The Jail Bird

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    My @ladyg come seat with me o, cos my sweetheart @qeenvick she’s on maternity leave. I just don’t want to read this story alone fah! By the way, hope u recognize this story sha? Chris Bawa, Elaine, little Champ with matured mind, Ken Kadem…and many more

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    Episode 2

    Baaba has joined the main road towards Achimota, and
    she keeps casting furtive glances at Chris.
    Chris is reclining back in the seat, head back, eyes
    closed, hands lying limply on his thighs.
    Baaba looks at his long eyelashes, his thick brows, his
    sensuous lips, and once again she is struck by how
    absolutely handsome he is.
    She sighs and rummages in a CD pack in a compartment
    under the car’s player.
    She selects a compact disc and slots it into the car’s
    CD player.
    Very soon the smooth sounds of AZ Yet’s “Last Night”
    fills the interior of the car.
    He opens his eyes, turns his head and looks at her.
    (voice strained)
    Listen, Chris, I’m not really in a hurry. I can pass
    through Madina and drop you off if you wish.
    His eyes search her face, and his face remains
    When he speaks his voice holds a little tint of
    What’s going on, Baaba?
    She raises her eyebrows at him.
    With? I don’t understand your question, Chris.
    (looking intently at her)
    You’ve been good to me ever since you were transferred
    to the Grand Castle prison two years ago. You’ve
    always treated me with respect even when your colleagues
    were doing their best to break me. Surely you’ve heard
    the bad stories about me! So what’s this? Why are
    you so good to me?
    She bites her lower lip.
    She looks ahead for a while, her hands gripping the
    steering-wheel so tightly that her knuckles almost show
    When she looks at him briefly again he notices how
    fragile she is looking, and how beautiful she really is.
    For a moment her lips tremble, and then she gives him
    a sad little smile.
    You mean it? You want honesty.
    Honesty, yes, Baaba. What you have been doing for
    me, your immense help and encouragement these two
    years go beyond mere kindness. There’s something
    more, and I want you to tell me what it is.
    She hesitates for a moment, and then she nods almost
    You’re right, Chris. But I don’t think now is the time
    to talk about that. I’ll see you again after today,
    won’t I?
    He looks at her for a long time; there is no smile on
    his face.
    Do you want to?
    She looks at him again, and her expression is as frank
    as it is direct and honest.
    Yes, Chris. I want to see you again.
    Okay. Then you will.
    So I take you to Madina?
    Alright, Baaba. I would appreciate that very much,
    thank you.
    She smiles at him, and they listen to the music for a
    while. Suddenly she starts, and turns to him again.
    Oh, I almost forgot. Please, my handbag is in the
    back seat. Can you reach it?
    Chris turns and picks up the beautiful black handbag and
    proffers it to her.
    No, look inside the side pocket. There’s a phone in
    He unzips the side pocket and brings out a beautiful
    Samsung Note 4 phone.
    He again extends it towards her.
    She shakes her head without looking at him, and a little
    smile plays around the corners of her beautiful lips.
    You keep it, Chris. I wanted to give it to you on your
    birthday last year, but you know, prison rules. It is for
    you. Fixed a sim card in it for you too…. and oh, I
    stored my number on it too.
    Chris puts the bag on the back seat again.
    He presses power button on the side of the phone, and
    the surface of the phone lights up.
    The wallpaper is a picture of a smiling Baaba.
    He looks at her without a word and swipes the screen.
    The phone lock appears, and he turns to her.
    (looking suddenly demure)
    What? Oh, yes, the password is BBBB.
    For Baaba.
    She laughs then and shakes her head.
    You can change the wallpaper, you can change the
    password, Chris. That was just an initial setup
    requirement and I just used the settings on my own
    phone … and oh, yes, I’ve loaded some credits on
    They look at each other for a while, and then she
    smiles, and his eyes also soften as a sweet little smile
    plays around his lips.
    I love your dimples, Chris.
    He gives a little laugh then, and holds up the phone.
    Thank you, Baaba. I really appreciate it. This must
    have cost a fortune. Really appreciated.
    She smiles happily and reaches out suddenly and
    squeezes his hand.
    You’re welcome, Chris.
    He looks deeply at her.
    You know I’m married, right?
    She nods once and turns her attention to the road again.
    They are now at the Toll Gate.
    She takes out a one cedi note and pays the toll fee at
    the booth although the attendant recognizes her and tries
    not to take the money.
    Chris reaches into his top pocket and takes out a lovely
    wedding ring, and slips it unto his ring finger.
    As she drives along again she speaks softly, and her
    voice is a little bit frosted over, and shakes a little with
    hidden emotion.
