81


® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

HOLLISON RESIDENCE
The blinds are drawn.
There are no lights on the outside of the incredibly luxurious house.
It is pitch black, and there is no indication that there are people in the house.
However, deep within the confines of the beautiful house, inside an air-conditioned room, four men are in an uneasy conference.
It is evident that they are very agitated and on edge.
Two of them are even sweating, although the room is chilled with the silent air-conditioner.
There is a single shaded light on a desk in the corner.
Sergeant McBaiden is lying on a deep sofa with an arm thrown across his face.
Jonathan Afful is sitting at the desk, busily transferring funds from various accounts to a particular off-shore account on his laptop.
Cuger, acutely agitated, is standing at the window making a call.
Steve Hollison is packing cocaine in huge transparent rubber packets into a briefcase.
Steve and Afful are dressed in suits, whilst Cuger and McBaiden are in police uniforms.
Cuger cuts the call and turns to look at them.
There is a look of sheer malice and disgust on his face.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Alright, the arrangements have been made. King Shapiro just told me a driver called Joe Gharbin will come for us. He'll take us to a safe house in Togo, and tomorrow a private jet will take us to South Africa. Two days from today we'll be in Australia.
For the first time in about two days McBaiden smiles with relief.
AFFUL
Now that is what I call good news.
STEVE
(anxiously)
And when is this Gharbin guy rolling in? Every second wasted is precious, you know. Warrants for our arrests could be issued any time.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
(disdainfully)
Yeah, you're right. But all that could've been f***ing avoided if you a***oles had stopped f***ing Chinese asses and concentrated on that damn Elaine shit!
AFFUL
(angrily)
Hey, watch your damn mouth! It's my wife you're talking about!
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
And it's your f***ing wife who put us in this shit in the first place, which wouldn't have happened if you had kept a damn leash on her!
SERGEANT MCBAIDEN
(placatingly)
Come on, guys! You all knew the shit was bound to hit the fan the moment that Bawa a***ole left prison early. The milk is already spilt. Let's just get out of here whilst we still have the time!
Cuger sighs deeply and strains for calm.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Right. The car will be here in thirty minutes. You guys get your shit together!
They get up, and begin to gather personal effects.
Afful shuts down his computer, packs it into its bag and then picks his phone.
He dials Elaine's number and is waiting for the phone to ring when suddenly Cuger descends on him.
Cuger knocks the phone out of Afful's hand and steps on it with his heavy boot, cracking the screen.
Afful shouts and pushes Cuger back furiously.
AFFUL
(wrathfully)
What the f*** is the matter with you? That's a f***ing Supreme Goldstriker f***ing iPhone 3G you f***ing f***ing stupid f***!!
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
(shouting)
Shut the f*** up, man! The cops would've put a trace on your bloody phone by now! They’re probably in your house now as we speak, waiting for you to call your wife! Is seventy years in prison better than your f***ing Goldf*** of a phone?
AFFUL
You stupid f***!
He bends and picks up the phone.
They are all on edge as they wait, and forty minutes later Cuger's phone rings.
He picks the call.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
(carefully)
Hello?
JOE GHARBIN
(softly)
I'm Joe Gharbin. The King sent me. You have exactly five minutes, and then I'm gone.
The phone goes dead.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
The carrier is here. Let's get the f*** outta here!
Quickly they leave Steve's house.
When they get outside there is a sleek black S-Class Mercedes parked in front of the house, and a huge, tall man in an all-black attire leaning against it.
Steve locks the mechanical gates of the house, and they move towards the man.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Let's get the hell out of here, man!
The man moves from the car, and Cuger notices suddenly that there is a gun in his hand.
He cries out a warning and goes for his gun, but suddenly giant lights come on in the darkness, blinding them, and immediately a lot of huge, heavily-armed policemen in operation fatigues materialize out of the darkness.
Their assault rifles are aimed on the four men.
The tall man leaning against the car steps forward, and his face is grim as he looks at them.
JOE GHARBIN
You're surrounded by a combined team of the army and police, you a***oles.
Anyone so much as sneezes and we'll blast you all to hell!
McBaiden whimpers and almost collapses with fear.
The briefcase drops from Steve's nerveless hands because he is trembling so hard and can barely stand straight.
Afful, frightened by the huge armed men, drops to his knees and raises his hands.
Only Cuger remains solid, his eyes darting everywhere as he assesses the risks.
JOE GHARBIN
Don't even try it, Cuger! Believe me, I'll kill you where you stand if you give me the tiniest of reasons.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
I'm a policeman, you-
Joe Gharbin cuts in contemptuously.
JOE GHARBIN
Oh, spare me that drivel! I'm Chief Inspector Joe Gharbin. For your information we received recorded tapes from a man called Darlett Thompson. Name sounds familiar to you?
The four men wince with dread, and Joe Gharbin nods his head.
JOE GHARBIN
I see you knew Darlett. Based on the information on his tapes, we were able to arrest the lord, King Shapiro. He set up this operation from our cells. We know all your operations. You're being arrested on charges as long as the Nile River, a***oles. From drug trafficking, the murder of Darlett Thompson, the framing of Mr. Chris Bawa, his torture in prison, you name it. Mr. Jonathan Afful, you're also being arrested for drug trafficking, drunk driving leading to personal harm to a human, murder of Darlett Thompson, and the list goes on. Mr. Steve Hollison, for being part of the biggest drug cartel in Africa, you're also being arrested. You guys are going to prison for a f***ing long time! Cuff them, guys!
The policemen move forward.
One of them opens Steve's briefcase and displays the huge quantities of cocaine.
Joe Gharbin steps forward suddenly and delivers a savage blow to Cuger's midsection.
It makes Cuger cough and gag, and he falls to his knees and vomits instantly.
JOE GHARBIN
You disgust me! You're a disgrace to that uniform, motherf***er! Get them out of my sight!

JAILBIRD is completed here: www.youngicee.com/category/the-jailbird

READ MORE COOL AND INTERESTING STORY HERE

www.emperorblog.com.ng

Wow wow, nice wan. Like DAT.



Tanks a lot 4d update. Jah bless

Oya ooo

® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman
EDEN HOSPITAL, MALE WARD 5
The beautiful female nurse takes the thermometer from Chris' mouth, reads the temperature, and picks up a daily card to record it.
She puts the blue card down, turns, and sees that Chris' eyes are open, and he is staring at her.
She gives a startled yelp, and takes a step back. She looks at him and then cranes her head forward.
NURSE
(tentatively)
Hi?
CHRIS
(softly)
Hello.
His voice is gruff and sleepy.
The nurse does a double take again, turns and runs from the ward.
A few minutes later the door opens again and Rupert comes in, his face very concerned.
He looks down at Chris, and suddenly a broad smile splits his face.
RUPERT
(gently)
Can you hear me, Chris?
Chris nods.
CHRIS
Yep, can hear you perfectly, Doc. Where's Junior?
Rupert goes very still, and his eyes narrows as he looks at Chris.
RUPERT
Junior? Your son? You remember me? You remember Junior?
CHRIS
Yep. Of course I remember you, and I remember you love Eyram, and I remember Effe and I remember everything, okay? Now where is Junior? He was here last night.
Rupert slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. He lifts the blue card and slowly flips through the clipped white sheets on it.
RUPERT
(scowling)
Well, Chris, yes, Junior was here, but this morning we took him to another Ward. You've been in a coma for close to three months, Chris.
CHRIS
(weakly)
That long? And is Junior also on admission? What’s wrong with him?
Rupert looks at him critically.
RUPERT
Do you remember what happened?
CHRIS
(exasperated)
Of course. The courtroom, the miracle Junior and Effe pulled to save me, Baaba trying to kill Effe and me helping Effe. I even remember the shock of the bullet ripping through me. Yes, I do remember.
Rupert smiles broadly again.
RUPERT
Whew. That's lovely. The bullet went through your skull and we were scared you might lose your memory so we induced you into a coma for your brain to relax and heal. I still need to carry out a few standard checks, if you don't mind. And then I'll be sure you're okay. Can we begin?
CHRIS
(smilng weakly)
Of course, of course! I just wanna get out of here. You didn’t answer me about Junior. Why is he on admission?
When Rupert stands up and turns his back, his face looks very worried indeed.
RUPERT
(gently)
Junior has a mild malarial attack, Chris. I have to check you out thoroughly then you can go and see Junior, okay?
Chris nods, but there is a great turmoil going on inside him.
EFFE'S RESIDENCE
It is late afternoon.
Effe's phone rings.
She is lying on the bed, and her face is puffy from lack of sleep, fatigue, hunger and weeping.
She stares at the phone with no interest, but when she sees that it is Rupert she quickly picks it up and answers the call.
EFFE
Hello, Rupe.
RUPERT
(slowly)
Chris is up, Effe. He came out of the coma this morning, but I needed to do a few tests before telling you. He's okay now. He can go home.
Effe begins to tremble, and then she begins to weep all over again.
EFFE
(passionately)
Oh, Lord! Thank you, God. Thanks, Rupe. I'll come over immediately.
RUPERT
(gently)
There's something else, Effe.
Her heart misses a beat, and sudden fear grips her.
EFFE
(fearfully)
Don't scare me, Rupe. What is it?
RUPERT
He’s quiet agitated about Junior. Evidently he didn’t see Junior getting shot. I simply told him Junior was admitted for malaria. Wanted you to tell him.
Effe goes rigid, and for several moments she cannot speak.
Tears of grief suddenly choke her throat.
EFFE
Oh, my God!
RUPERT
Yes, my dear. I suggest you call your parents.
EFFE
They're already here with me, Rupe.
RUPERT
Alright. Great. Call his family too. I'll inform Eyram. I think he's going to need the strength of your love. I'll see you then, Effe.
EFFE
Thank you very much, Rupe.
She cuts the call, and she curls up in the bed as agonized tears and sorrow grip her again.
A few minutes later her door opens and her parents come inside.
Her mother is holding a tray of food. It is sweet banku and okra stew and goat meat.
Her father is holding a bottle of iced water.
IVY KEDEM
Get up, Ef, my darling. You have to eat something. Starving yourself is not going to solve anything.
Effe bolts upwards and flies into her father's arms as her tears fall.
EFFE
Chris is out of the coma, Dad.
Her parents whoop with joy and her mother almost upturns the tray.
She sets it down gently and clamps her hands together with joy.
KEN KEDEM
(elated)
Oh, thank you Jesus!
EFFE
You're right, Mama. I must eat something. Please call the Reverend Bawa for me, would you?
IVY KEDEM
Of course I will. We need to go over now!
EYRAM'S RESIDENCE
Eyram's phone rings several times.
She is on the porch drinking a cold orange juice.
It is Rupert, and she refuses to pick the call.
She does not feel like speaking to him.
She keeps staring at the Boys' Quarters.
It has been empty for three months now.
Chris is still in the coma, and she misses him very much today, and it is making her sad.
Her WhatsApp message tone beeps, and the sound is the special one she has for Rupert.
She picks her phone and opens the message.
CHRIS IS AWAKE. JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW.BYE
Her heart leaps.
She calls him immediately.
He answers.
RUPERT
(coldly)
Yeah.
EYRAM
(contrite)
I'm sorry, Rupe.
RUPERT
(coldly)
No, you're not. Of course you hear Chris is up, so suddenly you wanna speak to me.You ignored my calls.
EYRAM
Rupe, please, don't be like that. I said I'm sorry. Thanks, I'm coming over.
RUPERT
Alright. I told Effe.
Eyram freezes, and she is instantly angry.
EYRAM
Jeez! Why, Rupe? You were supposed to inform me first. We’re doctors, and it’s our case! I need to check him out first.
RUPERT
(angrily, hurt)
Oh, come off it, Eyram! Stop deluding yourself! What case? I’ve taken him through all the phases, so don’t fret over that. You just can't get over your stupid infatuation with your own brother-in-law! Well, he's Effe's husband, and she deserved to know first. Goodbye.
He cuts the call.
Eyram seethes with a fury she cannot control.
The scathing and horrible explosion of jealousy in her heart both scares and exhilarates her.
She shakes herself out of it, goes inside and changes quickly.
It will take longer for Effe to get to the hospital.
That means Eyram can see Chris first, and have a talk with him first.
She flies into her car, and speeds the short distance from her bungalow to the hospital.
EDEN HOSPITAL, MALE WARD 5
Eyram enters the ward.
She sees Rupert sitting on the bed and writing a prescription for one of the nurses.
He looks up and sees her, and there is no welcoming smile on his face.
He sees that for the very first in months she is wearing a dress, one of his favourites.
It is a sky-blue short dress that accentuates her figure.
She has put on make-up too, and left her hair short, and she is looking so radiant that it sends shafts of pain through Rupert's heart as his jealousy hit red-hot zones.
She looks around furtively, and then she comes into the room fully.
The nurse takes the prescription from Rupert and leaves quickly.
Eyram comes and sits beside him.
EYRAM
Rupe. I'm here now. Where's Chris?
Rupert runs a hand down his face and tries to keep the pain from his face as he speaks.
RUPERT
He's in the bathroom. He's taking a bath and dressing up.
She looks disappointed instantly, and tries to smile bravely.
EYRAM
Oh, I see.
He cannot keep up with the charade any longer.
He turns to her and takes her hands in his, and he speaks earnestly.
RUPERT
(passionately)
My goodness, Eyram. You're hurting me for real. When are you going to put me out of my misery? I've loved you for a long time, in a way I'll never love any girl ever again. I just want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. When are you going to stop this silly obsession with your sister's husband and give me the chance to love you?
She looks at him, and there is genuine regret on her face, and fear, and a hopelessness that tears his heart apart.
EYRAM
(sadly)
Oh, Rupe! You're absolutely correct! I know I'm being such a stupid little girl, and that if I lose you I'm going to spend the rest of my life regretting it! But my heart says another thing, and refuses to listen to my mind. I'm so confused, Rupert.
RUPERT
(exasperated)
Your heart? You love him with your heart and love me with your mind? Really, Eyram! That's painful. Well, just want you to know that I've decided to go back to South Africa next month. I'll be gone for good.
She looks at him with sudden fear, and she grips his hands tightly.
EYRAM
No, Rupe! Please don't do that, I beg of you! Just give me a little bit more time to get this confusion out of my system, please.
He gets to his feet and looks at her sadly.
He speaks gently.
RUPERT
I've taken my decision, Eyram. I leave in a month. You do whatever you have to do.
He looks up suddenly as the door opens, and people begin to troop in.
Effe is looking ravishing in a black dress, and her hair is short too.
With her are her parents, and then there are the four Bawa family members.
As they troop into the room and greet Rupert and Eyram, the bathroom door opens slowly and Chris enters the room.
JAILBIRD continues tomorrow….

