The palace of Gyae Saa was the biggest mansion in the whole empire. With its vast compound, thick mud fence wall and over twenty bedrooms of magnified clay storey building, three open huts, it stood out from whichever part of the empire one stood. In the night, the thatch torches made it even more beautiful. Children gathered outside its park-like outage to play. Kumnipa clearly heard their adorable voices as noise and added to his irritation. He stopped himself from opening the door severally but the urge became stronger each time. He gave in, boldly opened, only to see Nyamekye wrapped in the arms of Boadu, who was looking adorably at his sleeping secret bride. He lifted his eyes to see Kumnipa and made to sit, waking Nyamekye in the process.
“Please is there something you want?” Nyamekye asked calmly. “I was just checking if you needed something.”
“That is sweet. Thank you. We are alright.” With that, she pulled her man to lie on his back and laid on his chest as Kumnipa and Boadu locked eyes. One could sense the silent battle brewing between the two. Nyamekye kindly asked him to get some rest as it was a long day. He reluctantly stepped back and closed the door behind.
Once in the hall, he realized a functioning mind is the most dramatic thing a body can have. His mind became a stage where so many stories of happenings in the chamber played. “Boadu aggressively tearing off her beautiful dress and taking her by force, no, there was no sign of torn clothes. She playfully biting his ears and whispering “I am yours my love, take me and do with me as you please”. Boadu greedily flipping her on the soft thatch bed with cotton covering specially made for him, and pounding her to his delight…” Kumnipa could not stand it. The part where his imagination portrayed him a laughing stock anytime his back was turned drove him ill. Going out would mean he left his bride on the first night and generate gossip, staying in that hall was also driving him crazy. After over three hours of pacing and making up stories in his head, he called his trusted body guard, asked for one of his clothes and left with him to the archery field in the palace. Kronom knew better to question the crown prince of Gyae Saa and the future king of Apemso. So he just competed with him and lost terribly. Still, he sensed his uneasiness. He even felt the prince was crying within, but if ordinary men were not to cry, who was he, a common body guard, to suggest a whole crown prince was?
They went back before daybreak. He just laid on a mat in the hall until he heard a knock. It was a little after cockcrow, around 5am. The maidens had come for the lady to help her get ready for breakfast. Kumnipa quickly got up, barged into the room and asked Boadu to go to the hall and dress appropriately. Boadu was angry but just looked at Nyamekye who signalled him to cooperate, picked up his clothes to cover his nakedness and went out. Nyamekye wanted to say something but a look at Kumnipa, and all that vanished. She decided to bring up the conversation of respect for privacy in his lightened mood. He refused to sit on the bed, and just rudely asked “Won’t you get up and dress? Your maidens are ready to give you a bath.” She picked a cloth from a table close by and wrapped herself beneath the bedsheets. Just then, there was a knock on the door, Kumnipa opened, clad in mmarintama, as the maidens happily accompanied the princess out. He did scatter the bed in his rage after, but there was none saw it as the servants put things together right after he left, giggling about the intensity of the first night. Judging by the blood stains and the scattering.
Boadu stood behind the princess during breakfast. “What are you doing there? Foolish guard! Who is going to kill the princess here? Know your place and wait outside!” Kumnipa barked when he entered. His beautiful kente with its matching beads made him look grand, his heavy ahenema, made him regal and his mean countenance made him seem in charge. Ohene Abrokwah Gyan was startled by his son’s outburst but was not one to call him out in the open. He just looked at Boadu, who stood quite scorned and at the same time petrified, and with a wave of his right hand, dismissed him. Nyamekye lost her appetite, as she watched Kumnipa. Everyone at the table saw her displeasure as Kumnipa, who could not be bothered, ate heartily.
Ohene Abrokwah called his son into the inner room. When he reached there, he watched him for a while. Kumnipa fidgeted having an idea of what was to ensue. “Sit, I have a story to tell you.” Uncomfortably he sat, all the while asking, which tactic is this?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 2018
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