    She looks once at the ring on his finger, and her jaw
    tightens perceptively as she continues to speak.
    (voice frosted)
    Yes, Chris, I know you’re married. I also know your
    wife filed for divorce almost as soon as you went to jail.
    I know that Mrs. Effe Bawa has not made any secret
    about her wish that you sign the divorce papers so that
    she can marry the man who was once your best friend,
    Mr. Steve Hollison, who invariably was also your best
    man at your wedding. I have always wondered whether
    your wife and your best friend were having an affair
    behind your back even when you two were married
    because frankly I find their behaviour absolutely
    disgusting. And oh, yes, I forgot to add that she never
    once visited you in prison these five years. That’s no
    news. You were a public figure, Chris, and everybody
    knows your story. And oh, did they tell you that she
    has been saying over and again that she took off her
    wedding ring the day you went to prison? She has
    written you off, Chris, baby! She’s now in an intimate
    relationship with your best friend and just waiting for you
    to sign the divorce papers for her so that she can marry
    him. They’re certainly making love every night, so
    don’t you think that ring on your finger is really
    He looks at her, and she sees the torture in the depths
    of his eyes, and the sudden pain that rips through his
    soul so that his handsome face becomes a tortured mask
    of pain.
    She realizes that she has just hurt him deeply, and
    she reaches out to take his hand but he draws his hand
    back sharply.
    I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
    He leans his head back and closes his eyes, and does
    not speak to her again until they reach Madina.
    He makes her stop once, and he enters a gift shop and
    returns shortly afterwards pushing a little gift-wrapped
    package into his pocket.
    When they get to his destination he begins to get out,
    and then he stops and turns to her.
    His eyes are still sad, and there is pain deep down in
    the depths of those beautiful eyes, and without meaning
    to she leans across suddenly and gently rubs his right
    I’m really sorry, really. I don’t know what came over
    me, Chris.
    He nods, but he does not try to smile.
    Thank you very much. For everything. Very much
    You’re always welcome, Chris.
    He gets out of the car and walks away. He does not
    look back.
    She looks after him for a moment and then she sighs
    (in a sad voice)
    Why do you affect me so, Chris Bawa?
    She engages gear and drives away.
    JAILBIRD continues tomorrow….
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    Episode 3

    The taxi stops in front of a very beautiful two-storey
    building inside a private residential area in Madina.
    Chris, sitting in the front passenger seat, sees that
    there are a lot of cars parked in front of the building.
    The building is enclosed with high walls, and has
    electrified wire lines on them.
    The walls have spaces in-between filled with marvellous
    grid metals.
    Through the spaces Chris sees that it has a beautiful
    spacious lawn and yard, and there are some cars in
    there too.
    The gates of the house are splendid gold and silver
    sliding metal, and next to the gates is a smaller gate
    and a security post.
    He sees two uniformed security men outside.
    There is music and laughter filtering from inside the
    Chris can see some adult guests and a lot of children
    moving around the yard, and he can hear excited voices
    coming from the pool area.
    The taxi driver looks at Chris and speaks.
    Taxi driver
    We’re here, boss. Twenty cedis, please.
    Chris nods absentmindedly.
    He reaches into his breast pocket and brings out a
    twenty-cedi note and pays the driver.
    He gets out of the car and remains standing as the taxi
    executes a U-turn and speeds away.
    After a moment Chris crosses the street and heads for
    the gates where the security men are standing.
    They regard him warily, and one of them moves to
    intercept him.
    Security 1
    Hold up, Sir! What do you want, please?
    Visiting. Can I go in?
    Not without an invitation card, Sir. The birthday party
    is strictly by invitation, please.
    I want to see the owner, Effe Bawa.
    (looking confused)
    She’s not a Bawa, Sir. This is Madam Effe Kedem’s
    house. You must be lost.
    The little gate opens just then, and a group of people
    come outside.
    One of the men is holding an expensive-looking camera.
    He is dressed in a white designer trousers and shirt
    There are two other men and three women with him.
    There is also a little boy of eight who is accompanied by
    some of his friends.
    The little boy is in black jeans and a very beautiful T-
    He is holding unto the finger of one of the women.
    She is a very beautiful woman indeed.
    She is built like an angel. She is fair, with classic
    curves and a skin so perfect it seems to radiate its own
    inner glow.
    She is in a beautifully-designed white dress, and she is
    laughing with happiness.
    She bends and kisses the little boy on the cheek, but
    the boy is no longer laughing.
    He is not even looking at his mother anymore.
    His eyes are gaping wide with a shock so profound that
    for a moment it appears as if he is carved from stone.