Read more here - www.youngicee.com/category/the-JAILBIRD

EPS 83


® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

He stops dead and looks at all of them.
There is no smile of welcome on his face.
He looks absolutely handsome despite his long time in a coma, just a little pale around his face.
He has shaved off his beard and nicely combed his hair.
He is wearing black trousers and a loose-fitting white shirt.
He walks slowly up to Effe and stands looking down at her for a moment.
Tears shimmer in her eyes as she reaches out and puts a trembling hand on his chest.
EFFE
(whispering)
Chros-Love!
CHRIS
(softly)
Where's Junior?
She looks down quickly and half-turns to look at Eyram.
Chris grabs her shoulders and turn her back around.
He is looking desperate now.
CHRIS
I asked you a simple question, Effe. Where is my son?
He sees tears falling down her face now, and he lets her go with a sudden jerk.
He shakes his head numbly and takes a step back. There is a shattered look on his face.
CHRIS
Effe, please. Are you keeping my son from me again?
Effe reaches out and places her other hand on his chest.
She takes a deep breath, and then she speaks softly.
EFFE
(chokingly)
Chris-Love. Listen to me. One of the bullets ricocheted. and hit Junior too. He has also been on admission here, also in a coma, Chris-Love.
Chris knocks her hands away from his chest.
His eyes are beginning to grow wild.
CHRIS
(harshly)
Where the hell is my son, Effe?
Effe puts her right hand to her lips, and her eyes suddenly brim with tears.
EFFE
(heart-breaking)
Oh, Chris-Love...
CHRIS
(screaming)
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE MY SON IS?
Rupert stands in front of him and places his hands on Chris' shoulders.
RUPERT
(urgently, gently)
Chris, Junior has been in a coma and on life support for three months. He was not expected to last beyond four weeks because keeping him this way is expensive, but Effe has been paying. She wanted you to wake up before any decision is made. Chris, this is hard, but Junior has no brain activity. Most coma patients do not come back after four weeks, but Junior has been on for twelve weeks. It’s time to set him free, Chris. We must take him off the life support. Junior, I’m afraid, is medically dead.
It is instinctive.
It is uncontrollable.
There was nothing Chris can do about it...
His fist sinks into Rupert's stomach with such force that undigested bread and eggs spew out of Rupert's mouth in a thick vomit.
Rupert falls to the ground in deep pain as Chris moves backwards dazedly, shaking his head as the pain grips his intestines, twisting cruelly.
CHRIS
(gruffly)
No, no, no, no, no! Junior isn't dead! Don't say it! Lord, no! Where's he? WHERE IS JUNIOR? WHERE IS JUNIOR? I don’t care how long it takes, Doctor! I don’t care how much it costs! You’re not taking my son off the machine.... do you hear? DO YOU HEAR ME Dom spiro spero, once we breath, we hope! JUNIOR WILL MAKE IT! HE WILL COME BACK! I CAME BACK!
RUPERT
(painfully)
Yours was medically induced coma to allow your brain to heal totally, otherwise you would have died or lost all your memory!
Effe is weeping. She walks towards Chris.
EFFE
(painfully)
Sorry, Chris-Love. Chris-Love. Please-
CHRIS
(screaming)
KEEP YOUR GODAMN MOUTH SHUT!
The Reverend Brand Bawa steps forward.
He has tears in his eyes too.
Everybody is crying, even Stan.
REV BAWA
Chris, my son! Please.
STAN
(wiping his tears)
Brother! Keep calm, please. We're all sorry, Chris. Forgive us. We're here for you, as a family. We can deal with it. We’ve wronged you, brother, but not again! Please, let us be your strength!
Eyram puts a hand on his shoulder.
EYRAM
(weeping)
CB, please-
Chris jerks away from her savagely.
He moves away from them until his back comes against the wall.
His lips are trembling, his face is shattered, and his pain is a raw emotion that eats up his whole face.
He lifts a trembling hand and points at them.
CHRIS
(weeping uncontrollably)
You liars! All of you! Every single one of you! You, mother, you didn't want to give birth to me! You wished you had aborted me!
MRS. LOIS
(wailing)
No, no, no, no, my son! That was just silly talk! I'm so sorry, Chris Yaw Bawa! I beg of you-
CHRIS
(screaming)
Stop lying! STOP LYING!
Spittle flies out of his mouth, and thick mucus runs down his nostrils as his agony reaches a peak.
CHRIS
You hated me! Father called me a mistake! I wasn't planned. All of you wished I had died instead of Roland! Well, guess what, I'm dead! Go away from me! Liars! LIARS! Go away, go and have your family! I'm not your son! You, Effe! You want to marry Steve? Go ahead, go right ahead, you liar! Rupert, Eyram, you damn liars! Go and get married! Get away from me! None of you love me! You all abandoned me! You've never loved me, not a single one of you! Go away! GO AWAY! Only Junior! Only Junior loved me with undying love, with real love! He's not dead! JUNIOR! JUNIOR! MY SON, CHAMP! CHAAAAMP!!
He turns round and hammers a blow into the wall savagely, again and again, with such brutal violence that his knuckles begins to bleed nastily.
Effe screams and runs to him, pushing him back before he hurt himself.
EFFE
(shattered)
Chris-Love, stop it, stop it please!
Chris pushes her away, and his eyes are mad now, all reason has fled.
CHRIS
(screaming)
KEEP AWAY FROM ME, EFFE! GO AND TAKE STEVE! GO ON! GO AND TAKE MY FRIEND, YOU LIAR, YOU TRAITOR, YOU BETRAYER! ALL OF YOU...LIARS! HATERS! ONLY CHAMP...OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!! JUNIOR, NOT JUNIOR! KILL ME, GOD, DO YOU HEAR ME? KILL ME AND LEAVE MY SON ALONE!
He suddenly grabs the hospital bed, lifts it and throws it across the room.
They all scream as the bed hurtles through the air and crashes against the wall at the opposite end.
EFFE
(trembling with passion)
Chris-Love, please don't do this to me! I can't take it! I can't survive it! Let me help you, my love, my darling! Please, don't push me away!
He is still screaming, unable to accept his pain, the fact that he might lose his son.
CHRIS
(in a fierce whisper)
Where's he now? Where's Champ? I wanna see him!
EFFE
(trembling violently)
He’s in Ward Seven now, Chris-Love! It is alright, my love! I’m with you! We’re going to keep him on life support for as long as is necessary, but please, please, please...calm down. You have to be strong for him! My love-
CHRIS
(cutting in harshly)
Oh, Lord! SHUT UP EFFE, SHUT UP! This is what you want, all of you! You want me helpless and weak! Oh, God! Oh, Lord! CHAAAAAAAMMP!!
He turns around and then he begins smashing his fists repeatedly into the wall, screaming, screaming, screaming!
His knuckles breaks and thick blood soon smears the white wall from his broken hands.
Stan cannot stand it.
He rushes forward with tears streaming down his face, and he grabs his little brother and pulls him away.
STAN
(broken)
Chris, stop! Oh, I'm so sorry, little brother! Please find it in your heart to forgive me!
Chris pushes Stan away violently.
There is raw pain on his face, and his teeth grinds together so tightly that his gums begin to bleed.
CHRIS
(weeping pitifully)
Hypocrites! All of you! Every single goddamn one of you! You found joy hating me, blaming me, wishing me dead! Well, it's over! Champ is dying, and I don't wanna live. Why the hell did you keep me alive? Why didn’t you just let me die? Rejoice, all of you! Go and have a fucking party! You must be happy now! Effe, Eyram, mother, father, Stan, Diana, all of you bloody hypocrites! Don't pretend love for me, because NONE OF YOU KNOWS THE FUCKING MEANING OF LOVE! Junior? That little boy loved me! He's the only soul that ever loved me... SO YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE NOW! I don't want your pity! I don't want you in my life! I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOUR LOVE!!
Diana and her mother are holding each other, weeping pitifully!
The Reverend Brand Bawa is crying as he has never cried before, not even when Roland died.
He can feel his last son’s pain, and as a father he cannot cope with seeing his blood and flesh hurting so much.
He takes tottering steps towards Chris, his arms outstretched.
REV. BAWA
(heartbreakingly)
Yaw, Yaw, Yaw...my son, I have wronged you! I’m covered in shame today, and my heart is sore within me! I’ve never been a father to you. I am sorry, Chris! I’m behind you, we’ll keep Junior on the machine. Please, Yaw, forgive this poor wretched father of yours!
Chris, his whole soul racked by pain, lifts his hand and points a finger at his father. His hand is torn and bloodied, and thick blood has stained the sleeve of his shirt, and dripping down in little splotches.
CHRIS
(passionately)
YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER, YOU’VE NEVER BEEN MY FATHER, AND YOU’LL NEVER BE MY FATHER!! I’M JUST A MISTAKE TO YOU!! BELIEVE THIS, IF YOU’VE EVER BELIEVED ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE...IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP TOWARDS ME, OR DARE TO TOUCH ME, I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE IN THIS ACCURSED ROOM!!
Reverend Bawa stops, and drops to his knees, crying pitifully. He knows Chris means every word, and it dawns on him that he might just have lost his son forever!
Chris turns, screaming, and runs from the Ward.
He screams for Junior over and over again. He crashes into walls, breaking glass, smashing furniture.
He is shouting out Junior's name as he goes down the stairs, making people stare at him with absolute shock.
The security staff come at him with batons, but Chris is mad, and he knocks them down, breaking bones and dislocating joints...deliberately, brutally.
Sensibly the others leave him alone.
When he gets to the ground floor entrance area he tears his shirt and singlet away from his body and, bare-chested, he crashes out into the busy street outside, still screaming.
Chris cries like a baby as he begins to run.
He runs hard, and cars have to swerve him, blasting their horns with anger and fear.
Chris runs hard, and he does not look where he is going.
His tears drench him, his heart is crying for oxygen.
He is a living definition of pain.
He runs until he cannot run anymore.
His heart is tearing apart.
His muscles are cramping.
His fists are bleeding red blood unto the streets.
He stops and lifts his face to the skies.
CHRIS
(distressed)
Why me, Lord? Why did you let me live? Why didn't you take me? What have I done to you? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU, JEHOVAH GOD? Why did you create me? Why do you give me such agony? Why do you want to take Junior? LET HIM LIVE, LORD! PLEASE BRING BACK MY SON AND TAKE ME! TAKE ME, LORD, AND LEAVE MY CHAMP! CHAMP, JUNIOR!! WHY DO YOU LET ME SUFFER IN THIS WORLD LIKE THIS? I’M NOT JOB, LORD, AND I DON’T HAVE THE STRENGTH OF JOB! I’M CHRIS YAW BAWA, AND THAT LITTLE BOY IS ALL I HAVE, HE’S ALL MY STRENGTH... IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME, WHY DID YOU CREATE ME?? IF YOU’RE TAKING JUNIOR, MY SON, MY ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, THEN KILL ME TOO....JUST LET ME DIEEEE TOO!!!
Slowly Chris drops to his knees in the middle of the street.
He wraps his bleeding arms around his body, and he bends his head.
He weeps like a baby.
Saliva drools from his lips and phlegm runs down his nostrils.
His heart is broken...
He is a totally broken man!
He raises his face to the heavens and speaks with a broken soul.
CHRIS
(passionately)
If You want me to worship You, I will. If my sins sickens You, I’m sorry! If I have wronged You, I’m sorry. If I must believe in Christ, Your only son, I promise I will, from this very moment... but please, I want my son back. It’s not too much to ask, is it? I mean You do far mightier things, like creating the world, dividing the sea, feeding crowds with... was it five pieces of meat and bread or fish and bread...yeah, something like that. I beg of You, Lord, hear my cry, let my supplications reach You. I’ve gone through many afflictions, but I can’t stand this one, my God. No one can, only You can...please, I really really really... oh Junior, yes, I miss all your really really really moments! I can’t live without hearing your damn really really really!!! LORD GOD, I REALLY REALLY REALLY BEG OF YOU, heal my son!
He can’t speak anymore.
He is choked by tears...but his broken soul continues to pray!
JAILBIRD is completed here already - www.youngicee.com/category/the-JAILBIRD

