It’s been a month now since I moved out, my place isn’t closer to dad’s place, it was a new site, now developing, so there wasn’t many people around, all my friends were in town. The only time I got to see them was on the weekends or somewhere in town by coincidence. I close from work at 5pm, if there’s no traffic in town, I get home 45 minutes later, but if there’s traffic, it’ll take about an hour and half to get home. Ever since I moved out, going home has been extremely hard for me, ‘cause when I get home, there’s nothing for me to do, just eat, watch TV, go to sleep. It was a daily routine until I got an idea.
I decided to sign up as an Uber driver. It seemed to be the new thing in town now, my car is new and sleek, and I could drive people around and get paid. I’m not really doing it for the money, just didn’t wanna go home early and be bored. It was a productive use of my time. Everything was great, it’s nice driving people around, you meet very interesting people, some are cool, others are rude, but I guess that’s how it is.
It was Friday, knocked off work around 5:20pm. TGIF, was the theme, some friends and I decided to meet and have some fun at the bar. We met at Ziggy’s lounge at Osu as usual. It was fun as always, lots of drinks and meat to chew. But I didn’t take any alcohol, I knew I’d be driving and I live very far, so that was the safest thing to do. It was soon 8:30pm, my guys decided to take the partying to another joint, they said Ziggy’s lounge was boring today, they wanted a place with lots of girls. They wanted me to come with them but I declined, I told them I had a long drive ahead of me.
I got in my car, switched on my phone and started the engine. Just then I got an alert, someone was requesting an Uber driver, and I happened to be around, so I accepted the request. Funny thing was, the person was at the parking lot where I was, it was this old man, not very old though, I’d say, he’s in his late-fifties. We verified details and he got in my car. I asked him where he wants to be dropped, he said, “Drive me around town, take me wherever you want to take me, I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go home, I can’t go home looking like this, I don’t want my wife and kids to see me like this, just drive”. I understood him, I saw him at the bar, he was drinking alone, he looked sober and smelled like alcohol, so I really understood him, so I did what I was told, and I took him for a ride.
From Osu, I drove to Accra Central, from there I went ahead to Nkrumah interchange, drove straight along the Teseno road, took a left on the N1 heading to Dzorwulu.
We’ve been driving around for an hour now, then something unexpected began. The old timer siting behind me started crying, at first it was just sobbing, it continued for a while, I kept watching my rare view mirror, the old timer looked like a baby looking for attention, I got sympathetic and asked, “eerhmm excuse me sir, what’s wrong?”, soon as those words came out he burst into uncontrollable tears. I felt very sorry.
I kept asking him what was wrong with him, but he ignored me and continued crying, I even asked if he was in pain and needed help. I asked him if he wanted to go home. He didn’t mind me, I got annoyed and decided to ignore him too. About 10 minutes he realized I wasn’t paying any attention to him, he began to talk, he asked, “Do you know who I am?”, fear struck me instantly, it was a creepy question he asked, my first thoughts were, is he a serial killer?, I took a deep breath and said, “No, am I supposed to know you? Are you famous?”, he responded, “never mind”.
He continued, “I’m in deep trouble, and I could really use some advice”, I panicked a bit and asked, “Are you in trouble with the police?”, he laughed softly and said, “No far from that, I’m not a bad person, I just made some bad decisions and it’s hunting me”, I was a bit relived so I asked, “who are you anyways?”, he smiled and ignored my question, he continued, “I’ve been having an affair, and now the lady is pregnant, and I have no idea what to do”, I wanted to laugh out loud, but it seemed rude at that moment so I comported myself.
