LOVES NOT IN HER DICTIONARY

DISCOVERIES

"First of all baby, I need you to calm down. Wipe your tears because I can assure you, you are not in any trouble. Most importantly you need to relax, please it is not good to be overly worked up in your condition as rightly said by Mansa. you don't need to suspect anybody around you; I trust you know what I mean by this. God! you don't know how excited I am right now. I wish I could encompass you in my arms right now hon! I love you Jennifer Kumedzro! I LOVE YOU! I miss you so much! I want to be with you now! your tears baby? You know what it does to me; I am broken every second I picture your tear drenched face cerebrally. I feel like a villian for making you cry! I am so so sorry. it always makes me weak when you had a dull appearance. please wipe your tear. Baby, I love you. Please take consolation in these words coming from my depths, I trust you indubitably. This may not be my first child anyway, my queen, although it is your first. Even so, why does it feel so? I am so much elated. I am lost as to how to express myself. All I can say is 'i adore you.

"Stop with all the sweet talk and go straight to point. How or who told you?" she retorted with much efforts but as stubborn as she was, she ignored her pain

"I told you where I hail from right?my roots"

"Yeah! Slogbe-Anglo Ga, if am correct but yes! you did. "Wrongly, pronouncing the name. She was from the same tribe 'EVE' but a different village. Also less vested in the speaking of the language. Some of the syllables she had to take time to be conversant with.

"Srogbe, yes! also the king of that land who died some years ago, plus the ruckus about his heir apparent in the news, papers remember?

"Ooooooh! My God! Will you skip this question and answer maneuvers? we are not in an examination hall.. for Christ sake! What does that have to do with what I asked you? How did you know?" she demanded elaboratively

She was in great strive and knew exactly what to do yet opted not to. instead, she wasn't going to miss the chance to squeeze the truth out of old Soldier. she concealed her pain so well, to where even Mansa who was sitting in close proximity to her wasn't able to detect it. In an attempt to prevent her from dragging her to the hospital hastily. The most appropriate action to take at that instant. She made visible a camouflaged screen to her friend to delude her. She made it look like it was agitation at play. Oblivious that her friend was in waters beyond boiling point Mansa a reasonable space away in her own self flagellation wished she could turn in ashes.

Mansa' pov.

"Why must it always be me! I just don't know what kind of a cursed fate this has become. After everything we have been through, to only make amends to look on whiles it lays waste. I just don't know how? Yet again, i am the antagonist! I don't understand why I can't simply keep a smile on her face, rather I am the bringer of doom for her. I thought the first episode was just a minor slip up. Howbeit, the recursion of another blunder is nothing to overlook. it is said one cannot slip on the same slope twice! yet have I. A first is an accepted flaw but a second or third is taken as premeditated! No longer a mistake. Even I seem incapable of convincing myself it was a gaffe! My conscience betrays me in accepting this as a slip up. I can't wait to commit the third before I realize the trend here. In all pureness it was not intentional, I swear! it wasn't. just a glance at my friends bloated, blood shot red eyes is raking my insides. Seeing her extremely broken right now is tortuous than the worst torture a criminal could go through in interrogation for a heinous offense. How do I console her now? Will she even be lenient enough this time to temper justice with mercy? will she give me another chance? My hands used to turn misfortune to blessings! Now it is a destructive tool reigning havoc at touch."

Buried deep in the debris of her broken distorted self inflicted dome of weariness created by a sin of eternal damnation. Whereas old Soldier on the other end is also facing his own battle of explanation.

"Babe! Gbô dzi di la!" ↔️ "Babe! exercise patience please! that is what I am trying to explain. Well I am that 'Heir apparent' the son of 'Efia Ga Denglor II' the rightful custodian of the stool. The son who caused commotion by refusing the throne is none other than me....Jenn."

"Really!?"She broke into a hysterical agonizing laughter after old Soldiers last statement. After a break of satisfactory clearing of air ways with an incorrigible sigh, she responded

"I appreciate your effort to cheer me up. I didn't think any laughter was left in me after all the verbose punches meted to me today, but guess what? you just proved me wrong. I see you haven't lost your touch, one of the many reasons... I love you too, so much. Never the less , there is time for everything and this is not the time to be a stand-up comedian. Bad timing 'SOLDIER' please do me a favor; refrain from any sort of jesting, until you answer me. I don't have the liberty of time.

"listen Jennifer, I am telling you nothing but the implicit fact here. I am laying bare my soul, my past, my secret in your presence. which i have never spoke of or done to anyone ever since I left the kingdom many years ago. This is very sensitive discussion for me. The thing is, I don't want to keep any part of me from you again, since we going to have a family. The only way you are going to know the truth is if we do this together, with an open mind ok! baby? Everything in this world is very possible when approached with an open mind. please work with me. This topic has never been an easy spot to touch on for me. I am the crown prince of Anglo Ga Srogbe"

"So you are telling me now, that the late king you spoke and about compassionately back then? To where I asked why you were being so emotional about it? Was you father?

"Yes love"

"And you are the controversial son? Now I know why you so attached to the story or better yet reality. Do you have a better word for it? You claim you love me yet look me directly in the mirror of my soul and lie? why not then? but now! this his defining moment?"

