Till Death Do Us Part II- Keni Kodjo

I’m still stunned by just how many people were blown away by the first part of this story!! I didnt know you guys liked sequels like that, eeii! Anyways, it’s here if you missed it. If you ask me, I think this last part is even better! Maukeni just lifts the bar  with this one. And I’m smart enough to tell the thin line between an intro and a nuisance :-)…so I stop here. I’ll let her finish what she started;

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‘I am pregnant with his baby’, the words hung in the air and I looked ahead blankly. I didn’t need to turn my head to see the concern in my mother’s face metamorphose into shock. ‘Oh my child, I am so sorry’ and then we both broke into tears. The last two weeks had been like that- we had synchronized our crying timetable. She cradled me in her arms like a baby- I wished I could be a baby again, with no worries, no anxieties, without this pain that seemed so deep, like a bottomless abyss.

I pushed the fried fish around in my plate. Even the fish’s eyes were full of pity. I didn’t have an appetite. Patrick had always said I was a picky eater, and he didn’t mind helping himself to whatever was left of my meal. Oh Patrick! I still kept hope alive that he would call me and say he was coming home, or that he would be sitting in the study, reading a book, or that I would hear him laugh or even call my name. The other night, I woke up at dawn and instinctively reached over to the other side of the bed. He wasn’t there, it was just me and the darkness- and the deafening silence…

The day of the funeral was drawing nearer. My baby bump was now rather visible and it was drawing just as much attention as the news of my being a widow was. I always pretended not to hear the whispers, ‘She is finally pregnant and the man has left her so tragically. Poor girl’. My doctor had advised me to avoid stressing myself out to avoid complications during delivery..so I ignored the whispers, smiled politely and tried not to cry too often. Except this one time! One of Patrick’s sisters, Cynthia, had not seen me since the pregnancy started showing. The day she did, she sneered at me and said ‘So you have managed to get yourself pregnant after all, and you waited until you had killed my brother. We would have to perform a paternity test to ensure that it is not your boy toy who-‘. She never got to finish that sentence, I gave her the slap of her lifetime and asked her to leave my house. The poor thing didn’t know I had it in me. She looked so bewildered as she walked out. That was the only time I disobeyed the doctor, but you would agree with me that she had it coming, didn’t she?

I had decided that I wasn’t going to write a tribute, because I didn’t want anyone else to read it on my behalf and I didn’t think I had the strength to read it myself either. Besides what I had to say was really for his ears only and he would never get to hear it. What was I going to say? ‘Today, our baby kicked when I put in your favourite jazz CD. Something tells me he or she will be quite the dancer. I really wish you were here so you could experience all of this with me. It is not fair that you had to leave just when the baby got here, it is not fair that I never got to tell you, that you never got to know on earth that you had made the Daddy team. By the way, I slapped your sister and it felt really good. Trust me, she had it coming. Anytime soon, our baby will be here. I still don’t know if it is a boy or a girl. If it is a boy, I pray he looks and acts like you. If it is a girl, I promise to dote on her like you doted on me. The house is empty without you and I miss you- all day everyday’. See? I couldn’t see myself reading this without breaking down.

On the day of the funeral, I woke up at 2am with a pit in my tummy. I was going to see his face again after all this while. I was worried that he would look different, that I might not be able to recognize him, that I would not be able to hold myself together. I wished I could go with him. Why did we have to part- and so soon? Ekow was the one who had seen his body and he was the one going to accompany the body to the church. I got there early with my mum and Esi, to see the body before everyone else got there. The church was so quiet, save the chirping of two birds from the ceiling. Ekow, Esi and Mummy stepped back as I walked to the coffin. The pit in my tummy got deeper. There he was- in his navy blue suit, my favourite suit. He didn’t look different, he looked like he was asleep. Apart from a scar right above his left eye, you could not even tell that he had been in an accident. His hair was still wavy, just the way I liked it. My hand trembled as I reached out to touch him. I really wished he would wake up, or that he would at least hold my hand and tell me that everything will be okay, that I won’t be all alone.

I don’t remember when I started to cry- maybe it was when I saw his face, or when I whispered hi, or when I reached out to adjust his pocket square, or maybe when I touched him. My heart was literally aching and my breathing was laboured. My brother embraced me and whispered that everything was going to be ok. I stood there for a long time, as if I wanted to engrain his image in my memory forever. And then I walked to my seat. My mother and Esi were seated on either side of me throughout the funeral. Ekow was basically the chief mourner, running around to make sure everything was under control. People from all walks of life were at the funeral- people I had never seen, people I barely knew, and our family and friends. Patrick was always such a people person.