Nice wan boss, tanks a lot for the update




Ehyah poor Chris

84


® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

GOLGOTHA HEIGHTS INTERNATIONAL CHURCH
The Reverend Brand Bawa has just delivered one of his most powerful, heart-wrenching sermons.
It had been titled FORGIVENESS.
It has touched and broken every heart present.
He calls his wife, and his two children, and as they stand on the podium they are all crying.
Many in the congregation cannot hold back tears.
REV BAWA
(voice choking)
I stood here, and I denounced him. You know, last-borns are supposed to enjoy the most, but I gave my last born hell. I judged him, and I blamed him, forgetting that God knows the heart, and we mere mortals just know what is outside. We stand here today, begging all of you for forgiveness, because I failed as a father, my wife failed as a mother, and my older children failed as siblings. We let Chris down, and now we cannot even share his pain. Three months my grandson, little Chris Bawa Junior, fell into a coma, and a week ago Chris ran from the hospital, and we didn't know where he went. But just now, as I was delivering my sermon, I received a text message from Superintendent of Police Jon Fii, who is a Chaplain at the Grand Castle Prison, that my dear son Chris showed up at the prison this morning and he has been given a room in Jon Fii’s bungalow to stay. God, indeed, is wonderful.
There is sudden applause, jubilation and thanksgiving by the congregation.
There are shouts and many get to their feet and wave their hands victoriously.
Mrs. Lois Bawa falls to her knees and raises both hands in supplication to God as tears course down her cheeks.
Diana and Stan hug each other tightly.
In the congregation Effe erupts into sudden tears, and her mother holds her.
Eyram stands up and walks quickly towards the door.
REV BAWA
This is a most difficult hour for my son. He's indeed under a dark cloud. I am therefore pleading with you, my congregation...if you can, if you want, please join us in a one-week half-day fasting and prayers for my dearest son Chris and my grandson Junior. From morning to twelve noon, please say a word of prayer for them. Let our Dear Lord bring them back from the darkness. Please stand and let us pray.
JON FII'S RESIDENCE
Jon Fii has given one of the rooms adjacent his quarters to Chris.
It had been allocated to another top-ranking prison official who had been transferred, and now it is vacant.
The door is not locked, and Jon pushes it and enters.
The smell is not pleasant.
It seems Chris has not taken a bath for a week.
His beard is one-week grown, and his hands are black from the untreated wounds he had sustained from punching the walls.
JON FII
(sadly)
Please come inside, Miss Kedem.
Eyram, who had come straight here after leaving the church, stares at horror when she sees Chris.
He is still wearing only the black trousers he had worn when he left the hospital.
His eyes are bloodshot, and his feet are swollen.
He stinks, and he is extremely dirty.
He is sitting on the floor in one corner of the room which still has furniture.
Eyram's intestines knot as she looks at him, and sees his suffering.
She wishes she can take his suffering away.
He looks up dully, and when he sees her his eyes narrow with sudden intense hatred, and he growls thickly.
CHRIS
(snarling)
Get the hell out before I tear you to pieces!
EYRAM
(weeping)
It's me, CB. Eyram.
He still glares at her with no sign of recognition, and stares vacuously into empty space.
She notices that he has lost weight, and knows he has not eaten well in the one week.
She puts her handbag on one of the seats and kneels down in front of him.
JON FII
(sadly)
Good Lord, Chris. You have to eat. The porridge I gave you in the morning is still untouched.
Eyram tries to touch his cheek, but he flinches from her wildly.
CHRIS
(in a fierce whisper)
Don't.
Eyram draws her hand back, and the pain makes her eyes sting with tears.
She gets to her feet and turns towards the door.
JON FII
Are you leaving? So soon?
Eyram shakes her head.
EYRAM
His hands. They're infected. They must be treated, or he would lose them.
She leaves the room and goes to her car.
She returns a few minutes later with a medical kit.
She kneels besides him again.
CHRIS
Go away.
EYRAM
(sniffing)
No, Chris. Your hands must be attended to. You can hit me if you want, but I'm going to treat your hands.
He says nothing.
She goes to the kitchen and boils some water, and takes time to cry her heart out at the sight of that handsome proud boy reduced to such a pitiful empty husk.
She sterilizes her instruments, and then she goes back to him.
It takes her a long time to clean his hands and treat the bad, stinking wounds.
It must have hurt like hell, but he does not flinch. He appears not to even notice, and at long last she bandages his hands.
She tries to convince him to take a bath, but he doesn't mind her, and doesn't budge from the floor.
She tries to feed him the jollof Jon Fii had gone to purchase at JUNIOR’S for Chris.
Still Chris will not even open his mouth.
Finally she gives up, and just stays with him.
There are sudden voices, and Eyram looks up as the door opens again and Effe comes in, followed by her parents and Chris' family members.
Effe sees that Eyram is sitting quite close to Chris, and that her head is on Chris' shoulder.
Chris' head is leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed.
The sight of him, so hideous, so lost, so much in pain, sends shafts of pain through Effe.
Diana is weeping as she moves forward suddenly.
DIANA
(weeping)
Oh, Chris, my darling brother. Please, I can’t take this torture anymore. Come out of this darkness and forgive us, please.
Chris eyes open, and he sees them for the first time.
He lets out an ear-shattering yell of wrath and gets to his feet, quite agitated.
CHRIS
(yelling)
HYPOCRITES! LIARS! EVIL HEARTS! GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT!!
Effe whispers to him, weeping, telling him she just wants to talk, but he pays no heed.
He picks up the tray of food and hurls it at them, and then he hurls the tray at Diana.
The tray smashes into her forehead, opening up a cut.
JON FII
(alarmed)
Calm down, Chris! Jesus, please calm down!
Chris still rages.
Sadly, Jon Fii asks them to leave the room.
They all leave, and Chris seems to calm down a bit then.
He sits on the floor, crosses his arms across his knees, and begins to shake pathetically.
Eyram takes Diana to her car to treat the cut on her forehead.
Effe wipes her tears and follows them after a while.
She stands looking at Eyram with very sad eyes.
EFFE
(softly)
Are you really going to do this, Eyram? Are you ready to let us walk down this path? Are you going to break up our twin bond?
Eyram looks at her sister, and there is no pity in her eyes.
EYRAM
You brought this on yourself, Ef. You had your chance with him. I told you I'll take him, if he will have me.
Diana looks at them with sudden shock, and her eyes narrow at Eyram.
DIANA
(shocked)
My good gracious, Eyram! Are you talking about Chris? Are you mad? That will be a most dastardly act! Please, I beg of you, don't even think about it!
Eyram snaps the Elastoplast in place on Diana's forehead, and then she turns away from them.
EYRAM
(defiantly)
That's Chris' decision to make, not yours. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have patients to attend to.
She gets into her car and drives off.
Diana, still horrified, stands besides Effe and puts an arm around her shoulders.
DIANA
Tell me your sister is not going after your husband.
Effe brushes tears from her cheeks.
EFFE
(heartbreakingly)
I messed up, Di. I don't know what came over me. I abandoned Chris, knowing very well that I cannot live without him. I'm so scared. I'll die if I lose him. But maybe Eyram is right. I don't deserve him.
Diana hugs her tightly.
DIANA
We all don't deserve Chris, Effe. We were all beasts towards him. But this is the time to get closer, stronger. I don't know what kind of stupidity has entered your sister's head, but it is you Chris fell in love with. Fight for your man.
Effe nods, and tries to smile.
EFFE
Thank you, Di. You're right on that one. I am going to fight for him if that's the last thing I do.
JAILBIRD continues

