selling, because she couldn’t take anymore of the harassment.

Fortunately, Grandma already had a profession, and a drug store waiting for some capital injection. His father had always advised him to help others when it was in his power to do so.

And in the last year he had been blessed with money, thanks to contract jobs which were always waiting. And Serwaa, he thought. What a girl. So naturally beautiful. What a shame about the baby. If there was no little girl, , he told himself, he wouldn’t have wasted time at all. But the little girl, sweet as she was, made things just a little difficult. But did she, really?

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