April 19, 2018 at 10:40 pm #1206469ViciyoungMember
A True Story by Miss Lincy Gyamfi,
Please sir, have mercy on us ok? Consider my current situation. I am very sick, my parents do not have enough money to take me to the hospital. They brought me here to find money to cure my ailment.
Sir, if you sack us from this land, I may die out of stress. I pleaded in tears.
The man turned to look at me with a surprised face.
How can a small boy like you talk with so much sense and touch? He asked.
Now talk to me, where are you from and why do you intend to settle on my land of all the lands in this town? He inquired.
Sir, my name is Zach Zany, and these are my parents and siblings. I am the youngest of my three siblings.
We come from the Northern part of the country.
Sir, we traveled all the way from our hometown to seek greener pastures to be able to cure my strange ailment but because my parents are old, we couldn’t leave them behind. There wouldn’t be any one to take care of them if we had come here without them. I narrated.
So tell me, what are all these rashes on your skin? The man inquired.
Sir, I don’t know where they came from. I’ve suffered from it for years now.
We’ve visited all the shrines in our village, but they didn’t see anything. I responded almost in tears.
That is quite strange and worrying. Sorry about your ailment but unfortunately, this land you are settling on right now is mine, and I want to build on it so I can’t allow you to stay here. He said.
I quickly went down on my knees.
Please sir, have mercy on us. I believe you have a son like me. Kindly be a father and treat me as such. I pleaded in tears.
It’s alright, just get up. You are even getting me sad. I give you three months to get well, I will come for the land afterwards. He responded and walked away.
As hardworking as my two elder brothers were, they went to a bush and got bamboos to mount a structure for us to get a roof over our heads.
They later began to work in the market as loading boys for the market women.
They brought their proceeds to the house for upkeep.
There was nothing left to be saved towards my condition.
My condition began to detororiate. I became weaker by day.
The only thing my aged parents could do was to weep over my painful and dying body.
Days ran faster than we thought, and our three months stay on the unknown man’s land was up.
A week after the three months, the man visited the land.
My siblings had gone to do their usual menial jobs.
I laid very weak and ill self on my sick mat, whiles my parents sat beside me in tears.
Good morning family. He greeted, as he entered the hut.
Good morning sir, I struggled to respond.
Your three months stay on this land is up and I am here to inform you to pack bag and baggage and leave here. He said in a bit of anger.
To be continued…
Written by Lincy Gyamfi
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