Read more here - www.youngicee.com

THE JAILBIRD EPISODE 85

® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

EYRAM'S RESIDENCE
It is morning.
Eyram is ready to go to the hospital.
She plans to quickly go through the morning's scheduled surgeries and then go to check on Chris.
As she steps out of the room and locks it she sees Effe's car turning into the yard.
Eyram's face clouds over, and she sighs.
Her face hardens as she waits on the porch.
She is aware that there is a very painful wall between her and her sister, and she wonders regretfully if that wall will ever get broken down, and if they will be able to recapture that wonderful fierce love they once had for each other.
The car stops, and Eyram sighs again when she sees that her parents are also in the back seat.
The three of them climb to the porch, and silently Eyram turns and opens the door.
EFFE
(quietly)
I don't think this visit will take that long, Rammy. Mom and Dad didn't even know I was bringing them here until I entered the Quarters.
Eyram turns from the door and raises her eyebrows.
EYRAM
Oh. Wow. I see. You won't even sit?
EFFE
No. We're not sitting.
Ken Kedem and his wife exchange sad looks.
KEN KEDEM
(passionately)
Now, what is going on with you two? I didn't raise you two to go to war with each other.
IVY KEDEM
(sadly)
We're all going through a very painful situation here, Eyram, especially Effe, who is losing her husband and son. It’s time to stand strong.
Eyram looks at her mother bitterly, and sudden tears form in her eyes.
EYRAM
(bitterly)
Typical, Mom. Simply classic. Why am I not surprised? Of course, you will always take her side. She’s the angel, and I’m the evil one. She’s always been your favourite.
IVY KEDEM
(very hurt)
Oh, Eyram! How can you say such a thing to me? Take her side always? Baby, you're both my children! I love you both the same!
EYRAM
Oh, spare me the dramatics, Mom! We all know she is your favourite! I grew up with that notion, and you know that is right!
Tears of pain spring to Madam Ivy's eyes.
IVY KEDEM
(pitifully)
Oh, then I've failed as a mother! Then I'm a bad mother! I've never taken sides, Eyram. I've always loved the two of you equally. If I didn't agree with you on some issues, then that was how I genuinely felt and not because your sister is my favourite!
Ken Kedem puts a comforting arm around his wife's shoulders.
KEN KEDEM
(horrified)
My God, Eyram. You've hurt your Mom! She has never been biased, and you know it!
Eyram looks at Effe.
Her look is filled with bitterness.
EYRAM
So, we're all here, Ef. Surely there must be a reason for bringing them here.
Effe is sad. She walks forward until she is inches away from her sister.
EFFE
What other reason can there be, Rammy, apart from your infatuation with my husband?
EYRAM
(angrily)
Infatuation! Wow, Ef, don't you think I'm old enough to know the difference? And husband! That's cute. The last time I heard you were informing us that after the trial you and your Steve were going to get married.
Pain crosses Effe's face. She reaches out blindly and takes Eyram's hand.
EFFE
Good God, Rammy! I was hurting! I thought Chris betrayed me! I was in a deep emotional pain! I couldn't think straight.
Eyram snatches her hand away.
EYRAM
Of course you couldn't think straight. What happened to your vows? What happened to 'for better and for worse' Effe?
KEN KEDEM
(appalled)
She had a right to err, and to have a misunderstanding with Chris, Eyram. She has just learnt by the hardest way possible that trust and belief in any relationship is key. Come on, baby girl! You're not really thinking about taking your sister's husband, are you?
EYRAM
(bitterly)
They're not married anymore, Dad! She divorced him!
IVY KEDEM
(painfully)
But it still does not make it right, my darling! Don't tell me you've already slept with Chris!
EYRAM
(calmly)
No, I haven't. It's only because he was confused and he didn't want to do it. If he had wanted to, I would've gladly slept with him.
KEN KEDEM
(horrified)
Dearest me, Eyram! Are you crazy? That will be incest!
EYRAM
(bitterly)
What do you mean by incest? Chris is not my brother, Dad!
EFFE
(softly)
But he's my husband, Rammy. He is my family. And I love him.
EYRAM
(with a curl of her lips)
Love him? Love him enough to consider prosecuting him, Ef? If you had had your way, he would've been in prison by now, and you would've been Mrs. Effe Hollison by now. How convenient of you to forget that!
Effe looks at Eyram, and she nods and wipes tears from her eyes.
EFFE
There are some bitter lessons we learn in life, Eyram. Bitter lessons that stay with us forever. I'm not proud of what I did, and I'll forever live with that pain. The bottom line, however, is that I love Chris, and I can't imagine my life without him. I'm just begging you, as a twin sister to a twin sister, by the special bond we share, I'm begging you. Please don't take my breath from me. Don’t fight me over Chris.
Tears come to Eyram's eyes.
For several seconds she cannot speak.
They look at each other, and slowly Eyram shakes her head.
EYRAM
(sadly)
I can't do that, Ef. I'm really sorry. I love Chris, and I’m going to have him, if he’ll have me.
IVY KEDEM
Oh, Rammy! Don't break this family apart.
KEN KEDEM
This nonsense must stop right now, Eyram. You can't possibly have an intimate relationship with Chris. It is madness! I won't allow it.
EYRAM
(determined)
We wouldn't be needing your permission, Dad. I'm sorry. If he would have me, we would leave this country. I have it all planned out. I've received citizenship in the United States. Chris will come as my husband. We can have a new start in life. Effe never trusted him anyway, and she never believed in him. I'm sorry, but she doesn't deserve him.
Effe slowly puts her bag on one of the stylized cane chairs on the porch. She opens the zipper and takes out a little box.
She peels the cellophane rubber off the box, opens it, and extracts a white plastic pregnancy test kit.
She slowly walks out of the porch.
The three people stare at her.
EFFE
Turn your back, please, Dad.
Ken Kedem turns away.
Effe parts her legs. Eyram is looking at her sister, and suddenly she looks broken, deflated and shattered.
Effe holds the kit under her urine flow.
When she is done she cleans her hands with a sanitized tissue, and cleans the kit.
She walks back up to the porch and shows the reading face to Eyram.
There are two thick maroon lines.
Effe is pregnant.
Tears fill Eyram's eyes and spill down her face.
Her lips tremble, and her whole face is one of terrible pain and absolute agony.
EYRAM
(in a pained whisper)
No!
EFFE
(with a sad sigh)
Yes, Rammy. Three months gone. Chris and I made love, and I'm pregnant again. For him. What's the child going to call you? Auntie? Mom? God has blessed us with another child. Chris' child. Please. Let us end this right here!
EYRAM
(shattered)
You have no right, Effe, damn you!
Effe puts the kit on a low table and looks at her sister.
EFFE
(sadly)
Listen, Rammy, I have every right! I went to my wedding bed a pure virgin. Chris is the only man I’ve ever been with. When I saw him making love to Elaine I had every right to be angry and jealous. I had every right not to trust him. I had every right to be resentful. I had every right to be angry with him!
She stops because there is pain in her throat, and she swallows painfully.
Eyram just stares at Effe and cries silently.
EFFE
(gently)
You trusted Chris, Rammy. You gave him a place to stay, and you always believed him. Do you know something really sad? In spite of all you did, nothing gives you the right to sexually desire your own sister’s husband. I may have treated Chris wickedly, but helping him is your right as his sister-in-law, but you had absolutely no right to marry your own sister’s husband, even if we were divorced. That’s the difference between us, Rammy. Look into my eyes, Rammy, and answer me truthfully. Do you think that I, your sister, will ever find your husband desirous enough to sleep with him, supposed you had been the one with a husband?
Eyram opens her heart, searches within, and then she shakes her head as her tears flow faster.
EYRAM
(broken)
No, Ef. You’re too principled. You’ll never do that.
Effe nods sadly.
EFFE
That’s all I wanted you to know. A woman can be an angel to her brother-in-law, but no woman anywhere, should take over her sister’s husband. There is absolutely no justification for any woman to love the man her sister has married, no matter how good she is to the man. There’s no justification whatsoever!
With a little sob Eyram turns and flees from the porch.
She enters her car, spins it round, and speeds away.
Effe looks at her parents, and there is great agony on her face.
Ken Kedem puts an arm around her.
KEN KEDEM
It's okay, sweetheart. She'll get over it.
EFFE
I hurt her, Dad! I hurt my sister so much! But I just can't live without Chris. He’s the love of my life.
KEN KEDEM
I know, my dear. Don't worry. She'll be fine.

JAILBIRD is completed here - www.youngicee.com/category/the-jailbird

Hmmm. Nice wan boss.

Like as e dey go





tanks a lot for the update. More oooo

Dear Skubido
I have read a lot of interesting stories on nairaland which I thought was amazing...
But this is heavenly...
Your writing skills isn't of this world..
Funny enough, three days ago when I started, I wanted to scan through because I was bored but the first episode was the glue...
Thought I could only get so engrossed on Korean and Bollywood...
God bless your hand big time...
I really really really really really respect you...
Thank you really really really enjoyed myself...

Arom21:
Dear Skubido
I have read a lot of interesting stories on nairaland which I thought was amazing...
But this is heavenly...
Your writing skills isn't of this world..
Funny enough, three days ago when I started, I wanted to scan through because I was bored but the first episode was the glue...
Thought I could only get so engrossed on Korean and Bollywood...
God bless your hand big time...
I really really really really really respect you...
Thank you really really really enjoyed myself...

sist u mean Oyinprince the O P right

Boss comma update oooo

skubido:







sist u mean Oyinprince the O P right

Yes, are they not the same... I saw written by skubido, then Oyin prince... But concluded they are the same...

