LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

KOBBY'S POV.

"Amanehunu ben kra nie? Ebaa nu sen? "↔️"What kind of tribulation was this? How did this even take place? How can small madam's just go from full energy to light off like that? 'kyere se, me dwen ho mpo as me nti ase'↔️'in truth, I am unable to make meaning out of it!' She was in a good mood and strength this morning before stepping out. Only to come back all moody, lost in the clouds not to forget sickly looking. Now? she is fighting to survive. 'Adi ye de3, Hhmmmm! Aye me naa bi saa!'↔️ 'this situation is as stale, Hhmmmm! as it baffles me.

It is just like watching a short enactment off a traffic play. The difference is this is no acting, instead of is 'yagani!, yagani!'↔️'reality'. When Aunty Mansa said she was not feeling well, I thought it was just all this 'eti page nkiti! nkiti!'↔️'minimal headache.' I never imagined it could be anything serious like this at all. 'Heerh! mmogya nu mpo na emaa me yem shiee me nu!' ↔️'it was the pool blood that got me panicked! Na edoo su dodo aah!↔️'the blood was too much, aah!' I have seen many worrisome scenes, yet this is my first up close blood curling experience! I respectfully allowed Aunty Mansa drag me haphazardly with the intension of giving hera piece of my forlorn mind, after dealing with what made her nearly break my front row set of teeth. Which I thought was another sword fight the lady's were having with a cockroach in the house. Only to be ushered into the sitting room to be welcomed by the overwhelming sight of Madam Jennifer's breathless body in a pool of blood. I must confess the tragic astonishing, unfortunate picture which was presented in front of me? made me loose all the annoyance of being dragged unexpectedly, replaced by an adrenaline shot instantly! to enable me carry her like a light weight. Which in all truth? she isn't. The stinging pain in my gradually relaxing cramped up arm muscles are an undisputable evidence. Her body in deceptive in looks compared to her mass. Thank goodness i didn't feel the pull off her weight before we got a car to the hospital. 'Ohunu ma nipa ye awanwa de ampa!'↔️'fear makes humans work wonders, I must agree.' Nukure me Kobby! nsu a fa nipa! Nka me de3me nim se, ano na me wo! Me ye bema ampa!↔️ truth be told, I kobby! also had the strength another carry another person! I always considered my charm lady in my mouth! I was really the man this time around!'her mentally digested with a faint smile on his surface.'

kobby was not noted for strength but eloquence. As a matter of facts he suggested through training to become a security guard. His colleagues were baffled when he managed to complete his grooming in the camp to be allocated a post of a guard. He was incapable of handling the minimal mass taskes his group mates had no issues with. This made him an object of mockery. His lack of strength was also the basic contributing factor to Yaa mansa, the Kenkey vendor's daughters refusal to date him. She questioned his ability to defend her with muscle if need be. He was stamina deprived thus his virtual broad chest out for accomplishing this feet.' Now I am getting a handle on why she was covered out retuning to the house. She must have found out about the severity of her condition to put her in such a deep inner room of psychological discourse to make her miss me when I was right in front of her.'aaaw! small madam "he cooed pitifully" 'wa ble mpa!'↔️'You have really suffered!' I am certain to be converted but small madam's predicament. Sincerely, my chest hurts to see her in such condition, close to making me into a believer at once.

'Obi aaa na me nfs shwee nye sheer, na me bo mpaeye. A yele ampa!'↔️'An unbeliever such as myself in a mood of prayer, calling on 'YESU MOGYA'↔️'BLOOD OF JESUS'. I am without doubt, had I persisted in my mood of service? I may be speaking in the tongues of the holy ghost by now! 'wo be ti ↔️'you will hear...kalabramadoloskokalieyahahaha! "he jests, imitating the likeness of some of the audio you hear during prayers in some churches. Giving himself a task of holding back his laughter at his own joke. Funny how the aftermath of a gravely incident becomes that ofa comic relief.