“I just wanted to have some fun, I didn’t realize it could escalate to this level. I didn’t want to believe her, I knew these University girls always try to squeeze money from you, but I realized she was getting fat, she’s a very slim girl, but seeing her grow fat now, I began to see that the pregnancy might be real. I love my wife and daughters and I know they’ll be very disappointed in me, my followers will be devastated once it gets out”, he replied. I laughed and said, “She could be lying, just because she’s growing fat doesn’t mean she’s pregnant, she’s just trying to tarp you with the pregnancy, nothing new here. My little sister was slim, now she’s growing fat these couple of months, it doesn’t mean she’s pregnant, I’m sure she’s eating too much at the University, it’s normal for the girls there, so make you relax”
I got curious and asked, “Are you on twitter? Give me your handle so I could follow you, you seem to be a cool old man, how many followers you got?”, but he ignored me. He looked broken, so I let him be.
Then he asked me, “what would you do if you were me?”, it was one of the toughest question anyone has asked me before, I said, “honestly I wouldn’t really know, it seems very complicated, but I would prioritize my family and tell them the truth and face the shame”. But he said, “You don’t understand, you don’t know my wife as well as I do, she wouldn’t hesitate telling the whole world what I have done, she’s a strict Christian woman, that’s what I fear. I was hoping to get a second opinion on how to solve this, but it seems I’m only left with one option”.
“What option?”, I curiously asked. He replied, “Abortion!”, I exclaimed
“eeii!! You don’t fear God ehh?”. He bow his head and began to cry again, it was worse than before. I managed to calm him down. He began begging me, asking me for my help. I was confused, I asked him in what way I could help him, he said, “tell me how to mix a concoction or potion or anything for the abortion, I’m begging you please”, I said, “Are you insane? You want me to help you kill a baby? Who do you think I am? Mr. Old man, tell me where you live right now, I’m taking you home, you pay me and I leave, you’d have to deal with your own problems alone” I was pissed off.
Then he said, “I’ll give you $2,000 if you help me”. I nearly crushed into the car in-front of me when I heard dollars. But I told him no, I told him I haven’t done it before so I can’t help him. Then he said, “I’ll give you $10,000 if you help me”. I pulled over at the next bus stop and got out. My A.C was working but I felt like I needed fresh air, I felt goose bumps all over me. I began to think to myself, $10,000 is a lot of cash, there’s so much I could do with that money, he looks desperate so maybe I could bargain for more money. I smiled evilly to myself and went back inside the car.
“I’ll take $20,000, that’s my final offer take it or leave it”, I greedily said. He said, “No problem, it’s a deal! If you help me I’ll get you the money by tomorrow”. I replied, “How will I know you’ll send me my money, I don’t trust you”, he answered, “I’ll take you to my house, I’ll take you to where I live, that way you can trust me”. I took my phone out and called a friend, I asked him for the drugs he used for his girlfriend’s abortion 6 months ago, he gave me a list of drugs to buy at a pharmacy and mix them together.
I drove to the drive thru pharmacy and got the drugs. I bought a bottled water, emptied half the content, got the drugs in there and mixed everything together. The old timer said he wants it done tonight, so he asked me to drive to Madina, there’s a hostel there, that’s where she is, he wants it over and done with. It took me half an hour to get to Madina. He asked me to get to Rawling’s circle, there is a hostel around that place, that’s where we going. I grew up in Madina, so per the directions he was giving me, I kinda got an idea the hostel he was taking me to. I knew someone in that hostel.
We pulled over to the hostel. He asked me to stay in the car, he’s going to get the girl, then I’ll drive them to a nearby bar, there, he’ll get her to drink the abortion concoction. Half an hour later I see him walking to my car with this girl, I hid my face, I didn’t want anyone to see my face, in case things didn’t go as planned and there’s complications like unconsciousness, seizures, vomiting or even death. I had to hide my face, I ain’t trying to be nobody’s accomplice so I bowed my head down when they got into my car.
Even though I was trying so hard to hide my face, I just couldn’t fight the curiosity of taking a glance at the girl the old timer was with, so I looked in the rear view mirror and shouted, “Esi!!!, WTF is going on here?”, I got out of the car, and pulled the girl out from the car. The old timer was confused. He said, “what is going on here?”, and I answered angrily, “Stupid man, that’s my sister!”. My sister was in tears, she was speechless, she had her hand on her tummy trying to conceal the pregnancy. The old timer was dumbfounded. I just couldn’t believe what was going on. I thought my sister was growing fat all these while, not knowing she’s been pregnant for some time now WTF!