Arom21:


Yes, are they not the same... I saw written by skubido, then Oyin prince... But concluded they are the same...

No oo written by skubido ke,


Oyinprince is the one posting the story not me.
Note that ma

Oyinprince well-done ooo. U too much

Boss how far na

Oyinprince, please update ooooo

The Jailbird Episode 86

® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman
RUPERT’S RESIDENCE
Rupert’s bedroom door slams open.
He is lying in bed, wearing only his boxers.
It had been a hot night, and he had been in pain throughout the night.
He has two more weeks left to leave Ghana, and he knows Eyram will not come with him.
It has been giving him a lot of pain because he loves her so much.
It is only in the mornings that his tired heart allows him to sleep, and so he has rescheduled most of his appointments to late afternoons.
He looks up sleepily and sees Eyram in the doorway.
She is weeping, and she looks absolutely shattered.
His love for her soars, and he gets up in a flash.
RUPERT
(tenderly)
Eyram! What’s wrong?
She does not answer.
She is choked with pain and bitterness.
She reaches behind her and pulls down her zipper.
She pulls down her dress, and now she stands there in a lacy white strapless brassiere and white hugging underpants.
Slowly she removes the bra and pulls down her panties.
She stands looking at him, a crushed rose, an angel with clipped wings.
She is as beautiful as paradise.
She is more than his wildest dreams, and he feels himself rising at the sight of her breath-taking nudity.
She walks slowly up to him and stares at him as tears course down her cheeks.
EYRAM
(tremulously)
Effe is pregnant. Three months. For Chris.
Rupert nods gently.
RUPERT
And?
EYRAM
There’s a bond between them. Again. I can’t fight that. Make love to me, Rupert. Let me get over him. Let me go with you to South Africa. I won’t see him. And I’ll be your wife.
She puts her arms around his neck and tries to kiss him.
He moves his head back, and slowly but firmly he pulls her arms down.
She stares at him with incomprehension.
He picks up a cloth from the bed and drapes it around her, covering up her nudity.
RUPERT
(gently)
Eyram, I love you. You’re the only woman for me. I really want to make love to you. But right now, you don’t need a lover. You need a friend. You have made me a very happy man. I’m going to be your friend. I’ll be with you. We’ll take a break and go to South Africa. I want to help you get over Chris first, because when we make love I want to know you want to, and not because you’re using it as a remedy. Do you understand?
Eyram nods, and her face shatters.
EYRAM
(forlornly)
Oh, Rupe!
She sits down slowly on the edge of the bed, and then she begins to cry pitifully.
Rupert stays with her.
He holds her, holds her hands, and runs his hand through her hair.
He has a broad smile on his face.
He is a patient man.
Yes, he can wait.
He will help her heal, and then he will spend the rest of his life making her the happiest woman in the world.
JON FII’S RESIDENCE
Eyram opens the door slowly.
She steps into the dark room.
She can hear the sound of a man crying.
The living-room is neat but empty. She moves to the bedroom door which is slightly ajar.
She sees Wailer Vroom sitting on the bed holding an ice pack to a contusion on his right cheek.
The room is all messed up.
Chris Bawa is sitting on the floor in one corner.
He is wearing only jeans shorts. He is heavily-bearded, and there is a heavy growth of hair under his armpits.
His arms are around his knees, and he is looking at Wailer with wild eyes.
The crying Eyram had heard is from Wailer Vroom.
Eyram smiles sadly at Wailer.
Tears again fills Eyram’s eyes, but she strongly fights it back.
EyrAM
Good evening, Wailer. What happened to your cheek?
WAILER
When I came he just jumped and kicked my cheek. I don’t know what’s wrong with him today. He almost broke my neck. We’re losing him, Eyram, and it is breaking may heart. The GojuFist Board are considering taking his title. They gave an ultimatum…if he’s not well in a month’s time they will strip him of the Grand Master Title.
EYRAM
I see. Want me to have a look at it?
WAILER
Oh, it’s nothing. Just a bump. I was just crying because it breaks my heart to see him like that. Is he ever going to be alright, Doc?
Eyram nods as she sits on the floor next to Chris, and puts a hand on his shoulder.
He has not spoken a word to anyone close to two weeks now, and as he looks at her there is no recognition on his face.
EYRAM
He’s going to be just fine.
Hello Chris, how’re you doing today, my love?
Wailer gets up to leave.
WAILER
I’ll leave you two alone.
EYRAM
Oh, no. I won’t keep long. I’m on my way to the airport. I’m going to South Africa for a while, you know, to get all this craziness out of my system.
Wailer sighs and nods.
WAILER
I’ll wait in the hall then.
He goes out and closes the door.
The brave smile disappears from Eyram’s face immediately.
She gets up and pulls Chris’ legs down, and then she pries his arms open, and then she sits on his laps and puts her arms around him.
He is prickly, dirty and stinky, but she does not care.
Tears fall down her cheeks silently.
EYRAM
(passionately)
I don’t know how this happened, Chris. I don’t know why it should happen. Maybe it’s because we are twins, and we share the same emotional packages. Hell, I’ve heard of twins marrying the same man elsewhere, you know. Maybe it is the fact that I’ve always felt my parents loved Effe more. Maybe it is because I was a little jealous of Effe. Maybe it is because I’m an envious little witch. I don’t know, Chris, my love, but I really love you. They say we can’t be together, and now Effe is pregnant for you. For that child’s sake, and for Junior’s sake, I have to step aside. I’m trying to get over this, and over you, but know that I’ll always have a soft spot for you, Chris. Thinking deeply about it, I’ve come to realize that Effe is right after all. If you had been my husband, I wouldn’t have been happy if other women always came between us, and I would’ve been shattered if one of the women turned out to be my own sister. That would’ve been the ultimate betrayal.
She stops and runs a hand across his chest, revelling in the soft feel of the hairs on his chest.
He remains still, and he does not speak.
EYRAM
(weeping silently)
I didn’t put myself in Effe’s shoes, but yesterday I did, and I realized Effe is right. No woman has any right to take her own sister’s husband. There’s absolutely no justification for it. So, no matter how bad Effe treated you, and no matter how good I was to you, there’s morally no justification for using that as an excuse for taking you. So, I’m going to sacrifice my love, and give the two of you another chance to be happy. Goodbye now, my love. I’ll see you soon. I’m sure by the time I return you would be alright again. I want so much to stay with you and help you through this dark period, but I must sort out this twisted heart and learn to accept Rupe, and get over you.
Eyram gets up quickly because her heart is breaking.
She picks up her bag and heads for the door. She reaches for the handle, and then she stops and looks back.
His eyes are on her, and although his lips are shut she sees a lonely tear slowly coursing down his right cheek.
She does not know whether her words had penetrated that darkness that surrounds his brain, or whether her imminent departure has sunk into his heart.
But she tells herself it is because he understands she is leaving, and he is not happy about it.
With a little cry she goes to him, gets on her knees, puts her arms around his neck, and kisses him full and long and with a passion she has never felt for any man.
His lips open, and he receives her probing urgent tongue.
She tastes the salty bitterness in his lips, and then she feels his arms going around her, and then he holds her tight.
It is the sweetest embrace she ever has been in, and then her heart breaks as he puts his face against her chest and she feels his tears trickling down her cleavage.
It is a savage moment, a powerful blast of passion and emotion that she will carry in her heart forever.
Finally, she stands up and flees from the room without looking back at him.
Wailer watches her slamming out of the room in tears, and he shakes his head regretfully.
He walks towards the door, and that is when he hears Chris snarling inside like a wild lion, growling out a terrible warning.
Sensibly, Wailer does not go into the room again.
He goes out, and leaves the dark, lost and hurting man inside.
_______
JON FII’S RESIDENCE
The dawn after Eyram leaves for South Africa, Effe enters Chris’ room.
He is sitting on the floor when she enters.
She sees an inhumane look of sheer malice on his face.
He growls like a beast, his face absolutely abnormal.
He comes off the floor like a cat with his hands curled into fists.
He is indeed a most frightening sight, but Effe is not afraid of him.
She has only unbridled love for him.
Tears of agony comes to her eyes that the man she loves so much has been reduced to such a crazy state, that the handsome Chris can become such a terrible animal.
But no more.
They will both go crazy and die… or she is going to make him well again so that she can love him with the last breath in her.
Chris rushes at her with his fist drawn back to strike her.
She faces him calmly.
EFFE
(calmly)
Go on, Chris-Love. Hit me if it will make you feel better. Hit me with all the power you have.
He stops.
She can see the conflicting emotions on his face, and then he screams loudly into her face.
CHRIS
HYPOCRITE! LIAR!! BETRAYER!!
Effe nods, and her lips tremble.
EFFE
(in a little lost voice)
Yes, Chris-Love. Guilty on all counts. But I love you. With all my heart, Chris. And I’m here for you. You can kill me if you want!
He screams again and again, and then he turns away savagely and begins to pace the room restlessly.
Effe walks inside, and then she sits on the bed.
EFFE
I’m not afraid of you, Chris, my love, because I believe in the power of our love. We’ve been taken through fire, you and me, because of this love between us, and we’ve survived it. I will be visiting you every day, Chris-Love. I took some months off because I’m pregnant, and I’m going to give birth to our baby. I wanted to move in here with you, but it seems it’s against the regulations. Jon Fii wants to send you to the asylum for help, but I know you’re not mad, Chris-Love. You just need to know that I love you. I refused, and told him I’ll come in everyday to take care of you.
Chris glares at her and makes whimpering sounds, and then he covers his ears with his hands, sits in one corner of the room, and hides his face in the wall.
EFFE
What do you think we’re going to have, my love? A boy or a girl? Anyway, I burnt the signed divorce papers. You see, the judge only granted my application for divorce. What it meant was that the divorce process could start and after all the necessary documents are signed and settlements agreed upon there would be a final hearing where the Judge would grant the divorce and a divorce certificate issued to that effect. Since I never returned the documents, that final hearing did not happen. I have withdrawn the application so we are still hitched. We are still married. I am still your wife and I’m going to be till the sun shines no more. See, I’m wearing my rings. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy, Chris-Love. And woe unto any woman who comes between us…I’ll scratch out their eyes. As for me I know no man will dare come near me because you will GojuFist their heads.
Chris turns his face and glares at her.
He is absolutely incensed with fury.
CHRIS
(shouting)
LIAR! HYPOCRITE!! BETRAYER!!
Tears fall down Effe’s cheeks, but she laughs.
EFFE
(gently)
Shame on you, Chris. I won’t mind you. You’re also a betrayer! Look at your big fucking head! I’ve never slept with any man but you! You’re the one who always manages to get between the legs of women on every occasion you think you’re hurt, silly justification. Meanwhile you don’t even pick sane women…only crazy women! You’re also a liar, betrayer and hypocrite! If you ever use that excuse to get between the legs of another woman I will castrate you! Look at your big head! Hmm, I think that’s all for now, except that I love you so much and I’m dying to see that Chris coming out and holding me and loving me.
Chris sits on the floor again, staring at her with curiosity.
He puts his arms around his knees and puts his head on his arms, looking at her with confusion.
She gets up to go to him, but he snarls and growls a warning, and she sits back down on the bed.
After a while, as the sadness assails her and makes her want to cry, she gets up and begins to clean the room.
JON FII’S RESIDENCE
Effe visits him every day.
She continues to clean the room and keep it aerated.
It is a slow and painful period for her.
She then begins to bring him food.
By the end of the month he is eating her food, and allowing her to sit beside him, but he still would not speak.
She sees traces of tears on his face though, through all that thick beard.
Every inch of him seems to be overgrown with hair, but he refuses to come out of the room.
She had taken a barber to him, but Chris had gone totally insane and so the poor man had fled from the room.
She had once entered the room but had not found him anywhere, and she had gone crazy with agony, thinking he had left home again, but she had found him finally in the bathroom.
He had been sitting in the bath, slowly soaping his stinking body.
They took it as a good sign, until he began taking a bath almost every hour.
This was a great worry, but he had eventually stopped after two weeks, but he continued to bath at least twice a day, making the stench disappear.
By the end of the second month he is calm and changed clothes after a bath, but he still would not shave.
He does not speak to her, but he has stopped yelling at her. When she tentatively suggests that they should visit Junior, tears come to his eyes, and he nods.
And that day and several days afterwards they make visits to their son.
She is now very close with his family, and they all come around regularly, especially Stan. And of course Wailer Vroom is still around, helping out.
Wailer had made a passionate appeal at the annual GojuFist Convention, and the governing body had reluctantly given Chris two more months to get on his feet and announce his plans as far as the GojuFist Career.
Stan comes to visit his little brother almost every day, and like Effe he stays and speaks to him.
Once Stan had spoken about one of Roland’s birthdays and about how Chris had eaten all the birthday cake their mother baked during the night and they had ended up sticking candles in a loaf of bread for the birthday.
Chris had chuckled at this, and a little smile had split his bushy face, and then tears had rolled down his eyes.
CHRIS
(sadly)
Rollie. I miss Rollie.
It was the first words he had uttered in months, and this had brought tears to Effe’s and Stan’s eyes.
STAN
(passionately)
I know you do, little bro. I know you do.
And then, one night, it happens.
Chris is alone in the room.
He gets up and walks to the wardrobe. He stands on a stool and takes down a huge bag from the top of the wardrobe.
It contains some of his clothes.
Chris unzips the bag and pours out the clothes on the bed. He then reaches into a seam at the bottom of the bag and brings out a gun.
He had illegally purchased it for self-defence after the night Darlett had almost killed him.
Chris begins to cry again as he checks the bullets in the clip and then snaps it into the gun.
He walks to the window and stands gazing outside with the gun in his big hand.
Softly he begins to speak.
CHRIS
(weeping)
I can’t take it anymore, Champ. I’m very sorry, but I can’t. Seeing you like that, supported by machines, and me being unable to help you…I just want to die, Champ!
Chris Yaw Bawa, a lost man, a broken man, a shattered man, a man in pain, puts the gun to his temple.
Suddenly a cold wind begins to blow in the room, and the window blinds begin to flutter wildly.
Chris weeps as he cocks the gun, and his forefinger curls around the trigger.
CHRIS
Forgive me, Lord!
His big heart is filled with grief and dejection, with traumatic distress and total emotional torture.
He takes a step forward, and he steps on a polythene bag lying just in front of the window.
He slips on the rubber bag and crashes heavily to the ground, losing control of the gun.
The cocked gun hits the floor and goes off, the bullet smashing into the flesh of his right thigh.
Chris lies on the floor, almost deaf from the sound of the gun going off so near his ear.
The blood pumps from his thigh, but he does not appear to feel it.
His stunned eyes are staring at his left hand with absolute shock!
He sees that his left hand is raised because the beaded rope of the window blinds is tied very tightly around his big middle finger.
It is the finger Junior always loves to hold so much!
Chris Bawa stares at his finger, held up there tightly by the rope, and he knows that it is not just by coincidence.
Somehow, somewhere, Junior is still convincing some super being to look after his Daddy.
Suddenly the webs around Chris Bawa’s brain that is giving him absolute madness breaks, and his tortured mind returns to sanity.
Chris Bawa lies on the floor, bleeding, and with his big left middle finger tied to the rope, and he cries his heart out.
CHRIS
(bitterly)
Oh, Champ! I miss you, my son! I miss you so much! But thank you. Thank you for everything, my son. Thank you! I love you. Daddy loves you! Everything is going to be alright! I love you so, Champ!
And at that same minute, on a hospital bed in a Ward 7, a little boy who has been in a coma for almost six months does something amazing.
The nurse who is tucking one corner of the sheet into the side of the bed sees that Junior’s right hand is closed very tightly, as if he is holding unto a finger…and the boy’s face is awash with tears, and there are whimpering sounds from his throat.
JUNIOR
(agitated)
I really really really love you too, Daddy!
Several machines begin to emit beeping sounds at once.
And the nurse rushes to the intercom and calls a doctor.

