Episode 19
Another Trouble!
[RECAP: The girls held a meeting and decided to burn miss Bansah’s house. On their way to execute their plans, Evelyn was bitten by a snake and their plan was thwarted and Evelyn ended up in the hospital]
{Dzifa’s Point of view }
Evelyn stayed in the hospital for two weeks after which she was discharged. I knew she would not want to be part of the girls’ group again after such a bitter experience. Plus she felt we have abandoned her when calamity struck.
After that snakebite , we began to fear miss Bansah. We believed Evelyn’s snakebite was not ordinary.
Another incident happened a week after Evelyn was discharged from hospital that convinced us that Miss Bansah had something down her sleeves.
We were in class that day when miss Bansah began talking. She said, “some renegade girls attacked me some few weeks ago. I decided to forgive them because I knew they did it in ignorance. I have been seeing these girls in my dreams every night. They are seven in number. Two of these girls are not really evil but they allow their colleagues to influence them.
As I’m speaking right now, they are staring at me. I forgave their first mistake but I won’t forgive them if they ever try anything foolish on me again. In fact, the next attempt they made will end their lives. I am using this time to warn them. To be forewarned is to be forearmed.”
Miss Bansah’s words troubled me so much and I called the girls to a meeting after class.
At the usual meeting time, Vivian, Irene and Lucy turned up. Slyvia, Dima and Evelyn were absent.
Vivian: Where are the rest?
Me: I don’t know.
Irene: Will they be coming?
Me: I don’t know.
Lucy : I think we should cancel this meeting.
Vivian: Me too.
Me: I’m not sure that’s a good idea.What miss Bansah said today was very disturbing and worth analysing.
Irene: It’s true. I have a feeling she’s aware we are the ones behind her assault.
Lucy : I’m even beginning to fear her. I think we should cancel today’s meeting. I’m not comfortable with it.
Vivian: Me too.
Irene: Me too.
Lucy : It sound like a good advise.
Me: Ok. Today’s meeting is call off.
Vivian, Irene,Lucy and I stepped out to go home and there she stood gazing at us.We were awestruck. I felt like I was rooted to the spot. She gazed at the four of us for a few minutes,turned round and left. Hmmm. Miss Bansah is becoming mysterious.
–Three days later–
We laid low for the time being. I renewed my romantic involvement with Kwame. We made love in his house like two animals on heat. Even newly weds don’t desire each other sexually like that.
Sometimes when I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for him, he’d sneak in behind me and grab my buttocks. I would gasp and tell him to stop it.
In those joyous and lustful
moment, I even forgot the man I was frolicking with sexually was my teacher with the primary mandate to teach and help me improve my academic life as a student. Do you know the funniest of all these things? I have even forgotten I was a student, a Girls’ Prefect for that matter.
Well, I didn’t want to engage myself in self recrimination. I just wanted to make use of the opportunity while it last.
Then I suspected Kwame was cheating on me. He was secretly dating other girls. I saw them several times with him.
I became cold towards him. Every time he tried to initiate sex, I would refuse. I even threatened to report him to the headmistress.
His last attempt was when he tried to do the “kitchen sneak” on me. He tiptoed to where I stood busy with what I was doing and slid his hand beneath my school skirt, reaching for my crotch with his fingers.
I turned around quickly, brandishing the knife I’d been chopping carrots with, intending to cut his hand.
He quickly dodged and the knife had slightly cut him just at the side of his hand. He stepped back with fear as I pointed the knife at him with a scowl on my face to show I had meant it.
He was angry, but at the same time, didn’t want to do anything that would attract the attention of the school. After that incident, We broke up. I even regretted sleeping with him in the first place. You know the man I always wanted before giving Kwame a chance. It’s sad he didn’t feel the same towards me.
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~One weeks later ~
{Third Person Narration}
In Church the next Sunday, the pastor preached about lust, it’s effects on our physical and spiritual life and how to overcome it. Kwame listened with rapt attention and hoped to overcome the constant urges he had to sleep with Dzifa. At the end of the Pastor’s sermon, he felt renewed and assured that he could resist the desires of the flesh.
He returned home to relax when he heard a knock on his door. When he opened the door ,It was Dzifa.
“What are you doing here,Dzifa,
” he asked with a frown on his face.
She ignored his question,pushed him away from the door and entered the room.
She was looking pale and feverish. Kwame’s heart sank. He asked her, “what is wrong with you?”
She looked at him angrily but uttered no words.
Suddenly, Dzifa rushed out and vomited. From what he had watched from numerous nollywood movies at that time, he realized then that Dzifa was pregnant.
At first, the news hit him with such dreadfulness that he just went into his room and sat on his bed, wishing that all the events of the past few months never happened. That first o----m, the many after it, all the sexcapades they had enjoyed. The slamming and the rocking . He just wanted to undo everything. If Dzifa was pregnant, then the seed within her was surely planted by her.
Then she said it more explicitly,
“Kwame,You have impregnated me”
There was an uneasy silence between them. He thought he had prepared for the news but it hit him like a thunderbolt.
He wished the ground could just open and swallow him whole.
He wondered how the school will take that news. Sir Kwame had impregnated the School’s Girls’ Prefect. He must do something about the pregnancy before he got disgraced.
He said,”You know you can’t keep that bastard in your womb. You are still a student.”
Dzifa sobbed heavily. Her cries spoke more of what her words couldn’t speak.
“I don’t want to have an abortion. I’m afraid I will die,”she finally said.
“Then get ready for the
consequences,” Kwame said,
“I’m not yet ready to be a father.”
Dzifa continued crying. Kwame felt pity for her. He knew trouble was looming ahead. In the evening,he consulted his colleagues to advice him on what to do but found out they were also wo rried. They told him their student girlfriends were also pregnant for them.
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Tbc
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