When Love Finds You XXXVI

I’m happy to be back. We’re three chapter to say bye. I thought to ask so you help me with what themes next you think I should explore. I’ll be diving into short stories awhile after this. Drop your ideas in the comments. Don’t be silent on me. So here’s to XXXVI, enjoy.

Sefa Addison peeped out of his curtain. He stepped back, pulled the settee to a slant and went back to the curtains, this time, pushing the ends into a holder so the sun will light his room. He had never liked the idea, the sight of sharp rays reflecting on his floors. But today, he decided to do what he’d not allow himself do naturally — because anyway, Fiona and his daughter and his son-in-law will be here before he is ever ready for the conversation. He sat where he’s been seated the past hour and looked over the portion of scripture his morning devotion today; Proverbs 10:12 — hatred stirs up strife but love covers all offenses.
He bit his lips and exhaled. He could feel his heart swell with his fears, almost as if they’ll tear through his blue striped Lacoste for the whole world to see. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready for anything — certainly not the advice from this scripture. But he knew he needed to go God’s way. Many months of straying and then slowly finding himself back into fellowship has been harder than he imagined it when he set out on his own way. He thought he’d just snap back when he wanted. Just like what addicts believe. The pride of his human heart did deceive him and it did quite well. He heard the familiar honking of a car. He closed his Bible, put it on the arm of the chair and opened his door, leaving it ajar slightly. Dear Lord, help me. He prayed briefly. He knew he needed to make these amends. For the past weeks, at least twice in each, he’s woken up having lay unconscious from doing regular routines. He feared his time is up. Should it be, he wanted to leave his daughter happy and free to go to her mum. He also wanted to leave Fiona with no guilt and regrets. He wants to love them.

“Is he in?”

He could hear Kate asking Kwaku. Perhaps Kwaku was ahead and she was wondering why the slant in the door, showing it’s open. He didn’t plan to pull a stunt but one to keep his daughter concerned wouldn’t have been a bad idea. He smiled at his own corniness.

“He should be.” Kwaku kept any anxiousness out of his tone. He knew how worried sick Kate can go to from minutes of being extremely excited. He didn’t want that now. “Perhaps he wanted to save us the code entering or the knocking. You know your papa.”

“True.”

Kate agreed. Kwaku held the side of the door for Kate, his eyes laying on Sefa’s with a smile.

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When Love Finds You XXXVI

About four chapters to call it a story people! I’m excited. Happy reading.

The dewy air held on to the bare skins of Dzidzor and Sule as they used the sidewalk outside the Awoonors’ large compound to the gate. The silence between them was thick as anything. Sule occasionally bit his lower lips, beating himself up on why he ever opened up. He’s only ever risked it with matters that won’t hurt the future he saw forming whenever he lay on his bed. Dzidzor hated the way she received his news. She was sure this is going to be the end. She had told him just days ago how his own response to the discovery of her bulimia had her off for days. And now, here she was doing the same thing she had so talked about, the very thing he said sorry for countless times the days after. Soon, they were standing by the large gate, staring at the outside with their lone thoughts. Dzidzor turned to Sule, her eyes lowered.

“Perhaps you should wait for Kwaku.”

That would have been the natural way for things to go. Sule would have hung around waiting for Kate and her husband to show up. Then the three will leave together. That should have been the natural way if she had not been so taken aback by the news if her face had not been a clear board of her heart.

“No. I think it’s best if I go.”

“I’m sorry.”

Dzidzor played with the insides of her sweat pants pockets.

“I should be. Dropping that news on you like I did wasn’t wise. I …”

“You did nothing wrong.” Dzidzor hated the guilt enveloped in his whole demeanor. “Friends tell friends things.” She hesitated. “I could have reacted differently…I was just shocked…and I guess tired of all the craziness happening in such short time.” Sule listened. “The bulimia, Kate and Kwaku almost splitting up, then Kate’s supposed dead mum coming back, Matey’s accident and the little secret of drunkenness.” Dzidzor’s heart weighed on her. “I could have almost married that guy.” She laughed like she couldn’t believe it. “I would be the wife of a faking drunken Christian just like that.” She sniffed. “Now your dad is the man Kate may never want to see. And she’s my best friend and you are my…” She found Sule’s anxious eyes for the very first time this night. “…I don’t know who you even are.” Her words sounded quieter and died in a whisper. She tried to laugh.

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When Love Finds You XXXV

Welcome to today’s chapter. Happy reading.

Dzidzor stared out through the curtains few steps away from Matey’s bed. She was exhausted from looking around the ward. The green bedsheets, IVUs and smell of aspirins, sanitizers and soap was rushing into her. She felt sick, sorry and angry all at once. She walked back to Matey’s side. She’s never seen him fragile like this before. Perhaps once; before he bolted off to please the whims of an uncle. But even then, not this much.

“Thanks for coming.”

Matey strained to speak. Dzidzor wore the blank face.

“I’m sorry too.”

He looked full into her eyes.
Dzidzor didn’t talk. She couldn’t. She knew what the right words will be to speak. But how could she say them? What was he really sorry for? That he would have lied to lead her down the aisle? Or that he had an accident and never made it for the date? Or that he just showed up into her life to betray her a second time? Her throat felt lumpy. She closed her eyes hard and opened them again, allowing her eyes say all she wanted to.