I cried a lot at the funeral. Somehow I felt like it was ok to cry, to let it all out. The tribute from the children in the orphanage had everyone reaching for their handkerchief. Just before they closed the coffin, I walked up, planted a kiss on Patrick’s forehead and then I put the ultrasound scan picture in his breast pocket. His mother was wailing loudly, she also got up abruptly and embraced me. The tenderness of the moment was almost ruined because I almost burst out laughing when I saw Cynthia glaring at me. Ekow and five of the adolescent orphan boys carried the coffin to the graveyard. I wasn’t allowed to go to the graveyard- doctor’s orders. I stood at a distance, watching them shovel the sand over my husband’s body, my Patrick, and the pit in my tummy deepened even more. I whispered more to myself than to anyone else, ‘Goodbye my love’.

Two weeks after the funeral, we were all seated in my living room, eating my mother’s fufu and palmnut soup. Ekow had just shared a hilarious joke and we were all beside ourselves with laughter. I felt liquid on my thigh and I even thought it was urine as a result of laughing so hard. I looked down and realized it wasn’t urine. I grabbed my mother’s arm and whispered ‘my water just broke’. Our baby couldn’t have chosen a better day to be born- it was our meetaversary (the anniversary of the day Patrick and I met). Esi sprang into action mode and got me into the back of her black Mazda car. That car had been there throughout our time on campus- it had history. And now yet another phase of history was about to begin. I kept breathing in and out, and praying to God to preserve both my and my baby’s lives.

I brushed aside the beads of sweat on my forehead and pulled myself together. It was time. The doctor kept talking to me in a soft voice. I rallied all my strength together and pushed- for Patrick’s sake. It felt like forever before I heard the shrill cry of my baby- our baby. I smiled to myself because Patrick would have said the baby had opera singing potential if he were here. And he was here-at least in my mind’s eye. Mummy, Ekow and Esi were also right there beside me the entire time.

The nurse put my baby in my arms. So little, so precious. ‘It is a boy!’, the nurse announced with satisfaction. He wrapped his tiny fingers around my smallest finger and looked up sleepily at me. He had his father’s eyes and his wavy hair- I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I smiled down at him and said, ‘Hi! Your name is Patrick- Patrick Adabla Jnr, and your dad and mum love you very much.’

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49 Comments

  1. akos said:

    Awwww is that all.Very beautiful

    September 6, 2017
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  2. ur momone'ss said:

    God bless you keni. Pls can i have your blog address

    August 18, 2017
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  3. Marianne said:

    Ohhhhh niece piece.the ending so sad had tears in my eyes.

    April 24, 2017
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  4. Baaba said:

    Awww Keni
    You never cease to amaze me..
    Nice piece
    it got me crying tho

    April 16, 2017
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  5. Nana Poku said:

    Almost forgot just how good keni is.
    Keni is bae!

    February 20, 2016
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  6. jesuszmaboo said:

    Awwwww…u got me shedding some tears here..u so good tho…keep up

    November 2, 2015
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  7. Steph said:

    nice story line. I pray and hope it never happens to me.

    July 14, 2015
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  8. Ewurama said:

    Wow… one of those good pieces dat also leaves you with a prayer topic -“God pls dnt let dis ever happen to me, Never in ma life tym, pls God.”
    Maukeni, i fink dis piece (apart frm being prayer inspiring, lols) is great. Good job!!

    May 20, 2015
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  9. Bubbs said:

    Lovely story. However, the timing of the baby was kinda funny. Two weeks after the funeral? why it took five to six months for her hubby to be buried as she was three months when he died? No mention was made of a premmie…

    May 6, 2015
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    • Maukeni Kodjo said:

      Bubbs, people keep asking me that. No, it wasn’t a premature baby and yep, it did take that long for Patrick to be buried. She had complicated in-laws, remember? His family was constantly fretting about making his funeral perfect, being the only son and all..(and also because I thought this would be more dramatic!) 😀

      May 17, 2015
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  10. Kwaku Asare Ofosuhene said:

    I dedicate this to my very Good friend who now lives among the dead now. Demorgan! Your entire family and friends will forever miss you. Maukeni Kodjo…Thanks for this piece. A professional piece of writing.