The old timer said, “wait…hold on…what do you mean she’s your sister?”, I replied, “Are you deaf? Did I stutter? I said she’s my little sister, the one I thought was growing fat, but now it turns out she’s pregnant. Painful part is, a stupid old man like you was responsible for it dammmn!”, I had tears in my eyes. I was sweating, my heart was beating very fast, my brain just couldn’t process all that was happening. Just on impulse I just grabbed a huge stone nearby, ready to hit that “madafaka” in the head, when a familiar voice suddenly shouted, “Abotsi, DON’T PLEASEEEEEEEEE!, it was my sister, she was on her knees begging me not to.
I felt pity for her, I was ready to smash him in the head, but Esi held tight to my leg. I looked straight in her eyes and asked her, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill this stupid man right now.”, She was sobbing and wiping her watery nose with her elbow, she said, “I love him, please don’t kill him”, I just couldn’t believe my ears, I retorted, “KWASIA you love who? W’ama kwasia wie adi wo kwa, now you on your knees here crying like a baby talking about love? Don’t you know he’s married with kids? Are you a home wrecker? Mom raised you better, she’d be disappointed in you! Between you two, I can’t figure out who the bigger KWASIA is, you disgust me!”
The old man tried walking in my direction, trying to calm me down, “Please calm down, don’t let anger fill your heart, Psalms 37:8 says, ‘Let go of anger and abandon rage, do not become upset and turn to doing evil’, please let’s talk this through”, I laughed and said, “you quoting the scriptures now? Unbelievable, such guts, all of a sudden you turn pastor right? You disgust me where you stand, FOOL!”. Our little drama had attracted audience, just then someone passing by got all excited without knowing what was going on and shouted, “ eeeeiiiiiiiii Rev. Counselor Lootrott wow!”
I turned and looked at the lady approaching the old timer with smiles. I stopped her half way and asked her, “Do you know this man?”, she answered proudly, “Yes he’s my pastor”. My brains felt like exploding outta my skull. This man is a pastor? The famous Counselor Lootrott? The guy who sits on TV and radio preaching? WTF man!! It all makes sense now, when he meant his ‘followers would be devastated’, he meant his church members. No wonder he asked me if I knew him when he got into my car, unfortunately for me, I’m not a church goer so I didn’t recognize him. Dammn!!!
I went back inside my car, brought out the concoction I made for the abortion and showed it to everybody, and said, “I got news for y’all! This man y’all hold in high esteem is actually the younger brother of Satan himself, this man got my sister pregnant after countless affairs, cheating and lying to his wife and kids, now my sister is pregnant, and he wants to get rid of the unborn baby, he offered me $20,000 to mix this concoction for him to get rid of the pregnancy, unfortunately I was greedy enough to accept and God decided to punish me, turns out it’s my sister, my own sister he wanted to give the concoction to, dammmn I can’t believe I was this stupid, funny thing is, if it wasn’t my sister I would probably follow through with it, I hope God forgives me…”, I began to cry.
I took a long glance at Lootrott, aimed hard at him, and threw the stone I had in my hand, unfortunately he saw it coming and dodged it. Then I said, “Did I tell you my dad is a crazy retired soldier man? If I were you, I’d start writing my last Will”
The news exploded in the media, everyone was talking about it. My Dad got to know everything that happened, he was angry at first but calmed down after sometime. Two days later, front page of the Daily Graphic read, “Old soldier man Kills Famous Pastor”. My dad killed the Counselor and left a note behind explaining why he did it, “Cle, Esi, I’m sorry, I just had to do it, I did it not because he got you, Esi, pregnant, I did it because he tried to kill my only chance of becoming a Grand Pa, when that baby is born, please tell him his Grand Pa loved him dearly”