Read episode 87 here - http://youngicee.com/2018/01/jailbird-episode-87.html

Wow, tank God



Tanks a lot for the update. God bless

Amazing! Oyinprince, thank you for the update.

episode 87

® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

JON FII'S RESIDENCE
The dawn after Eyram leaves for South Africa, Effe enters Chris' room.
He is sitting on the floor when she enters.
She sees an inhumane look of sheer malice on his face.
He growls like a beast, his face absolutely abnormal.
He comes off the floor like a cat with his hands curled into fists.
He is indeed a most frightening sight, but Effe is not afraid of him.
She has only unbridled love for him.
Tears of agony comes to her eyes that the man she loves so much has been reduced to such a crazy state, that the handsome Chris can become such a terrible animal.
But no more.
They will both go crazy and die... or she is going to make him well again so that she can love him with the last breath in her.
Chris rushes at her with his fist drawn back to strike her.
She faces him calmly.
EFFE
(calmly)
Go on, Chris-Love. Hit me if it will make you feel better. Hit me with all the power you have.
He stops.
She can see the conflicting emotions on his face, and then he screams loudly into her face.
CHRIS
HYPOCRITE! LIAR!! BETRAYER!!
Effe nods, and her lips tremble.
EFFE
(in a little lost voice)
Yes, Chris-Love. Guilty on all counts. But I love you. With all my heart, Chris. And I'm here for you. You can kill me if you want!
He screams again and again, and then he turns away savagely and begins to pace the room restlessly.
Effe walks inside, and then she sits on the bed.
EFFE
I’m not afraid of you, Chris, my love, because I believe in the power of our love. We’ve been taken through fire, you and me, because of this love between us, and we've survived it. I will be visiting you every day, Chris-Love. I took some months off because I'm pregnant, and I'm going to give birth to our baby. I wanted to move in here with you, but it seems it's against the regulations. Jon Fii wants to send you to the asylum for help, but I know you're not mad, Chris-Love. You just need to know that I love you. I refused, and told him I'll come in everyday to take care of you.
Chris glares at her and makes whimpering sounds, and then he covers his ears with his hands, sits in one corner of the room, and hides his face in the wall.
EFFE
What do you think we're going to have, my love? A boy or a girl? Anyway, I burnt the signed divorce papers. You see, the judge only granted my application for divorce. What it meant was that the divorce process could start and after all the necessary documents are signed and settlements agreed upon there would be a final hearing where the Judge would grant the divorce and a divorce certificate issued to that effect. Since I never returned the documents, that final hearing did not happen. I have withdrawn the application so we are still hitched. We are still married. I am still your wife and I'm going to be till the sun shines no more. See, I’m wearing my rings. I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you happy, Chris-Love. And woe unto any woman who comes between us...I’ll scratch out their eyes. As for me I know no man will dare come near me because you will GojuFist their heads.
Chris turns his face and glares at her.
He is absolutely incensed with fury.
CHRIS
(shouting)
LIAR! HYPOCRITE!! BETRAYER!!
Tears fall down Effe's cheeks, but she laughs.
EFFE
(gently)
Shame on you, Chris. I won't mind you. You’re also a betrayer! Look at your big fucking head! I’ve never slept with any man but you! You’re the one who always manages to get between the legs of women on every occasion you think you’re hurt, silly justification. Meanwhile you don’t even pick sane women...only crazy women! You’re also a liar, betrayer and hypocrite! If you ever use that excuse to get between the legs of another woman I will castrate you! Look at your big head! Hmm, I think that's all for now, except that I love you so much and I'm dying to see that Chris coming out and holding me and loving me.
Chris sits on the floor again, staring at her with curiosity.
He puts his arms around his knees and puts his head on his arms, looking at her with confusion.
She gets up to go to him, but he snarls and growls a warning, and she sits back down on the bed.
After a while, as the sadness assails her and makes her want to cry, she gets up and begins to clean the room.
JON FII'S RESIDENCE
Effe visits him every day.
She continues to clean the room and keep it aerated.
It is a slow and painful period for her.
She then begins to bring him food.
By the end of the month he is eating her food, and allowing her to sit beside him, but he still would not speak.
She sees traces of tears on his face though, through all that thick beard.
Every inch of him seems to be overgrown with hair, but he refuses to come out of the room.
She had taken a barber to him, but Chris had gone totally insane and so the poor man had fled from the room.
She had once entered the room but had not found him anywhere, and she had gone crazy with agony, thinking he had left home again, but she had found him finally in the bathroom.
He had been sitting in the bath, slowly soaping his stinking body.
They took it as a good sign, until he began taking a bath almost every hour.
This was a great worry, but he had eventually stopped after two weeks, but he continued to bath at least twice a day, making the stench disappear.
By the end of the second month he is calm and changed clothes after a bath, but he still would not shave.
He does not speak to her, but he has stopped yelling at her. When she tentatively suggests that they should visit Junior, tears come to his eyes, and he nods.
And that day and several days afterwards they make visits to their son.
She is now very close with his family, and they all come around regularly, especially Stan. And of course Wailer Vroom is still around, helping out.
Wailer had made a passionate appeal at the annual GojuFist Convention, and the governing body had reluctantly given Chris two more months to get on his feet and announce his plans as far as the GojuFist Career.
Stan comes to visit his little brother almost every day, and like Effe he stays and speaks to him.
Once Stan had spoken about one of Roland's birthdays and about how Chris had eaten all the birthday cake their mother baked during the night and they had ended up sticking candles in a loaf of bread for the birthday.
Chris had chuckled at this, and a little smile had split his bushy face, and then tears had rolled down his eyes.
CHRIS
(sadly)
Rollie. I miss Rollie.
It was the first words he had uttered in months, and this had brought tears to Effe's and Stan's eyes.
STAN
(passionately)
I know you do, little bro. I know you do.
And then, one night, it happens.
Chris is alone in the room.
He gets up and walks to the wardrobe. He stands on a stool and takes down a huge bag from the top of the wardrobe.
It contains some of his clothes.
Chris unzips the bag and pours out the clothes on the bed. He then reaches into a seam at the bottom of the bag and brings out a gun.
He had illegally purchased it for self-defence after the night Darlett had almost killed him.
Chris begins to cry again as he checks the bullets in the clip and then snaps it into the gun.
He walks to the window and stands gazing outside with the gun in his big hand.
Softly he begins to speak.
CHRIS
(weeping)
I can't take it anymore, Champ. I'm very sorry, but I can't. Seeing you like that, supported by machines, and me being unable to help you...I just want to die, Champ!
Chris Yaw Bawa, a lost man, a broken man, a shattered man, a man in pain, puts the gun to his temple.
Suddenly a cold wind begins to blow in the room, and the window blinds begin to flutter wildly.
Chris weeps as he cocks the gun, and his forefinger curls around the trigger.
CHRIS
Forgive me, Lord!
His big heart is filled with grief and dejection, with traumatic distress and total emotional torture.
He takes a step forward, and he steps on a polythene bag lying just in front of the window.
He slips on the rubber bag and crashes heavily to the ground, losing control of the gun.
The cocked gun hits the floor and goes off, the bullet smashing into the flesh of his right thigh.
Chris lies on the floor, almost deaf from the sound of the gun going off so near his ear.
The blood pumps from his thigh, but he does not appear to feel it.
His stunned eyes are staring at his left hand with absolute shock!
He sees that his left hand is raised because the beaded rope of the window blinds is tied very tightly around his big middle finger.
It is the finger Junior always loves to hold so much!
Chris Bawa stares at his finger, held up there tightly by the rope, and he knows that it is not just by coincidence.
Somehow, somewhere, Junior is still convincing some super being to look after his Daddy.
Suddenly the webs around Chris Bawa's brain that is giving him absolute madness breaks, and his tortured mind returns to sanity.
Chris Bawa lies on the floor, bleeding, and with his big left middle finger tied to the rope, and he cries his heart out.
CHRIS
(bitterly)
Oh, Champ! I miss you, my son! I miss you so much! But thank you. Thank you for everything, my son. Thank you! I love you. Daddy loves you! Everything is going to be alright! I love you so, Champ!
And at that same minute, on a hospital bed in a Ward 7, a little boy who has been in a coma for almost six months does something amazing.
The nurse who is tucking one corner of the sheet into the side of the bed sees that Junior’s right hand is closed very tightly, as if he is holding unto a finger...and the boy’s face is awash with tears, and there are whimpering sounds from his throat.
JUNIOR
(agitated)
I really really really love you too, Daddy!
Several machines begin to emit beeping sounds at once.
And the nurse rushes to the intercom and calls a doctor.
JAILBIRD episode 88 is here - http://youngicee.com/2018/01/jailbird-episode-88.html

