…The night was long gone.Kafui had not returned from the office that Wednesday night,despite having placed a phone call to his mom that he was home-bound.It was not a night like christmas eve or 31st night – when you
could make a case for his lateness,with the heavy vehicular and human congestion in the Ghanaian Capital– Accra.
Gabon had just lost to a tactically drilled and disciplined Congolese side,coached by former BlackStars headman,Claude Leroy,0-1 in the 2015 Africa Cup of Nations second round group fixture.The congolese were
everything the Gabonese were not;swift in their transitions,defensively solid,and more.
Komla,Kafui’s half brother,was devastated the Gabonese had lost their second game;a game many pundits and neutrals alike,tipped Les Pantheres as
favourites,especially having beaten 2013 finalist,Burkina Faso in their opening group fixture.He was a casual soccer bettor,who spends the better half of his day studying the major leagues in Europe and their corresponding fixtures,in order to stake his bets.Only twice has he succeeded in winning such stakes.
As he sat in the couch still livid over his lost bet at half past midnight,his phone rang.Griiiing Griiiiiiing!!!
Kafui had just returned from his night “escapade” and was desperately placing a call to Komla,to open up the gate.Fully aware it was Kafui,his half brother on the phone,Komla left the phone to ring incessantly,and subsequently put it out.
Off! He turned it.
A lesson was in order,Komla said to himself.It was a way of punishing his half brother,whom the day before had deprived him of his share of the evening’s
cake piece,after supper.
Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!!!!!!!
Kafui continued pelting the brown wooden gate with his fists,in order to attract a response,to no success.The loud gate-banging woke their sleeping mother up quite abruptly!Terrified by it,she frightenly tapped her husband.
“…Wake Up Wake Up darling.The robbers are here.They are destroying the gate.What should we do,she said in the frailest of voices – with fright written all about it.
She fell on her knees in prayer!
“God take control over our dire situation…Protect my family from the attack of these robbers.”
Her husband almost reached for his cell phone,to place a distress call to the police service,but found out it was plugged in the living room,charging.Braving the momentary storm in the bedroom,Mr.Elorm calmed his wife,and made for the living room,where he could grab the phone.You could tell he was slightly terrified,but had to wear a manly posture in an attempt to save the situation.
He tip-toed towards the living room,probably trying not to create any noise.The two-piece,orange,hand-woven curtain served as a shield –he hid behind it and peeped through into the hall.
Komla had put out the lights,before laying in the sofa adjacent the television cage.His image in the dark,as he lay in the sofa,got Mr.Elormscared.Just when he was about reaching for the cell phone,Komla sprang off the sofa and like a ploy to frighten his dad – whom he had seen tip-toe into the hall,he screamed, “Hey! Hey! Hey!..”
Before Komla could turn on the lights,his dad was flat on the floor,face-down,and sweating.Hahaahaaa…Komla thought to himself,I have won the prank
competition,Up dad!Why tip-toe in your own house?
Rather than responding,his father asked him to talk undertone.Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“…The robbers at the gate,they want to break in.what should we do,call the cops..? ”Komla looked confused!His countenance immediatelychanged…
“ …Dad,which robbers?How did you see them?I saw Kafui’s call.He should be the one banging the gate so hard.I deliberately refused to go open up!...”He is a mean elder kid…,he added.
The intensity of the bang waned by the minute,Mr. Elorm was not all convinced.He needed to confirm whether or not it was a robbery attack.
He left Komla in the living room,albeit with a sterncaution..”lock up the dorr after I step out,son!,” he commanded.
Like a snail,Mr.Elorm crept slowly through the kitchen door,at the posterior end of the building,and then like a snake,glid past the wall,side-by-side until he could fully see anything happening at the well-lit gate.He was certainly not empty-handed,he held in his left hand,a club with the intention to clobber the robbers from their blindspots.Kafui stopped banging and was contemplating scaling the wall.
Before he could say jack,the vase which hang on the gate pole,came crushing to the floor.It was a deliberate attempt to scsscare the “supposed” intruder-robber away from the gate.Kafui peeped through the thin cracks of the wall,and saw a figure looking like his father.
He screamed, “Dad! It’s me!
Haaaahhhhhhh!His dad,heaving a huge sigh of relief opened up the gate,whichwas partly damaged following the heavy smack.It was a big FRIGHT!
Komla stood by and giggled,as his poor half brother walked in dejected and drained.It was half past two a.m!
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