    April 28, 2015
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    • Maukeni Kodjo said:

      My pleasure, Mr Ofosuhene

      May 17, 2015
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  11. RAMMY said:

    EXACTLY MY POINT EMILY…..LMAO…I THINK SHE SHD VE GOT 2 SLAPS…LOL…
    GREAT PIECE KENI…….THUBS UP…BLESS U
    BEN…PLS WEN DO WE GET TO HR DAT SILKY,SOOTING,LUVLI,SOFT VOICE AGAIN…HAHAHAHAHAHA…….*waiting pls*

    April 28, 2015
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    • BenJ said:

      You just got me blushing and all Rammy. Now I’m even doing voice training sef.

      April 29, 2015
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  12. Emily said:

    PS: That slap was very well deserved; i know i would have gone full-blown ninja turtle on Cynthia. I’m certain Patrick applauded his approval from heaven……lol ( i couldn’t resist)

    April 27, 2015
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    • BenJ said:

      Wo pe saah! Emily wo pe saah kraaa dodo. lol. Mortalia Kombatina.

      April 27, 2015
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      • Emily said:

        😛 😛

        April 27, 2015
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  13. Emily said:

    Wow, You actually got me to shed tears! A moving story that brings the realities of life much closer to us. Thank you Maukeni, please be sure to bring more captivating stories our way.

    April 27, 2015
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    • Maukeni Kodjo said:

      Thanks Emily. I’m glad you like it! As for bringing more stories your way, it is all up to Ben oo!

      May 17, 2015
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  14. Benjamin and Tele, you have such amazing fans! 🙂 Thank you everybody for your kind words. My Goldinwords experience has been one of a kind!

    April 27, 2015
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  15. Sealohm said:

    Maukeni….hmmm I can only tnx a thumb up to u for this piece of work…so touching hope to read the nxt episode
    soon.

    April 26, 2015
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  16. Felicia Oyiti-Mensah said:

    I actually teared up when reading,its my first time of reading your story but I hope to see more,good job done

    April 26, 2015
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  17. obuobia said:

    Brilliant piece…. God bless you.

    April 26, 2015
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  18. Alex Mimi said:

    Aww a really lovely piss, couldn’t hold my tears. Cant wait for the next

    April 25, 2015
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  19. nife said:

    awwwwwwww… *deepsigh*

    April 25, 2015
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  20. Josey Adotey said:

    I teared when reading, sooo sa, cant wait for the next story

    April 25, 2015
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  21. Aseda said:

    i loved every bit of it. brings back memories, but of a godfather, not a hubby. am still crying though. i miss him sooooo much. RIP Uncle Fiifi

    April 25, 2015
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  22. afua screech said:

    Keni… God bless u
    Baam…!!

    April 25, 2015
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  23. abena said:

    very very good piece..very touching. I hope there’s more from you

    April 24, 2015
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  24. Sarah said:

    Wow! You are a writer of a kind, Keni. You are certainly going places

    April 24, 2015
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  25. Anna said:

    Wonderful and very touching
    Thanks Maukeni

    April 24, 2015
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  26. Dorinda said:

    awww Maukeni…to get a hard core girl like me tear means you did a great job…sooo love it,,…..

    PS, please when are you ending ‘Call me Kwesi’? im soo desperate…

    April 24, 2015
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  27. debbie said:

    Too touching……I can imagine baby Patrick looking like a smaller version of his Dad,,,,, can’t wait for next week friday to see what happens next

    April 24, 2015
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    • Debbie, that is where the story ends oo! The rest of the story is left to your imagination 🙂

      April 27, 2015
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  28. Lawrence said:

    Awesome piece, truly gifted!

    April 24, 2015
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  29. Paysh said:

    I do love it ‘!!!!

    April 24, 2015
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  30. dorcas said:

    Love, love it, you left me in tears. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.

    April 23, 2015
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      • And thanks to the Goldinwords gentlemen too! They are the ones who put up the story in the first place

        April 24, 2015
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  31. ella said:

    Dats a brilliant one, totally love it!!!

    April 23, 2015
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  32. Narki said:

    impeccably speechless….. I had to wipe a tear

    April 23, 2015
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    • I also teared up when I was writing it! Thanks for reading!

      April 24, 2015
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