Baba u update episode 87 twice na

EPisode 88


® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman


EDEN HOSPITAL - EXECUTIVE MALE WARD 3
Chris Bawa can feel a weight on his chest, and he can feel the middle finger of his left hand gripped loosely.
He is in darkness, and it takes a moment later for him to realize that his eyes are closed.
He opens his eyes slowly, lazily, by degrees.
He is lying on a bed, big and comfortable.
He can feel a dull pain in his right thigh, and slowly he recalls the amazing thing that had happened and how he had almost ended his own life.
Now it seems he is in a hospital, because he can see a white ceiling and the ceiling-fan that has the black inscription: EDEN HOSPITAL.
The ceiling-fan is not rotating because he can feel the cool comfort of the room, a modulated temperature from the air-conditioner.
Chris lies very still.
The window blinds are drawn, and the room is relatively dark, telling him that night has crept in.
For a moment his sane mind re-lives the horror of Junior lying so still in Ward 7, and in the darkness a pained grimace passes over his face.
A moment later he realizes that the weight on his chest is a head.
Somebody is lying by his side, and that somebody's head is on his chest, and that somebody is holding his big finger!
Sadness spreads through Chris' heart.
Only Junior can hold him like that, and Junior is still fighting for his life!
He gives a tremulous sigh as he feels the tell-tale sting in his eyes that tells him that once again tears are not far from his eyes.
CHRIS
(painfully)
Oh, Champ!
The moment he whispers he hears an indrawn breath, and then the fluorescent bulb in the ceiling comes on immediately.
Chris shuts his eyes tightly against the glare, and from far away he heard the choked-off sound of a muted cry.
The pressure leaves his finger, and he feels the weight lifting off his chest, and then Chris opens his eyes slowly, and finds himself looking into the handsome face of Junior.
Chris stops breathing.
He goes absolutely still!
Surely, he is dreaming!
Surely this cannot be right!
Surely this is just an extension of his warped and diseased brain, a halo conjured up by the inner cravings of his heart.
He closes his eyes, opens it, and Junior is still there, looking down at him with a slightly-pucker
ed brow, that peculiar look of his that says he is confused by something.
CHRIS
(whispering)
Champ?
Junior changes the angle of his head and slowly reaches up and holds the bushy beard on Chris' face, giving it a gentle tug.
JUNIOR
(disapprovingly)
Oh, Daddy! Why is your face so full of Bonny M hair? I really really really don't like it at all! You look like a terrorist!
And that is when Chris begins to shake.
His whole body trembles violently, and he reaches up with unsteady hands and touches his son's cheeks, and then he cannot really see Junior because his eyes are rendered sightless by his tears.
CHRIS
(whimpering)
Oh, Champ! Oh, Champ! Oh, Champ!
His great arms come off the hospital bed and he crushes his son to his chest in an effusive embrace, and his huge body begins to shake as he weeps.
After a while he feels Junior struggling.
JUNIOR
(voice muffled)
Hey! Hey, Daddy!!
CHRIS
(weeping)
Champ!
JUNIOR
(giggling)
Do you think I'm Crankson? I can't breathe, Daddy! You're killing me!
Chris releases his son immediately, and the boy rears up above Chris again, and his little face is filled with happiness as he rubs his face with mock seriousness.
CHRIS
(tremulously)
Champ! This is a miracle!
JUNIOR
Have you got knives in your beard? The hair was cutting my face!
Hey, Mommy, your husband is awake? You can do the licking-face now, if you want!
He looks down at his stunned father and continues to giggle.
JUNIOR
When you were asleep Mommy was doing the licking -face thing, and I told her to stop because I wanted to lie on your chest, and she wasn't really really really happy about that!
Chris turns his head slowly.
Effe is sitting on a chair beside the bed.
She is the one who had switched on the light.
He sees how strained her face is, how beautiful she is, how loving those eyes are.
They look at each other, and in that space of time something hidden passes between them.
It is a reaffirmation of love, the realization of the horrors that has plagued them, of paradise tottering on the brink of extinction, of love reigning supreme, of silent pledges to fight for a love that has been buffeted from all angles by really abnormal winds of destruction.
JUNIOR
(giggling)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh! No-no, no-no, no-no! I know when you are goggling eyes like that! This is a hospital, Mommy and Daddy, and I'm really really really here!
Effe and Chris smile at that, but they do not break eye contact.
Effe raises a hand and brush tears from her cheeks, and her rings glitter in the light.
The rings. His rings. Wedding rings.
His wife.
CHRIS
(lovingly)
My Angelface. I have wronged you. I have hurt you so badly.
Effe bites her lower lip, and although her tears fall unchecked now, she maintains eye contact with him.
EFFE
(tenderly)
Chris-Love! I hurt you more. In so many ways. I allowed my pain to take over by reasoning capabilities.
Chris slowly reaches out for her with his right hand, and Junior gently moves across Chris' body and lies down on his left side, in the crook of his arms, his little dear face awash with embarrassed curiosity and expectation.
CHRIS
Angelface. Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry!
Effe leans forward and grabs his hand, her fingers curling tightly around his, her body shaking as she stands up with a little sob that dissolves all her fears and horror!
She carefully slides over the bed.
EFFE
My love! Chris-Love! Forgive me too! Just forgive me, my love.
Junior clamps both hands across his face and shudders.
JUNIOR
(abashed)
Oh boy! Here it comes! The licking of faces! Disrespecting me, your only son!
They do not mind him.
Her lips cover his, and their tears mingle, and their heart sigh in that most powerful moment.
Their lips seal, a healing balm that finally caresses the seething pain in their hearts.
Their kiss is gentle and sweet.
After a while Effe leans back and falls into the crook of his right arm.
EFFE
(softly)
You still stink, Chris Bawa!
Junior giggles insanely and tosses his legs in the air.
JUNIOR
Yes! I smelt it, but I really really really didn't want to say it!
It is coming from his beard! It stinks like a skunk!
The three of them giggle.
Chris draws Effe into a fierce embrace.
CHRIS
I made a promise to God. I begged Him to heal Junior, and I'll become a dedicated Christian.
There is a silence between them, a coldness that suddenly freezes them.
EFFE
If you did that, why did you pick up a gun, Chris-Love?
Stan came to you and found you lying in a pool of blood this dawn. I was having some painful contractions at the same time. He called Jon Fii, and they brought you
to the hospital in the prison ambulance. You would've bled to death, my love. At that same time when I was having the contractions, Junior also came out of the coma.
Junior grabs his father's middle finger tightly.
JUNIOR
(sadly)
No more guns, Daddy! Ever ever ever again, my Daddy.
Chris sighs miserably.
CHRIS
I was so lost, my dears. It was a really dark time for me, I guess. But it's not a solution to any problem. You have to confront your demons in life head on. Killing yourself is not an option. It is a promise. No more guns, ever again!
They lie in the bed, the three of them, silent and brooding, and suddenly Chris jerks, startled, as he feels a gentle kick in his ribs from Effe's bulging belly.
Effe laughs happily, filled with a buoyant joy.
EFFE
That's the bulge, Chris-Love. The scan confirmed that we're going to have a girl.
Junior scrambles across his father's body fast, his face all excited.
JUNIOR
(panting)
Ohhhhhh! My sister! Lemme see lemme see lemme see lemme see!
He rubs his little hand over the bulge in Effe's belly as her baby girl strains against her belly, as if she also wants to be a part of the conversation.
CHRIS
She's going to be a feisty one, I can tell.
EFFE
Yes, stubborn. As stubborn as her father, no doubt.
CHRIS
(giggling)
Stubborn is good. But she's going to be beautiful too, as beautiful as her mother.
Junior falls back into his father's left side, and he heaves a sigh of relief.
JUNIOR
(giggling)
Hm. Hm....hm. Hm!
EFFE
Say it! Go on! Say it and stop behaving like humming frog.
Junior giggles.
JUNIOR
So, my baby sister is going to be born soon?
CHRIS
Yes, my Champ. I can't wait to meet her.
They are quiet for some time, each lost in the magical moment of their happiness, each hoping it will go on forever.
JUNIOR
(sombrely)
So. There'll never be a divorce?
CHRIS
No, Champ. Never.
EFFE
We're going to be together, as a family, and remain a family, yes, my Prince.
JUNIOR
Till you're both old and talkatives like granpas and grandmas?
Effe and Chris giggle.
CHRIS
Yeah, Champ. Your Mommy and I used to talk about that a lot. Walking-Stick love. Yes, I'll love that very much.
Effe runs a hand tenderly down his throat and, out of the sight of Junior, gently tweaks his right nipple.
EFFE
Yes, Chris-Love. Our 'Poma' Love.
JUNIOR
So, it's like, my sister is going to have a flat dicky like all girls, right?
Chris laughs at that, so loudly that Effe reaches up and puts a hand across his mouth.
CHRIS
Damn, Champ! Yes, but you can't call it a dicky!
JUNIOR
(giggling)
But how would we call it? A flato?
CHRIS
(laughing)
That sounds like some damaged car.
JUNIOR
(laughing)
Alright. Flatter. We'll call her dicky a flatter!
As both of them laugh, Effe shakes her head.
EFFE
(smiling)
Silly fools!

