I can't believe how sad I feel knowing this is the last post in the series!! Seriously, what's wrong with me? :D
I know it was quite an abrupt end but don't forget I was working within a word limit...It's up to me now to carry it forward...I pray the time to do this avails itself soon. Till then, enjoy the read :)
It had been two weeks since Akwesi’s room. I’d been avoiding him since then
primarily because of what the Prophet said on the last day of his prescribed fast.
“The Lord didn’t reveal the meaning of the vision, but He told me something more in
I held my breath in anticipation and saw Mama’s eyes grow wider.
“He told me that the seed has already been planted in the physical.”
My heart dropped into the very pit of my stomach, from out of nowhere, the meaning
of the Prophet’s vision stood out to me. I swallowed, kept my composure and
mentally scolded myself,
“Stop the presumptions, Anima!”
“Man of God, what does this mean?”
I wondered if Mama had not heard what he’d said about God not revealing the
meaning to him.
“Mrs Anim, if you really want me to work at getting the full revelation, I’ll strongly
advise you to sign on to the 21 days assisted fast for divine revelation. It is free. But
you’ll be required to sow a 500 cedis free will offering into the ministry when the
“Alright Prophet, I’ll find the money and come back soon.”
On the way back home, I was torn between telling Mama my understanding of the
vision. At least that would save her a considerable sum of money. And then I
laughed at myself. Since when did I start believing in such things as visions? Since
when did I even start decoding visions? My heart however still remained in the very
pit of my stomach and I instinctively reached to touch it.
“Why did you laugh?”
“Did I laugh?”
She shook her head as if I was losing my mind and flagged down a taxi.
Once we were seated in the taxi, she turned to face me,
“Yes? I asked a question.”
“It was nothing, Mama.”
“The time will soon come when I won’t be the one dragging you to church.”
I remained silent. I had just one question for God, and I waited for the solitude of my
room to ask aloud,
“God, if you’re really up there, why did you not stop this seed
from being planted? I thought you reveal to redeem.”
I nervously laughed and scolded myself,
“Stop the presumption, Anima!”
Thursday, 2 July 2015
We're almost there! The last bit of the story will be posted after this particular one....and I must say it's been nice seeing my reader stats increase since I started posting this particular series (If I can call it that) though the absence of feedback leaves me wondering what exactly readers think of what they read :(
Here goes part 7....
Here goes part 7....
The sudden change in temperature when we stepped out of the office felt like I’d just stepped out of an ice box into an oven. I was excited when Mama said she had to go to the market before heading home, releasing me to take the lead. I’d been dreading the taxi ride back home as I suspected she was going to go on and on about the need for me to take the fast serious.
I made my way to Akwesi’s. He burst into laughter on sighting me.
“I see you took my advice to get serious with God to heart.”
“What’s up with the scarf on your head?”
“Oh, I forgot to take this off! It’s not even mine.” I reached for the scarf and folded it into my handbag.
“You should wear scarves more often.”
“It gave you this afrocentric look. Put it back on and go look in the mirror.”
“No, I’m not doing that. Where’s everyone?”
I asked, as I climbed the stairs heading for his room. The silence was deafening.
“Mum has a class and Akua has been at her boyfriend’s end since Friday.”
His voice followed me up to the landing,
“Why don’t we sit in the living room and watch some TV?”
“I want to use the mirror in your room first.”
“You asked me to put the scarf back on and to look in the mirror.” I rolled my eyes at him in exasperation.
He shook his head and followed me upstairs. I led us into his room and standing in front of the mirror, took out the blue and white striped scarf Mr. Personal Assistant had given me. He sat at the foot of his bed behind me while I took my time to fix the scarf just as I’d seen a natural hair vlogger teach on TV. I spoke to my reflection,
“I guess this is what you meant by afrocentric.”
He came up behind me and kissed my neck in response. I held my breath and slowly released it in a bid to calm my nerves. I’d always wondered what it would feel like to be kissed, especially by him. Between the time I turned to face him and the time our lips met, my thoughts ran from Elma to Mama and then Papa. Even the Prophet and Mr. Personal Assistant found space in my crowded mind. I had enough time to even wonder if these were the thoughts I was supposed to be thinking. I broke it off and asked,
“Does this equate to cheating on Elma?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
I wanted to ask why, but his lips found mine again. There was a voice screaming in my head, telling me to put an end to this. My mind went back to my earlier thoughts. I reasoned Elma out of my thoughts – Akwesi said it wasn’t cheating. Mama and Papa – well, they’d never told me to not kiss a guy. My earlier prayers to God – He’s supposed to be a forgiving father right? And where in the Bible does it say kissing is sin anyways? I broke it off again.
“Does the Bible talk about this?”