Money, Fame and Love V

The story so far : Yaw Mensah is a ruthless and wealthy business man who has done more than a few crazy things in the past. He is also a member of the People’s Democratic Alliance. His darling daughter Angie falls in love with Derek Orleans a young lawyer. Derek is the son of Judge Orleans, who died a few years ago under mysterious circumstances.

Eight bodies sat hunched around a table. All eyes were glued on one man who moderated the meeting; Mr. Yaw Mensah. It was a meeting of those who called the shots in the People’s Democratic Alliance. Yaw was but a financier of the party. But then he single-handedly funded about half of the party’s undertakings and that was no mean position. After all wasn’t it the case, that the ‘super powers’ of the world that lent money and aid to developing countries want to have more say in the country’s affairs than the governments to whom the monies were lent? Yaw’s wealth coupled with his fluency in languages had given him such prominence in the party that he was without doubt as influential as the president.

`We are all aware of Mr. Aaron Sackitey’s decision to disengage himself from this party’ he said in a clipped voice.  He has even enumerated his intentions for leaving.’ At that he waved a paper in the air, which supposedly had Mr. Sackitey’s reasons for wanting to leave the party. ‘But I must say that Mr. Sackitey is too wise for his own good.’ He said. A murmur of agreement swept through the gathering. Yaw cleared his throat and continued speaking. ‘After Mr. Sackitey has stuck with us through six years of military rule and almost four years of civilian governance, he has now realized that we are a pack of thieves that need to be exposed’. He waited for the room to be dead silent and then chose his words deliberately. `Unfortunately, Sackitey won’t live to tell the tale’. He made his gaze sweep through the gathering looking at everyone momentarily but long enough to chill their spines, his eyes glistening like the sharp edge of a brand-new butcher’s knife caught in the sun’s rays.

`This meeting is dismissed.’

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The headline for the 7:00pm news took many by surprise. The attractive looking broadcaster read in impeccable English: ‘The dead body of Mr. Sackitey, former presidential advisor, was found slumped across his living room a pistol in one of his hands. Although this looks like a case of attempted suicide, a post-mortem is being conducted to lay to rest the burning curiosity in the hearts of most citizens’. The screen changed and it was filled with a graphic picture of the victim lying in a pool of blood, one of his hands clutching at a pistol.

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Kwamena shook his head disbelievingly. He was shocked but why should he? He asked himself. The People’s Democratic Alliance was capable of every conceivable inhumane act. At least he wasn’t garroted like in the case of Judge Orleans. Although that murder case was no longer being pursued, it still gave him goose pimples when he thought about it.

Suddenly he had a crazy idea. He got out of his living room and into his car, which had been parked outside. He drove speedily to Yaw’s house.

Yaw was reclining in his garden when Kwamena arrived. He was so surprised at the sight of his angry looking half-brother that he almost fell off his chair. Without being invited to sit, Kwamena pulled out the only chair in sight and positioned it such that when he sat, he and Yaw looked at each other eyeball to eyeball. I don’t care if you are the richest man alive Mr. Yaw Mensah’, Kwamena began without preamble. But I want you to know that you can’t make mincemeat out of all your enemies. It is a cowardly way of going about things.’

Yaw stared at him for a full five minutes and then burst out laughing. He laughed so hard and so long that tears coursed down his cheeks. This only irritated Kwamena.

‘I swear to you Yaw, you would surely pay for all of this’ Kwamena said, wagging his finger in Yaw’s face.

‘You have no right to come to my house and reprimand me as though I were your two – year old son’ Yaw replied hotly, his anger fully aroused. ‘Go out before I call the police.’

`Go ahead and call them if you have the moral right to do so. But oh how your morals have degenerated. Of course you are capable of every evil ever conceived and those yet to be imagined.’ And with that he stood up, got into his car and sped off to his house.

Do you think the plot behind the death of Aaron Sackitey would be uncovered? Make a date with the creative corner next week Saturday to find out how the story unfolds.

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