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
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
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.
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,
He looks at her for a long time; there is no smile on
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,
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.
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
She looks once at the ring on his finger, and her jaw
tightens perceptively as she continues to speak.
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
She realizes that she has just hurt him deeply, and
she reaches out to take his hand but he draws his hand
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
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
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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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
Through the spaces Chris sees that it has a beautiful
spacious lawn and yard, and there are some cars in
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.
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
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.
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
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
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.
He is CHRIS BAWA, JUNIOR.
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
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.
You remember me, my Champ!
Tears suddenly bursts through the boy’s eyes like
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
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.
(anger replacing her shock)
What the hell are you doing here, Chris? Did you
escape from prison? Is that it? You dared to escape
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
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
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! Damn it, man, how stupid can
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 damn detest you!
Aunt Elaine! Don’t you insult my Daddy!
Oh, Junior, I’m sorry, but-
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
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.
POLICE OFFICER 2
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!
POLICE OFFICER 2
(with a smirk)
Well, you see, that’s just the problem, dude. By
being here, you’re breaking the law, and we enforce
What law? Any law says I can’t visit my son?
POLICE OFFICER 1
(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
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.
POLICE OFFICER 1
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
POLICE OFFICER 2
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.
Unbelievable! Shouldn’t you have thought of that before
breaking jail, Chris?
POLICE OFFICER 1
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.
One of us is going to die today if you bring that thing
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.
POLICE OFFICER 2
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.
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
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
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
(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.
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?
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.