"Yes! I am that son. Baby I was a shadow of myself then. I may not have out right told you, I meant myself when i spoke back then. I admit it was a half truth out of my control. I was still nursing my loss, pain, resentment, all the lot you can think of. To be clear, I never lied about my heart belonging to you ever! you have always been and will always be that one for me."

"Hahahahhaah! This day has been nothing close to a disappointing one! I must confess, when it had to do with revelations. Darn! Really? So you are a prince or a king?" Her laughter this time around came out bothersome to the notice of her friends as well as old Soldier. She choked mid way of the laughter hissing, as the pain mounted. it becoming difficult to keep it at base.

Mansa with a slightly uplifted head saw her friends body go through a tremorous shake, with a wide area of her towel bathrobe covered in sweat. She was now skeptically observing her.

"Yes baby! Jenn are you alright?

"Mmmmhhgh! wow! in as much as I would like to continue this charade. The constant banging in my head as to why you didn't come out straight with me on that very first day we spoke about this? Also why you refused the throne? Coupled with other questions, I wouldn't. Although, this is a puzzling discovery but I believe there is a more crux question you are still to answer." 'She wants to wrap it up and get going to the hospital.'

"I will gladly fill in all the blanks for you Jenn. I must caution tho! it is a vast ocean tho take in. What I have been poking at is the fact that, being the heir apparent to the throne, be it ascended or not; I have a mechanized protective arrangement over me. it is not optional. An arrangement that was made a long time ago by my ancestors to protect the royal line. Everything or anybody who shares a tight bond with me, as in what we have now thus our baby. Jennifer you have my blood in you and this places you automatically within that entrenched privilege involuntarily. This is not about body guards, police escort, detectives or all the modern means, I mean the old ways of protection.

"You mean 'Voodoooo'? wide eyed, 'does that even exist anymore?"

Another set of three rapid successive pain jolt through her abdomen making her gnash her teeth. Her cramps began when she thought he hated her. Which turned out to be a misguided imagination. She had held on so tightly, enduring the excruciating stabs of pain to get the truth from him as well as keep him in the dark about her current predicament. However, all the other information was making her crash more and more. How could he have kept all this from her? She was overwhelmed by the tearing of pain through the layers under her skin so decided to give in this time, yet obstinately averse to let her lover on any knowledge of her agony. With every run through of sharp s***h did she bit on her lips, not letting as tiny as a groan escape audibly scarcely. Sinking her teeth deep into her skin. She didn't want him to return before his time because of her. An instance she wouldn't be able to prevent if she allowed him catch on by per suing the conversation after all she already got what she wanted

"I trust the 'Old Ways' would be a much, more suitable name and ye! it does exist. Not inclined with all the barbaric Act we were are deceived it is all about but knowledge based. Although I must buttress that there is always two sides to a coin; in this scenario good and bad. Your possible conception was hinted by there senior chief priest of Srogbe of Anglo Ga land, Togui Dagadu."

"So now it is your land now?" she chirped questionably

"Not only now, it has always been mine from the very beginning love. The stupidity of the ignorance of a child made me try to defy the gods. Now I am awake! The slumber is over!" he explains briefly then step back into the path he was on before the interruption, telling who the news bearer was.

He was the news bearer. He is vested in the old ways I fore mentioned. He has some mad means, he comes to know the deepest secrets. you will get to meet and all sure you will like him except for his parables. You are sure to go to school of decrypting messages. 'he jokes' He gave me a few clues which led me to believe you were carrying our child. To let you in on a little secret, I didn't just come by this information likely. TOGUI never goes directly to the target. Am afraid no! I worked my bones for the pieces of information and that now I know what is in store our future? I wouldn't have it any other way my love. Please let's have the baby. I will do anything you want me to do, I swear!"

"Anything?" Jennifer mirrored am at your mercy my love, am on bended knees. Just order and it will be done."Blind sided by Jennifer on what was happening to her. All the spillage worked negatively on her and may as well be the end of the baby he was pleading with her to have.

She could not process all she heard sensibly at they moment due to pain. Although she had a totally different scenario played out in her mind before all the down pour of explanations. Now she had received a flood of information that was capable of drowning her; she was on the sinking path, if care was not taken she could meet lost with the baby. She needed time to chew on the cud, to properly get there news well settle in her system but lacked the strength. Act the moment her body had been shaken to the core! It's had taken hefty punches off life.

"If there has ever been a day my head had felt too heavy to carry, my body drained of energy for mobility? And my insides in chaotic shreds? Today is that remarkable day. Today, I have been exposed to a series of crazy marvel's; I read in history books aside that I have experience crumbling havoc within. Starting from my conception, to your kingship, the icing on top was the chief priest with the capability to have foreseen my situation. Ha! indeed! a vast ocean to cover at that. Listen I need a time out. I will let you in on what I have decided, after I have degested all this." the call ended with the phone slipping from her grip, whiles her hands fell to her sides lifelessly; her body now vibrating viciously. She was going into shock. She had taken much more than her body should contain. Her condition momentarily was an add on escalating the deterioration process in a furiously fluid mood. She tried calling Mansa for help but nothing came out. She felt an elevation of her upper body. Something encircling her as well as faint noises city by a blinding white screen. Jennifer passed out