That not withstand, in normal perfect times, I could never had touched her, talk not of carrying her. Today? here were are! I had to lay my hands on her, in order to take her to where she needed to be to save her life. An irony indeed. Yes! I must agree, wealth is needed in this crooked depressing world to live a wonderful quality life. However, the episode just played before me these past few ticks, tocks of the clock, establishes; it is all but vanity upon vanity!

She may have had tones of money in house with her, yet would have stay in the spot helplessly until out was too late.

If not for the presence of other organisms of her species in the house with her, what would she have done? All her resources put together wouldn't have been able to call my attention to her destructive state. I think about all this andi am grateful for where I am. I may not be where I want to be, neither am I where I used to be, nor ami static, rather, I am en-route to my destination slow but sure. I may not have tones of money but possess good health.

All fingers are not equal. However, they all come together to complement each other in achieving one goal. Sustainable growth! Everybody cannot be well to do? Never the less, the notable privileged few could serve as a soothing balm for the wounds of the under privileged without making them feel less of themselves. All I humbly seek is to have my basic needs constantly, to prevent me from having to go the extreme of getting them. I need to buttress the point that, madam Jenniffer has never disrespected me in any form or way ever since I was stationed in her abode. Same goes for Aunty Mansa too! I would say, until her earlier reaction her friends circumstances. Which was week justified. They treat me as family.

Small Madam, 'do nipa'↔️'loves her species. Seeing a non discriminating sweet, nice lady such as madam Jennifer; who never used their wealth to disregard anybody in a helpless way. Made me have a sense of urgency to get her the needed help. I wanted to get her to the hospital in time, also for her to make through the decimating state she was in. There is just buta countable few of others out there possessing her caliber in this world. it would have beena great loss to loose her. A few more of her kind will add the much needed color to make this worlda beautiful splendid live invaluable artistic colourful settling.

On a lighter note, I am pleased I was able to be of assistance to her this time around finally. She has been good to me on countless occasions. I am glad, I was there to offer a helping hand when it was needed. To think that I could have missed this chance to reciprocate the tremendous good she had done for me unceasingly. if I had tarried awhile back at Yaa mame's joint, which was my main plan. I was hoping for an open window to reason with Yaa Mansa over my heart's condition concerning her privately; that proved futile due to her insolence. She had to shoot it out to the hearing of other customers of her mother that, I was not and would never be counted amongst the men she made space to have a talk with! Breaking my already fragile heart into shatter. She even went further to a whole man like me to'Clear off!'. I got very infuriated like never before. I have never been treated with this much disown plainly for being in the wrong not to mention otherwise. She disgraced and verbally abused me without sympathy for loving her. I left there in distress with the dot pride I had left in me and a man to hide away in my corner. To have returned in time to serve a greater purpose. I had barely touched down may ass on the office chair in my quarters, with a few buttons undone on my shirt. When the front door to the main house began to make way for Aunty Mansa with my name at light years ahead of her.

I don't know how i got to the front door that fast. Every thing truly happens fora good reason I'm regards to negativity or positivity. In everything we need to thanks God. if had been humiliated by the beatles girl? Then I would have missed. 'Sarcastically he reminisced once more for piquancy to rid himself of thesour after taste the encounter with the demonic daughter of the 'Kenkey seller.' nothing of her weight nor my manliness showed head in my thinking until she was taken away in to the emergency room that was when my arms went numb.... lols?

Merciful father! please have pity on her. She is a wonderful young lady. Besides some of her tantrums but it is cope-a-ble. Now that the chaotic dust is about to settle? I don't know if I should call the head office to inform them of the current status of activities. So they can can divulge the bad need news to her parent or wait till we are briefed by a doctor first. If I call now what relevant information do I have? I think there second option would do! To enable me give an accurate report than lack information. What do i even say again in the first place? After all I am just an in compound security guard not a room guard. None the less, this is a very scary situation where I need to thread carefully. One may never know how these rich folks would take the news of their only eye on critical state. I don't want to be burnt by fire I know nothing about. Others may call me a spineless man but they infamous Ghanaian adage goes "to be cautious on life is better than death! " says the chicks of the mother hen. To bet on the safer side, I might as well wait on Aunty Mansa too decide what best to do until small madam wakes up.