    The woman looks at her son, suddenly appalled by his
    stillness, and then her eyes follow her son’s gaze, and
    she also sees Chris for the first time.
    The boy steps past his mother and walks with trembling
    legs towards Chris.
    He stops and gazes up at the tall handsome man with
    eyes still bulging, still filled with disbelief.
    He and the man look exactly the same, and it is
    evident that they are blood-related, a father and a son.
    His father is Chris, and his mother is the amazingly
    beautiful woman, EFFE KEDEM.
    (voice unsteady, trembling)
    Chris looks down at his son whom he has not seen in
    five years.
    When he was taken to prison Junior was three.
    That the boy has recognized him, after all these years,
    after all this time, when he had just been still a baby
    and could barely speak, hits Chris so hard that for a
    moment he cannot speak.
    To hear the boy calling him ‘Daddy’ is more than his
    heart can take.
    He looks down at the boy, and his face is overcome
    with emotions so strong it threatens to tear his heart
    Slowly he gets down on one knee. When he speaks his
    voice is a whisper.
    (tightly, emotionally)
    You remember me, my Champ!
    Tears suddenly bursts through the boy’s eyes like
    exploding waterfalls.
    He is so overwhelmed that he begins to tremble
    uncontrollably, and then he steps forward and clamps his
    arms around the neck of his father.
    Chris embraces his son and buries his face in his neck,
    and his huge frame trembles with the power of his
    Still stunned, Effe walks forward slowly.
    The man with the camera steps beside her, his face also
    looking absolutely stunned.
    He is 35 years old, and his name is STEVE
    He puts his free arm across Effe’s shoulders as she
    steps forward.
    Chris? Is that you? CHRIS!!
    Chris slowly disengages his son’s arms and looks up at
    Slowly he stands up, his eyes never leaving her face.
    His eyes are extremely sad as he looks at Steve’s arm
    across his wife’s shoulders.
    Hello, Effe.
    (anger replacing her shock)
    What the hell are you doing here, Chris? Did you
    escape from prison? Is that it? You dared to escape
    from prison?
    (still crying)
    Mommy stop! Mommy stop it, please! It is really
    really really Daddy!
    Steve shakes his head and smiles, but there is still
    shock in the depths of his eyes.
    Jeez, Chris, man! You were sentenced to ten years,
    and you have done how many years, five? Don’t tell
    me you stupidly escaped prison because of Junior’s
    birthday, man!
    When Chris looks at Steve there is no disguising the
    absolute disgust and fury he feels towards the man.
    Steve, my best man at my wedding, now with my wife,
    wanting her as his wife. Well, that’s classic, isn’t
    There is so much pain, so much misery, so much
    suffering in his soft voice that for a moment there is
    absolute silence.
    It is Steve who gives a shaky little laugh and points a
    finger at Chris.
    C’mon, man. Don’t blame anybody for your woes. You
    had your chance with Effe, and you messed up her life.
    And from the look of things you have messed up real bad
    again, because here comes the police. Seems to me you
    did escape from prison! D--n it, man, how stupid can
    you be?
    Indeed a black police sedan with flashing lights and
    screaming siren has appeared down the street, and it is
    coming very fast towards them.
    Junior grips his father’s hand desperately.
    (voice agitated and anxious)
    Come, Daddy! I will hide you! Please don’t let them
    take you away again!
    Tears of anguish are falling down in torrents down the
    boy’s face again.
    Many more guests have appeared from the house, and
    they are all watching now.
    One of them is a tall, beautiful dark woman.
    She is 28 years old ELAINE BOATENG.
    She is Effe’s best friend, and had been her maid of
    honour at their wedding. She is a television programme
    She steps forward and looks at Chris with venom.
    Jesus Christ, Chris! You never learn, do you? You
    choose today of all days to break out of prison and mess
    up your son’s birthday? Now you’re going to leave the
    poor boy distraught and heartbroken. You’re such a pig,
    Chris, and I d--n detest you!
    Aunt Elaine! Don’t you insult my Daddy!
    Oh, Junior, I’m sorry, but-
    (acutely agitated)
    Shut up, shut up, shutupshutupshutup!!
    Tears come to Effe’s eyes.
    She rushes to her son and gathers him into her arms
    even as he struggles to free himself from her arms.
    (voice filled with pain)
    It’s okay, my precious, it’s okay! Take it easy!
    Please, don’t do this! Don’t stress yourself up,
    Her angry eyes drive through Chris’ heart like hot
    The police sedan comes to a halt and two burly policemen
    jump out with their guns drawn.
    They come towards Chris with very dark looks.
    Police officer 1
    Okay, Chris, raise those hands, gently. You’re coming
    with us.
