IN THE SHOES OF GOD 18

Boadu thought hard about his actions and inactions contributing to the tension in the palace. He started drinking heavily but could not vent on Nyamekye no matter how much he gulped down. It was as though even his reflexes were well aware of her stature now. In his stupor, he thought he had dreamt of telling Kumnipa everything; about the feelings of the princess for him, his stupid jealousy resulting in her falling out of love with his personality, his foolish act of telling the first couple of the big Apemso Kingdom about his private life and the fact that he felt like an out of use plate before telling the King and queen all that but had upgraded into rubbish. He opened his eyes with a bad headache only to see himself on the bench in the biggest hall of Daakyehene’s palace. Boadu rushed to his abode in the brink of the night.
Kumnipa thought long about all that he heard from Boadu and put two and two together. He had been a fool with Otwereduampong by his side, always winning his battles both on the field and in his personal life but for the first time, he felt afraid. The mere thought of Ama getting caught up in the royal mess cut through him like a poisonous sword. It was close to cockcrow and he had not slept a wink. Just when he decided to pick his sword from a pile behind a wooden partition in his big hall to practice to ward off time, he saw them, three assassins tip toeing to God knows where. He followed them barefooted only to know their intention, they were obviously looking for Ama. He quickly retreated to his hall, checked on Ama and realized she was still sleeping.
Seconds later, swords argued in front of his room and he knew the visitors had located their target, probably didn’t think they’d get any form of opposition. He rushed to the place and helped in fighting them. Two were killed, the other was arrested. There was no familiar face but Kumnipa was determined to find out their boss or bosses. He hid him in the hollow cave beneath his palace only to see him dead by morning, he bit his own tongue.
Daakyehene thought of openly confronting the rulers of the land but stopped out of courtesy and diplomacy. He thought of facing Nyamekye but stopped himself in respect of her pride and proceeded to think deeply about the matter. Who would want to kill Ama? No matter how he thought of it, only the queen could have tried the gimmick. The king knew Ama too well to send those weak boys to eliminate her. He decided to play with the gods of the land by telling Kissi the Drunkard about it.
If I get you correctly, you mean to tell me that the princess has a secret husband and you are just the ceremonial husband? Well, then it means three things: you either want to test the slipperiness of my tongue, or are indirectly sending me out there to plant rumours or just plainly and stupidly think I am drunk because of how unstable I look so might forget everything by morning. Either ways, I feel sorry for you. If it is the first, you surely might see me failing that test on a bad day, if it is the second, then you are just being chisel, who sends a drunk on a mission without a proper payment? Don’t you know drunkards are at par with royals and seers? There is no way you will visit their minds without a big gourd of nsa din or ka bi kyere w’ase. If it is the third then you are the stupidest person of the land to judge my mind based on my unstable body. Whatever you think you need, speak either clearly or in kind to choose.”,
Kumnipa gave him enough cowries to buy him more than a hundred palm trees and left. “It is a true story and he needs me to plant rumours on the minds of the people of Apemso. He definitely is caught between Nana Bonsam and Sasrabonsam. Such a treasonous act by the very buttocks on the biggest stools!” Kissi thought. “But how can a prince who has it all agree to such terms of marriage when he knows the children of a slave will inherit him? He must have a dark secret“. Kissi stopped drinking and started pondering. He thought about his life and the fact that even his wife who disrespects him every now and then could never cheat on him let alone make him act in that despicable manner. “True, cloth covereth rots”. Kissi, sober as the day he was born, walked straight to his house, shocked to the bone.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 2018

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