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WOE IS ME (Corona Series, Episode 6)

My mother keeps telling me to drink water. My father keeps telling me to sleep, my elder sister shouts on me to go watch television and leave her alone but there is thunder in my stomach. Why are they pretending not hearing? I drank more-koko three days ago, more-Koko without sugar. Father kept saying I should drink as much as I could and mother kept drinking as if it was sweet. But my tongue could not lie and my face told on it. Bitter, but I was full for a while. I got hungry that evening but mother kept telling me father was going to look for food. My sister, Fosua, kept frowning, I could not also play with her. That night, father did not come home. I woke up early to go and urinate and saw him sleeping on the bench in front of our house. I went close to wake him up to go sleep inside and I saw he was crying. So I used my dress to clean his tears. He got up and hugged me. Ewuraa Serwaa, I’m not crying. Sometimes your father’s eyes get watery. That’s all. I believed him because he never lies. My father is a superman.
The next day, mother kept asking me to drink water. She told me to drink water to stay strong and wait for the food father was going to bring. The whole day I was restless. I couldn’t sleep and thunders were in my stomach but mother kept rubbing my belly and telling me stories. She told me a story of a woman who ate through her dreams and fantasies. She was a goddess and could not afford to lose her super powers by eating like ordinary people. Because of that, she dreamt of the most delicious foods in the world and ate through her fantasies. She only dressed and remained perfect to be worshiped by others. One day, Nana Nyame was passing by her shrine and saw her eyes closed. Because Nana Nyame is the Supreme God, he knew the Goddess of Miracles, Ewuraa Serwaa was eating in her fantasies. Nana Nyame was so impressed that he transformed her into a spirit and transported her to Ahenmanmu to eat physically with him. And the Asoro Abɔfo sang her the most beautiful songs as she dined with him. She became the first goddess to have seen and dined with Nana Nyame and so gained the respect of all human beings.
I wondered how the goddess had my name. Still, I wanted my mother to know I was intelligent and could act like that goddess. So I went to watch cartoons on television and kept drinking water. Mother did not say the goddess drank water in her dreams. So I drank water. But today, the dream about foods make me more hungry and water makes me weak. Last night, I heard them talking, my Maame and Paapa.
Adwoa Birago, wife of mine, woe is me! I’m a man. How can I look on as my family starve? Ewuraa Serwaa is to be pitied. I can see the poor girl is hungry. She is only six years old Adwoa. What am I going to do? Yesterday I tried to go to the shop. The soldiers asked me to show them my permit. One of them slapped me and sent me back. He said foos sellers are not essential workers. I tried to get in touch with Ogyam to send me some money but I didn’t even have credit. What do we do Adwoa?
I saw my mother lift my father’s head and put it on her chest. Mewura Sintim, don’t think about it too much. It will pass. It will all pass. Tomorrow I will go and see Kwansimaa for some rice on credit. I’ve never done that so I think she will give me. Don’t think and get sick. We will be fine. Ewuraa Serwaa is a strong girl, she will also be fine.
I felt sorry that I made my father cry. But I was hungry. Fosua was saying that the president will stop the lock down and father’s shop will be opened. Mother is now in the kitchen after going to visit Auntie Kwansimaa’s shop. She is cooking anwa-mo with eggs. There are many thunders in my stomach but I am happy I’m going to eat. Nana Nyame will not see me. I’ll hide in the house and eat. It looks like it’s going to rain. The sky is dark.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 2020. Photo Credit: Google Pics

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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