Enkindle

          Mawufemor was abruptly awoken at dawn one early morning, exactly one week after being held in the Ho Police cells. It was the In-Charge, who had a gloomy expression.  “My son, be prayerful. God loves you.” “What have I done this time?” Mawufemor inquired, still partly asleep. "Young man, hmmm. I want you to know that you have a wonderful destiny, but the devil is out to destroy it,” the officer continued speaking.            Mawufemor was emotionless as he sat in his cell. He had become so accustomed to false accusations that he anticipated them every time. Due to his stammering, he always had difficulty expressing himself, especially in emotionally charged situations. His coping mechanism over the years was to remain silent when accused and accept the consequences. He came to this conclusion because he frequently heard individuals assert that people only stammer when they intend to lie.     ...

     Mawufemor slept for most of the three-hour journey to Ho, something he deserved. He had been working and studying for most parts of the day and night, and rarely managed to get 3 hours of sleep in the whole 24 hours. It was affecting his frame and health in certain ways. The eyes had receded into the hollows of their sockets, giving him the appearance of an Alien. He'd developed a strange sneeze accompanied by catarrh in the early hours of the morning, a discomfort he'd learned to understand and live with. But with the hardships came the rewards.       Mawufemor had been able to save a little more than GHS 22,000.00 through his many jobs at the market and its environs, as well as his strong sense of frugality—making sure that he didn't spend foolishly as other young men would.       He planned to stay in a guest house in Ho for a few days while he scouted the town for suitable lodging, and then go job searching as a mason, carp...

            Mawufemor raised his head to see the adorable Elorm Amenuveve standing at the cell railings.  "What do you want?" he stuttered.  "Didn't I tell you I always get what I want? And nobody can say no to me?" Elorm boasted.            Mawufemor remained silent.  "My deal is still valid now," she hissed.  "I want you," she whispered fairly solemnly.            Mawufemor just gave her a cynical look and crawled two steps back.  "Mom and Dad are dead set on filing charges. They want you imprisoned, my love. We can stop this."            Mawufemor kept his mouth shut. He was done with the conversation. He didn't have the energy to deal with the lovely devil's cunning. Feeling defeated and ignored, she threatened: "You'll perish in prison, you fool! Believe me, if I can't have you, no other woman will!" she yelled in a saf...

    Mawufemor, born Nicholas Mawufemor Kwabla Mensah in a little hamlet near Ho in 1988, was born into misfortune. A few days before Mawufemor's birth, his father, a wealthy businessman at the time, had died in prison, having been falsely accused. His mother, affectionately known as Daa Afua, was dispirited and broken, passing away a few minutes after the birth of her first child, Mawufemor.      Nordey Yawa, his maternal grandmother, assumed responsibility for the orphan's upkeep. Mawufemor's grandmother was found dead on the farm one afternoon when he was only two years old, having been hit by lightning. Following this new development, his auntie—the mother's younger sister—arrived to collect him and take him to live with her in Accra.      Mawufemor's first memories of his childhood included being molested by his auntie's husband when he was four years old. The 45-year-old male would use his long and massive reproductive rod to b...

  “Elorm! Elorm!! What is happening to you?" The voice resonated loudly.       By this time, both youngsters had recognized the voice of the mystery individual behind the door; it was the Reverend Amenuveve, and they realized they were in serious trouble. Nonetheless, Elorm instinctively raced to open the door. Her father dashed in, nearly collapsing owing to an apparent quick spike in his blood sugar level and blood pressure brought on by the sight before him.       In their haste, shock, and fear, both youths had forgotten to dress up. What Reverend Amenuveve witnessed may have easily led the elderly man to his grave.  “Whaaat!!! What is happening, Elorm?" His voice shook as he screamed.  Elorm, anticipating danger, chose to assume the role of the victim.       “Daaaddiiiii! Daaaaaaddiiii", she cried frantically. "He attempted to rape me, and I fought back!" She managed to say while clutching her father with he...

      Elorm sauntered seductively into the room and planted a kiss on the lip of the mummified young man.        “I am all yours”, she whispered romantically into his left ear. “You can have me!”        Mawufemor shuddered under the damsel's skilled caresses; his desire had suddenly increased tenfold. At that time, all he could think about was the delight of losing himself in the enthralling beauty of the exquisite creature before him. According to ancient civilisations, every man has two brains: one above (in the head) and one below (in his manhood), and they cannot both function at the same time. This was exactly the case with Mawufemor right now!        “Elorm! Elorm!!”Daddy called from the hallway!        Before she eventually responded to her father's summons, Elorm tiptoed into her chamber and wrapped a cover cloth around her alluring body.        “What to...

    Bathing was difficult for Mawufemor due to the bruises and sutures on his skin. Elorm, the daughter of the pastor and a final-year nursing student at the Ho Nursing Training School, attended to his wounds following his shower.      Elorm had the characteristics of an extrovert; she was a person with an outgoing personality. She was not as religious as would be anticipated of a clergy's ward, unlike her siblings. She enjoyed dressing in skimpy attire, much to the annoyance of her ageing parents. "It's unbecoming for a Christian woman to dress as you do...", her mother would often comment. "Don't dress like a harlot in my house," her pure choleric father would rather say. “If you do that again, I will disown you!" Elorm was accustomed to this empty threat, but she was always mindful of her attire while her father, the pastor, was present.    Nevertheless, regardless of her excesses, she was an attractive woman. She had eyes as brilliant as rare ...

     Mawufemor ran the whole two kilometres from the main market in Ho to the E.P. University College Examination Centre, where he was supposed to write an Organizational Behaviour paper. While entering the exam room, he was panting and sweating tremendously. He was also 40 minutes late, as usual. “I’m sorry; you cannot enter!” The invigilator said calmly. “B-b-but I am s-s-sti-still within the-the-the t-time!” Mawufemor stuttered! The invigilator smiled. As an offer of assistance, she suggested that he double-check his watch. Once again, Mawufemor ran back to the corridor where he'd left his phone and grabbed it. “Please! You are correct! I'm late! But please forgive me. Last night, I was robbed!" He stammered again as he tried to explain himself. "When you students want to tell lies, you start stammering...", the invigilator mocked before allowing Mawufemor to enter the exam hall.      Mawufemor ignored her and rushed to his seat, almost in tears by this ...