TROTRO MY RESTING PLACE EPISODE 8 Mrs. Quist-Brown was watching a late night movie on her 52inch plasma when Abele the man servant came to inform her that Esis friend and another gentleman were at the gate, seeking her audience. What could the matter be at this time? Her daughter was prone to going out and coming home at dawn, drank and pitiful. Although she hadnt seen her daughter the whole of the day, she took it as one of those days. Hmmm... God please, salvation is yours. Change my daughter for me. Usher them in, Abele, i said. ********************** Ruby gave me directions to her friends house to the plush north ridge mansion in Accra. It was a huge house and i was contemplating how people could afford these houses. Life is not being fair to most of us at all. The man-servant came back and told us to follow him. If i thought the outside was perfect; the inside of the house was.... something else. Wow, i wouldnt sit unless i was told to. Her mother was rather a smallish quiet woman, who could have even been twenty five years old. She looked very young. She hugged Ruby and shaked my hand but had a worried look on her face as she saw the bandaged arm and blood spotted dress of Ruby. Where is my daughter? Thats why we are here madam, i said. I continued to narrate the events surrounding her daughters life threatening accident. I was about to deliver the message Esi gave me to tell her, when she abruptly ran through the door, into the compound and drive off. I lead Ruby out of the mansion towards my trotro and took her to Dzorwulu but a lesser in comparison than the Quist-Browns house. She was thankful to me and encouraged that we exchange our contact numbers and keep in touch. I quietly obliged. I hugged her one more time and i drove off, tooting my horn once.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 08:50:08 +0000
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