“Dzidzor.”

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When Love Finds You XXXIV

Welcome to another chapter. Read chapter XXXIII here. Find this week’s poem here.

Tara had both legs lying on the centre table in their large living room – her uncle’s. Her head was rested backwards on the settee; days ago jogging through her memory. She couldn’t settle on what to think.

“I’m quitting.”

Her pained smile was rooted into her face as she handed Sule her letter. He was shocked and hurt. His face bared it all. Not a single emotion hid.

“You’re not joking.”

He had lifted his head from skimming the short letter.

“I’ll still be your friend.” She had attempted cheesy. “I’m traveling to do that master’s I’ve dreamt so much about. I couldn’t miss the opportunity.”

She wouldn’t lie. Yet she wouldn’t say the whole truth. At least not now.

“I still don’t understand.”

Those were his last words before Tahil called and he rushed off. He hadn’t called back. She can’t call yet. She smiled and puffed. Who dictates how to break your own heart? She laughed shortly at her thoughts and closed her eyes. That night when she prayed and cried, she’s never felt any freer. She intends to hold on to it – to jealously guard that freedom.

The glass door slanted and she heard her father walk in. She needn’t open her eyes. His shuffle and short paused coughs were enough to tell her who.

“Only destroys every good thing that happens to you.” He started off with his usual rants. “The car, your job, the TV… What can you hold down?” He sneered, like usual, and kept at it. “I’m ashamed she’s my daughter.” He raised his voice like one would for a theatre audience.

“Same here.”

Tara hissed under her breath. John’s laugh rose up into the air. Tara opened her eyes and watched him. He had walked slowly and grabbed on to the settee. Then like one who has caught a joke last, he burst into another bout of laughter.

“I could never be.”

He held on to the settee, his steps slow and calculated and sat down in a heap.

“I’d have birthed someone better.”

He looked at her and rested backwards, taking up half of the three-in-one settee. His body parts seemed independent of each other with his legs unable to stay without an unusual shake.
Tara sat up. First faintly but becoming clearer and clearer, she could see herself sitting, cramped up, by her mum, both parents were fuming; their words flying at each other around the room. It was about changing her surname from Serwaa to Tafuah; right around her first national exam, her BECE. And that’s the first time she heard bastard.

“Where’s he then? Did you lure my mum to divorce him and live with you in this misery?”

Her mum walked in on them.

“Where’s who?”

She asked Tara, looking at John. She shook her head and returned her attention to her daughter.

“My father? Your husband here is clear on the fact that I’m not his.”

“He’s drunk.”

Selina made for the kitchen. Tara followed.

“And we’re used to him being drunk and still making perfect sense.” She held on to her mum’s face with honest eyes. “Tell me.”

“He’s your father.”

“Then why would he say he’s not? Many times Maa. And why did he say bastard during your argument about whether or not I take Tafuah?”

“What do you want?”

“Who is my father?”

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When Love Finds You XXXIII

Hi. Welcome to yet another Wednesday. So, how have you been? I am good, happy to still be writing for you…lol. Ok so as I’ve been saying, we’ll be ending this story soon. Soon because I haven’t yet settled what chapter that’s going to be on. You can suggest. Read all chapters here and did you read yesterday’s poem? Find it here. So yes, let’s read today’s.

Kate staggered into the living room, squinting still to the bright light that met her when she woke up. She searched the empty seats, leftovers of the embarrassment from last night hanging on her. Whenever she remembers the way she came unto her husband, so intense and needy, she still feels her face flushing with shame and still a little fear. How did she come to love him so much and be so drawn to him? So much even after these rough two years of their marriage. However hard she tried the five minutes she sat up in bed after waking to look inward and scoop out an answer, she got none. She chuckled and leaned on the kitchen wall. Her husband, Kwaku was bent over the sink. He didn’t notice her for some time. When he did his face lit up. Kate smiled.

“I decided to let you sleep in.”

Kwaku stayed on his wife’s face, holding contact with her eyes as though if he looked away, he will forget how they look.

“Mm” Kate kept her smile. “Did anyone call?”

“No.” He responded, alternating between his wife’s face and the sink. “You were expecting someone to?”

Kate run her hand over her face and covered her mouth as she yawned. She rested her head toward the door frame.

“I thought Dzidzor or dad will.”

“They did.” Kwaku held the fridge open and brought out the mayonnaise. Kate watched on, a laugh lurking around the corners of her lips. “They called on my phone though.” He moved again to the sink, oblivious of Kate’s amusement. “I think your battery died. I put the phone on charge by the wardrobe. I thought you’d see it.”

“Mm.” Kate tried hard to stifle her laughter. Kwaku turned to her.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She covered her hand with her mouth and turned towards the hallway.

“What?”

Kwaku cleaned his hands on the napkin and propped both elbows backwards onto the sink.

“You’re cooking.”

Kate steadied herself so she doesn’t fall over with the laughter. Kwaku turned again to the sink.

“After the first month, I had to make a choice.”

He said, cracks of laughter filling the voids of what has been guilt all this while. Continue reading