    No, no, no! Please don’t take my Daddy away!
    Chris looks down at his son and smiles sadly.
    It’s okay, Champ. It’s okay.
    He turns and faces the policemen.
    You heard the sergeant, Chris! Put your hands up.
    We’re taking you in. Don’t let this get nasty!
    For what? I have done nothing wrong. It’s my son’s
    birthday, and I came to give him a gift!
    (with a smirk)
    Well, you see, that’s just the problem, dude. By
    being here, you’re breaking the law, and we enforce
    the law!
    What law? Any law says I can’t visit my son?
    (with a chuckle)
    Yes, pal. You can’t visit your son. Your ex-wife took
    a restraining order against you. You can’t come within
    two hundred metres of them, and from where we’re
    standing, seems to us you’re less than two hundred
    metres away!
    Chris turns stunned eyes to Effe.
    (heart breaking with pain)
    You took a restraining order against me? For what?
    I’ve never hit you, I’ve never put your life in any
    danger! Why? Why did you do a thing like that?
    Effe’s face is tortured now.
    Twice she tries to speak, and twice her voice fails her.
    She sees his pain, and sees his torture. She sees his
    shoulders drop, and she sees the fight go out of him like
    a deflated ball, and suddenly her anger evaporates, and
    she feels only a great sense of guilt.
    JAILBIRD continues

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    Episode 4

    Get them up, man. I’m losing my patience here.
    Chris looks at them with sad eyes.
    You got here pretty quickly. She called you, right?
    No, Effe didn’t, Chris! I called the police! You’re a
    lawbreaker, and jail breaker, and you’re going back to
    Let’s go, Chris. Now.
    Chris nods numbly.
    Yeah. I’ll go with you. But you don’t put no
    handcuffs on me, not in front of my boy.
    (with scorn)
    Unbelievable! Shouldn’t you have thought of that before
    breaking jail, Chris?
    You don’t make no demands here, buddy. Slap the
    cuffs on him, Joe!
    The second police man holsters his gun and takes out a
    pair of handcuffs.
    (voice deadly)
    One of us is going to die today if you bring that thing
    near me.
    His voice is so cold, so sinister, so absolutely
    venomous, that the two policemen exchange sudden looks
    of unease, and a sudden silence reigns again.
    The policeman gives a shaky laugh, clips the handcuffs
    back to his belt, and brandishes his gun again.
    Come on then, pal. We don’t have the whole day.
    Chris walks away towards the police sedan.
    Junior breaks free from his mother’s arms and rushes
    towards his father.
    He clamps his arms around his father’s legs, and Chris
    quickly falls to his knees and grabs his son by the
    (voice absolutely broken)
    Let me go with you, Daddy, to prison!
    And that is what finally breaks Chris.
    His son’s words cut into him so deeply, and in that
    moment it breaks his spirit like no betrayal has ever
    been able to.
    He looks at his son, and then tears slowly form in his
    eyes as pain suffuse him.
    I’m not going to prison again, Champ! I promise you
    He reaches into his pocket and brings out a small gift-
    wrapped box and extends it.
    One of the policemen steps forward with his gun, but
    the other one motions him to stay away.
    Junior takes the box and, still crying, rips off the
    Inside the box is a beautiful Ben 10 watch which Chris
    had purchased from the gift shop earlier.
    Junior does not need to speak.
    He pulls the golden watch, given to him by Steve, off
    his wrist without a word and drops it, and then he
    extends his arm towards his father.
    Chris puts the Ben 10 watch on his son’s wrist, fixes
    the locket, and then he stands up.
    Quickly he walks towards the police sedan.
    (weeping heartbreakingly)
    Daddy! Please don’t go! Daddy, please!
    Chris is blinded by tears, and so he does not look
    He enters the sedan, and the policemen enter too.
    The car moves away, lights flashing, sirens wailing.
    Junior turns and runs inside the house, and his mother
    follows him.
    Steve looks at the golden watch he had given Junior as a
    birthday gift and now lying broken on the street.
    His jaw tightens with fury.
    Stupid ungrateful little brat!
    Effe runs after her son.
    Some of the people who have come for the birthday party
    quickly step out of her way. She races into the living-
    room which is filled with her guests, and sees Junior
    rushing up the stairs.
    A distinguished-looking man in his late sixties with
    iron-grey hair comes towards her.
    Beside him is a beautiful middle-aged woman. They are
    KEN KEDEM and IVY KEDEM, Effe’s parents.
    Effe! What’s wrong with Junior? He looks agitated.
    Effe pauses briefly, and it is clear that she is also very
    much affected.
    It’s Chris, Dad. He came around.
