“Lord, let your love be poured
In our hearts by your Spirit
When we fall
Lord, let your heart be poured
In our hearts by your Spirit
When we call.
I ask this Lord and we call. Let your love indeed be poured in our hearts to drive away aches, fears and pain. Amen.”
Boakye chimed almost silent and flicked his eyes open. It wasn’t the daylight shining through from the curtains behind the TV set that blinded him. His tears had gathered fast at the corner of his eyes. He smiled after fully opening his eyes. They were grateful smiles.
He looked at Derrick.
“You are welcome but you don’t have to. I am thankful to you.”
Derrick’s face shone with something more than the determined stubbornness he carried with him coming here. His own heart felt lighter. He knew he’d found something. That love has been shed. He could testify. His heart could. His chest could. For what he has been given it, he didn’t know. That’s what puzzled him.
“I know that poem.” Boakye said turning at the footsteps of Janet. “That’s an ancient one. I didn’t think a young man your age will know it.”
Boakye’s creases across his forehead came together as he chuckled. For a second, he’d forgotten Derrick is a trained pastor and a pastor schooled well will know these things.
“Pardon me. I forgot you’re a Pastor.”
“Most people forget.”
Janet, now sitting with Boakye giggled. Today was the first time she was actually hearing Derrick talk. And when she did, overhearing him from the kitchen, it tickled her. His deep voice resonated like country music from a far place – rich and laid back. Listening to it made her miss Lewis.
“I prepared some food. I don’t know what to call it. Perhaps brunch. Yam, well sliced and vegetable stew with Tuna.”
Janet’s voice had hints of teasing and fun. It seemed the room had more joy after the prayer – as how a good news lifts all the weight of long-stayed gloom.
“I love yam. I ate it all through my years in the US so I’d love every bite no matter the name you give to this time of the meal…”
“I suspected you must have lived a long time away from Ghana to be the kind of Pastor you are.”
Janet smiled politely. Her words took wings before she could calm herself to say them as how one ought to talk to a preacher man. At least how the culture made it look. She wasn’t as giddy as Judith but she had her fair share of speaking often hastened out of excitement. Most true when her guess couldn’t be more right.
Derick gave an easy smile.
“I know what you mean.”
“You didn’t take offense?”
Janet looked at him a bit embarrassed. How his smile came easily and the look in his eyes should have put her at ease. She was actually. Her question was to make sure it was safe, what she read his demeanor for.
“If I did, will that mean Yam and Vegetable stew with Tuna everyday at my doorstep?”
Judith laughed her face lit from feeling buttered up. Her worth as a woman somehow soared a little. Lewis was always praising her food, that’s one of the things she was certain to hear amidst the sound of chewing from the dining table. Lewis had a way of eating that made you actually hear him, not the annoying kind – it was a lovely, funny routine rhythm. A reminder her food was being enjoyed. Derrick’s compliment came across as special. A bit special than Lewis’. It should. No one had praised her cooking in a long while. Friends coming over wasn’t an easy thing to see in their home.
“I thought not.”
Derrick added. Janet stood, ready to head into the kitchen and serve the meal for the two men.
“I’d serve it. Mr. Biney won’t mind. Yam is one of his favorites.”
“You remember that from way back high school?”
Janet had her hand on her hips, her body slanted, all her weight on one leg. Her face carried a pleasantness.
“The exact day and where we were standing on the school compound is right here.”
She tapped her temple with a finger.
“That’s all right. I could pay millions for your memory.”
Boakye shifted in the settee a bit. Janet laughed again. The same look when Derrick spoke about having her Yam and Vegetable stew everyday covered her cheeks and eyes.
“I’m going to serve the meal before it gets cold.”
Derrick clapsed both hands, pressed them and exhaled.
“I’ll want to talk with Judith first.”
“That’s fine. I’ll serve Mr. Biney and wait on you.”
“I’ll wait too.”
Boakye shifted in his seat again. With how light the conversation went, he had forgotten about Judith and their troubles. Laughter and smiles were good fit for any atmosphere. His wife was a believer of that. Her giggles and long full laughter used to fill their home, her cheeks lifted to her eyes, her nose a little wrinkled. It all ceased after Judith left. Very much like a movie stopping short right in the middle of the best scene because your power somehow decided to go out.
He exhaled. Painful tears were forming in his eyes. He was the reason the power went out in their home. They never said it – his wife and three kids. He never said it to himself either, didn’t dare to admit it but the sense was there. Always was. He wished with all his heart, now more than ever, Derrick would put the power back on. He’d be forever grateful should God allow it.
Author’s note: Before this is XII, be sure to read it if you missed it last two weeks. If you’re new to the blog and We Live Together, welcome. We, myself and my characters are glad to have you hear our stories. Savor every word and have your say in the comments. We’d love to hear you. Start here and have fun!
© M’afua Awo Twumwaah 2016.