IN THE SHOES OF GOD 1

“You will have a baby. A baby who will wash your sorrows and polish the pride of the queen and the ego of the king. The only clause for bliss, is to be sure to grant all the wishes of the child no matter how difficult. The day you fail to grant a wish is the day you’ll lose the child”. Okomfo Akyaa stressed on the “lose” causing the last word to fall like a ripe mango harvested by wind from the chest of the sky. Ohemaa Abrampah and Ohene Asaa looked at each other in fear before reality dawned on the importance of a baby to the stool of Apemso. As if on a cue, they both responded “As the gods wish”.
Apemso continued to sell rumours like food on everyday basis about the custodian of the land. The people loved their king and would never harm him in any way but the matter of a child was of serious concern to him. Whereas some blamed the queen for her bad luck and suggested that the king takes on another wife, the king disagreed with all of them. It had been six months since they visited Okomfo Akyaa in the heart of the night, hoping no one saw them go through the rituals for a child but nothing seems to suggest that she has taken seed. Just when Ohene Asaa was about to voice his worry to his beloved queen, she collapsed in her stool.
The chief herbalist: Opanyin Kesse, checked and checked in shock and finally announced “The queen is with child”. The king sat through all the herb preparations and fed them to his queen. Everyone in the palace saw how the king doted on his queen throughout the pregnancy. Gossips of Apemso claimed the only thing their king did not do was remove the child into his own stomach to relief his queen. Ohene Asaa was a very happy king.
When the midwives announced the birth of the princess, the elders were unhappy but the king was so happy he could not wait for the child to be cleaned before badging into the delivery room. Immediately he laid eyes on her, he announced “You shall be called Princess Nyamekye Brakatu Asaa”, daughter who cleaned the shame of her father.
Merrymaking for her naming ceremony went on for a whole week. Having married the love of his life at the age of eighteen, becoming king at the age of twenty and having his first child at the age of twenty seven was no easy thing to go through as a king beloved of his people. Everyone in Apemso joined the celebration and wished the royal family well.
Princess Nyamekye grew like a miracle. Everyday saw her prettier, her every deed showed her goodness. Her attitude towards everyone, her love for all, made all forget about the fact that the royal house needed a male child to inherit the stool. It is not as if they wanted her to ascend the throne but they wouldn’t mind if her husband did in future.
Throughout her growing up, Princess Nyamekye never asked for anything, making her parents wonder if what the Okomfo told them was a mere threat to dissuade them from receiving their gift. While all her friends were always asking for many things during festivals and other celebrations, the Princess just worked hard on looking for gifts for her parents and friends. Even her mates who disliked her knew their dislike was borne out of their own insecurities and jealousies.
On her sixteenth birthday, Ohene Asaa threw a big party for his only child and invited all of Apemso to join in the celebration. Many people gifted her many things. Her father asked her to ask for anything she wanted. Nyamekye asked for a trip into the world without royalty. The King looked at his queen, then his princess and it was evident that he regretted ever asking her. The first thing that hit him was her safety outside the palace. He knew he could not handle it if anything should happen to her but because he had prompted the request, he had no choice but to grant it.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 2018

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