    What? Chris? Chris Bawa?
    Yes, Mom. He w-was- out-outside just now.
    (shaking his head with incomprehension)
    What? But he’s supposed to be in prison. Where’s he
    now? Still outside?
    No, Dad. The police came for him. They took him
    (clasping horrified hands to her cheeks)
    Goodness me! Did he escape from prison?
    I don’t know, Mama! My guess is that he did. Excuse
    me, Junior saw him. I’ve to attend to him. I’ll be
    with you soon.
    Effe rushes up the stairs after her son.
    Ken and Ivy exchange horrified looks.
    Ken is a retired Supreme Court Judge. He takes out his
    phone, opens to the Contacts section, searches for a
    name, selects it, and dials.
    He puts it to his ear and waits.
    Hello, Fii. How’re you, my brother? Happy New Year
    to you. It’s been a while.
    He laughs as he listens to the other man, and then he
    puts a hand to his brow.
    Yes, yes, they’re all fine, thank you. Listen, Fii. I
    just heard Chris Bawa came around my daughter’s
    house, but he was taken by the police. Has he escaped
    from prison? Are you in a position to tell me?
    He listens for a while, nodding his head once, and then
    he thanks the man at the other end and cuts the call.
    People are looking anxiously at him.
    Well? What did he say? Did Chris break jail?
    (shaking his head)
    No, no. Seems he benefited from the President’s
    Christmas pardons. They said he’s been on very good
    behaviour these five years, so he was also pardoned.
    He’s a free man.
    Oh, no! No, no, no! This can’t be! Not when my
    daughter is so close to finding happiness again! My
    God, why didn’t that boy just die in prison!
    Hush, Ivy! What’s wrong with you? You’re a
    Christian, remember? Don’t wish ill for a fellow
    human! Effe is a big girl, you know. She can handle
    her affairs pretty well by herself.
    Meanwhile Effe enters her son’s room.
    He is lying on his bed, still clothed and wearing his
    He is curled into the foetal position, and as she stands
    in the doorway she can see his body heaving with the
    depths of his tears.
    On the walls are framed pictures of him and his father,
    ranging from when he was a new born baby to his third
    In all the pictures Chris is holding his son and smiling
    that incredible smile of his, the one that dimples his
    cheeks and used to fill her heart with such tremendous
    She had tried to take down the pictures several times,
    but Junior always threw tantrums, and so she had finally
    acquiesced and allowed him to keep them.
    She sits on the bed beside him and although he resists
    at first, she draws him into her arms and holds him
    My Prince, I know you’re very upset, but you have to
    be brave for me, okay? Remember our motto for this
    year? Perseverance, Junior. We never give up. It’s
    okay now.
    (holding her tightly)
    I m-miss my D-Daddy! D-don’t send him to p-
    (tears in her eyes)
    Hush, my Prince! I didn’t send him to prison! You’ll
    see him again, I promise!
    He leans back and looks at her, and she is agonised to
    see his pain-filled, tear-drenched face.
    You promise, Mommy? You promise that this time
    you’ll let me visit Daddy in prison?
    Effe’s face is tortured.
    Her eyes are haunted. She does not know what to say,
    but just then the door opens and Ken Kedem comes in,
    and he looks at them.
    I called the Chaplain at Grand Castle Prison, my dear.
    Chris didn’t escape from prison. He was set free.
    Mother and son turn and stare at him.
    Junior bounces off the bed and races to his grandfather.
    Really, Grandpop? Daddy is really really really free?
    They’re not taking him to prison again?
    Ken tussles the boy’s hair and smiles at him gently.
    No, Junior. He’s free.
    The boy gives a screech of happiness and races out of the
    Effe stands up and faces her father. He sees the pain
    and torture on her face.
    Is it true?
    Yes, my love. Full presidential pardon for good
    Effe’s lips begin to tremble. Her whole frame trembles.
    She reaches out with a trembling hand and holds the
    bedpost, and shakily she sinks down on the bed again.
    (voice unsteady)
    He’s changed, Dad. Physically. They did something to
    him. All that fat is gone, and he looks muscular now,
    meaner, and his eyes, Dad! I can’t forget that look in
    his eyes when the cops told him I took a restraining
    order against him.
    You did? When? Why?
    (now crying)
    When he was taken away, Dad! Five years ago! I’ve
    forgotten all about it until I heard them saying it today!
    I was hurt, and I was angry, and I was bitter for what
    he did! At that time I positively hated him! I hate him
    even now, Dad, but I’m sorry he found out I took a
    restraining order against him. It killed him, Dad.
    Ken walks forward and sits on the bed beside her.
    JAILBIRD continues

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