“Are you sure, Mr. Grant?” the nurse asked. “How can you say he’s not your dad?”
The stare Siisi gave her could cut through butter and yet leave no trail. “Don’t I know the man who gave me life? Is that what you are suggesting?”
“Uhm…then there must be a mix-up somewhere. I’ll check and…..”
“Hello… are you Siisi Grant?” another nurse walked in and unintentionally interrupted. She was much older than the first, and was clad in white apparel over a complimenting white pair of sneakers.
“Yes, I am” he responded, still wearing the frown.
“I called early on and asked you to dash here. But I tried reaching you again when we realized there’d been a mix-up – we mistakenly picked up a wrong file and called the number provided in cases of emergency. You did not answer” the older nurse said.
Siisi touched his pockets with both hands and realized he did not have his phone on him. He dipped his hands in them and tried to process the new information and also figure out where he’d left his phone.
“I must have left my phone in the car. But I’m not sure my phone rang again”. He looked at Patricia with a look that sought to ask whether she heard his phone ring whilst they drove to the hospital. She shook her head.
“Well, lemme sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused. It is deeply regretted” the nurse apologized, and it sounded sincere.
“Hmm…that’s ok. Although I could have killed someone whilst I sped here like Michael Schumacher in a F-1 race” he forgave, whilst drawing smiles from the three ladies.
The older nurse apologized again.
“But I’m curious. Whose file did you mistakenly pick and found my name and number listed in there?” Siisi inquired.
“One Ekow Yamoah Grant… I suppose he’s a relative” she answered.
“I see. That’s my older brother. I didn’t know he patronized the services of this hospital.”
“We are the healthcare providers for his employers – Cadbury Limited.
“I see…Ok, we’ll be on our way then” Siisi said, reaching for the hand of Patricia, who looked at the older man who lay on the sick bed, wearing a pitiful countenance.
“I pray he recovers soon” she said, to which all three agreed by saying Amen.
Patricia felt the need to actually say a prayer for him, and all the others joined. Siisi was impressed.
*****
Agyeiwaa yawned as she sat behind the TV set watching an episode of Cheaters on CBS Reality, which she found boring. She had hurried home after church as it was situated in the neighbourhood to finish off two balls of Sunday Special Omo Tuo with groundnut soup, interlaced with snails, chevon, tuna and br?bo? (liver). She had woken up quite late that day and consequently, she could not have her typical English breakfast before going to church. Matters exacerbated as she chewed gum on her way to church. Gastric juice was being produced by the minute when the Superintendent Minister preached. She did not even here the secretary ask all YPG members to wait for a short meeting after the first service. To first douse the fire burning in her stomach, she went straight to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of mango juice and downed it with three ‘loaves’ of McVities Short Bread, whilst she readied herself for the preparation of the main course.
She stood up to go take a nap in the bedroom when she heard her phone ring on the sofa where she sat.
“Taadi Aketeesia…what’s up?” she answered and started the conversation with Tina.
“Nothing much… I’m in the restaurant, waiting for my lunch…brunch…whatever they call it nowadays.
“Ei… I’m sure you didn’t go to church. So are you sure you’d make it to this Heaven we are all fighting for?” Agyeiwaa teased.
“I already have a front row ticket” Tina jokingly responded.
“You didn’t grab one for booboo? With this your selfish life, I’m certain you will be a seat-filler” the tease continued.
Tina laughed.
“Speaking of Philipp… Agyeiwaa, I had a very disturbing dream this dawn oo. I’m even confused.”
As she Agyeiwaa listened to the details of the dream as being told by Tina, the desire to sleep began to fade. She paid more attention than she did at church earlier in the day.
“Hmm…” she sighed after Tina had finished, in affirmation to the supposed disturbance of the contents of the dream. She was also disturbed. “It probably is nothing, Ewurama, you probably had a lot to eat the night before” she tried to allay the fears of her girlfriend.
“I don’t usually have such dreams. But when I do, they actually mean something, Agyeiwaa”.
“So what are you going to do now? Call Bishop Obinim to interpret it for you?” Agyeiwaa tried to elicit laughter from her friend but failed.
“Foolish!”, came the sharp riposte. “I’ll call Siisi after my meal and hope that he will be willing to give me the key to the cupboard where the skeletons are being hid.”
“Also hope that he’ll answer the phone when you call. Abi you know dada”
“I’ll get another sim card and call him with it”
“Well, good luck darling. And do give me feedback when you are successful.”
“Oh fior! K?k?nsa nkoaaa na aka’w... I’ll do that. Now get off my line – my meal is here.”
“What are you having” Agyeiwaa inquired.
“They say there’s something called Creamy Pasta Cabonara with Turkey.”
“Ei madam… you are in Takoradi and not Turkey oo. They both start with T, but are different places – do keep that in mind. Bon appetite.”
Tina laughed and ended the call.
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