JAILBIRD is completed here - www.youngicee.com/category/the-jailbird

Continue.
.tanks a lot for the update. Jah bless

Episode 89
® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

EDEN HOSPITAL EXECUTIVE - MALE WARD 3

The door opens, and a beautiful lady doctor enters.
She is NORVISI KPODO, followed by a nurse.
She smiles sweetly at Junior and buzzes his cheek.

DR. NORVISI
Hello, sweet man, how're you doing today?

JUNIOR
(shyly)
I'm fine, thank you.

DR. NORVISI
Good. Would you mind going with this nurse, please? There are a few tests you must do for us.

JUNIOR
(crestfallen)
Again? But I really really really want to go hooooooome!

The doctor laughs.

DR. NORVISI
I know, sweetie! This won't take long, okay? It is just something that won't take a long time, okay? You'll definitely be back home before the end of the week.

Chris, sitting on the edge of the bed, hugs his son, and then the nurse leads the boy away.

EFFE
I'm going with him, Chris-Love. See you soon.

Effe kisses Chris quickly, and he reaches out to grab her buttocks, but she beats his hand away and dances out of his reach with a giggle.

When the door closes behind them the doctor quickly and professionally goes about her duties.

After examining the wound and recording some personal statistics, she gives Chris an injection and writes a prescription.

She then stands in front of Chris and looks at him critically, her face all professional.

DR. NORVISI
Should I be worried about you, Mr. Bawa?

Chris raises his eyebrows.

CHRIS
You've lost me, Doc.

She sighs and thoughtfully folds her stethoscope.

DR. NORVISI
Your brother lied to me yesterday. He said you slipped and fell on a knife. I'm a Doctor, and I know a gunshot wound when I see one. It is just a deep flesh wound you will recover from quite quickly, but it is my duty to report gunshot wounds and suicide attempts to the police. Now, Eyram and Rupert are my friends. They brought me here, and I owe them. So, let me ask my question again, should I be worried about you?

Chris sighs deeply, and looks straight at her.

CHRIS
(softly)
Indeed, it is a gunshot wound, and yes, I was feeling pretty suicidal. It was a dark moment in my life, Doctor. However, I can assure you, with all sincerity, that it is over now. I'm not suicidal, and I'll never hold a gun again.

She does not bat an eye.

DR. NORVISI
Would you be needing professional assistance, someone to talk to? I must really tie all the loose ends, you know, even if I decide not to report you to the police.

He smiles sadly at her.

CHRIS
I understand your concern, Doc, but no, I don't need a shrink. It was a one-time storm that has passed. Believe me, I'm gonna be fine.

DR. NORVISI
Good. I'm glad to hear that. But remember, I'll be monitoring you.

With that cleared, I don't think there's any need to keep you here any longer then. You can come in every other day to have that dressing fixed. I'll be back to check on you in a little while and release you.

Chris nods, but the worry lines does not leave his face.

CHRIS
Thank you very much, Doc. But my son? Is he going to be fine?

She smiles reassuringly at him.

DR. NORVISI
Junior is as strong as his father, I guess. He's going to do just fine. What he's going through now is just routine.

Chris nods, overcome with emotional relief.

CHRIS
Thank you very much, Doc, for everything.

When she leaves Chris hobbles into the bathroom on his temporary crutch provided, and spends several minutes shaving off his great beard.

When he returns to the ward Effe is back, sitting on the bed.

Their eyes meet, and lock, and as has happened so many times in their sometimes tumultuous life, the moment is electric and full of meaning.

Her breathing suddenly comes in short gasps, and he feels the warmth travelling through him.

He begins to hobble towards her, and she meets him halfway.

Their embrace is fierce, and their kiss is violent and passionate, filled with a hunger and a need that has no control, that cannot be restrained.

His hand flies across her skin, her breasts, her bulging belly, her buttocks, her thighs.

She moans deep in her throat, arching her back as his lips burn across her throat, shivering with depths of her desire as she feels him raging against her belly.

She steps back from him, her eyes bright, her breathing laboured.

EFFE
(hoarsely)
We better lock the door, Chris-Love.

They both look towards the door, and then the door opens, and Elaine walks in quickly and closes it behind her.

Leaning against it hard.

CHRIS
(in a fierce whisper)
Oh, crap!

Effe giggles and puts her arms around him and rests her forehead on his chest, breathing hard as she fights to cool the passion raging on inside her.

She can see that Chris is having a harder time fighting his arousal because his lower abdomen is still out of shape.

After a while she turns and they look at Elaine together.

Since that infamous television expose when she had apologized, Effe has really not seen her again.

She leans against the door, and it is evident she is preventing it from being opened.

They notice that she has lost weight, and she looks a little worn around the gills, definitely a little bit gaunt.

It seems life has not treated Elaine very well.

EFFE
(icily)
It seems someone wants to come inside, Elaine. It could be one of the doctors.

She looks up at them, and her expression is that of a tortured soul.

ELAINE
(haltingly)
No, it's not. I was coming over to see you when I saw him down the corridor. It seems he was following me. I had no intention of speaking to him.

Chris and Effe exchange puzzled looks.

EFFE
Who?

Elaine does not respond, but after a while whoever is trying to get in stops pushing the door, and then Elaine walks forward almost in slow motion towards them.

She stops in front of them.

Her eyes are red-rimmed, as if she has done a lot of crying not very long ago.

ELAINE
(passionately, tearfully)
I have rehearsed this a lot of times in my head. I will fall down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness.

EFFE
(calmly)
That won't be necessary, Elaine. I forgave you a long time ago, but I don't intend to see a friend in you ever again.

That makes Elaine bite her lip with pain, and tears glitter in her eyes.

ELAINE
(tearfully)
I understand that, Ef. But, I'm so lonely, Ef. You're the only friend I've ever had, the only one who has ever truly loved me. What I did was wrong, and I apologize to you and Chris. I'm really sorry! These past few months have been bad for me. I have been treated like scum since Jon was arrested and imprisoned. I've been subjected to treatments no woman should experience, and it has broken my spirit, and made me really appreciate the evil of my ways. Effe, Chris, I beg of you, please forgive me, and give my aching heart some respite!

And with that she falls to her knees, and grabs Effe's leg, and then she begins to cry bitterly.

For a horrible moment Effe feels like kicking out at her or scratching her eyes out, but as Elaine cries so pitifully tears come to Effe's eyes, and slowly she also bends with some difficulty and pulls Elaine to her feet.

EFFE
(gently)
It's okay, Elly. I do forgive you. You've been through enough, and I hope you've learnt your lessons. It's okay.

The two women embrace and weep, letting the heart seal the pain and badness between them.

CHRIS
Crap.

He limps towards the bed, and Effe reaches out and holds his arm, smiling through her tears at him.

EFFE
I know how you feel! Chris-Love.

Chris scowls at her and then sits down on the bed.

ELAINE
I'm pregnant, Ef. I need you.

Effe looks at her friend with wonder.

EFFE
Yes, I noticed. Jon?

Elaine shakes her head vehemently.

ELAINE
Some crazy asshole! A stupid oaf of a man!

And just then the door opens forcibly, and a tall lanky man is framed in the doorway.

It is Wachipa Sey.

He looks rather wild as his eyes roam the ward.

CHRIS
(angrily)
And who the f*** might you be?

Effe looks from Elaine to Wachipa, and then her eyes narrow.

EFFE
Him?

Elaine nods miserably.

ELAINE
Yes, him. A f****** bastard of a man!

Thank you for accepting amd forgiving me, Ef. I'll come home. I must leave now.

She walks briskly to where Chris is sitting, throws her arms around his rigid body, and hugs him tightly.

She does not speak, but turns away quickly and walks towards the door.

Wachipa looks at her, and his face is torn to ribbons with a mixture of shame and remorse.

WACHIPA SEY
(remorsefully)
Please, Elaine, I need to speak to you, please.

Elaine snarls and slaps him so hard that his glasses fly off and shatters on the floor.

She pushes him hard, and he sits down on his butt with a most unpalatable humph.

Elaine drags the door open and goes out.

Wachipa shouts out her name and races after her.

Chris and Effe exchange startled looks.

CHRIS
What the f*** was that all about?

Effe walks up to him and pushes him on the bed.

She sits beside him and he reaches up to cup her breast, but she moves back.

EFFE
(giggling)
Too many distractions, my love. Wait till we get home. That man is wachipa Sey.

CHRIS
(amused)
Oh. The man that brought those vids you told me about?

EFFE
Same. Seems he knocked up Elaine.

Chris laughs then, shaking his head with wonder.

CHRIS
I'll be damned!

Out in the corridor Wachipa races after Elaine, and then he faces her, his eyes wild, oblivious to the fact that many people - visitors, nurses, doctors, workers - are staring at them.

His face is passionate, and he is filled with genuine regret.

WACHIPA SEY
Please, lady, hear me out!

ELAINE
You bastard! You stupid bastard! Do you think I want to listen to you? I don't ever want to see you again! Get out of my face!

Wachipa falls to his knees, holds her around the thighs, and looks up at her with wild eyes.

WACHIPA SEY
Lady, please! What I did to you was beastly! I thought I was doing something to pay you back, because I was mad when I saw those videos, and I genuinely wanted you to suffer, because Mr. Chris Bawa was good to me. I had no regret whatsoever after I did that to you. But as soon as I got home, and I looked in the mirror, I was sickened by my behaviour that night.

Elaine looks down at him, and her face is filled with revulsion.

She speaks, and her words eject like bullets.

ELAINE
That night, genuinely, I was at my lowest ebb. I was lost, and I was in so much pain, and you treated me like something the cat dragged in! You f******bastard, Wachipa, or whatever the f*** your name is! Damn you, damn you to hell!

She hits his face, over and over again, with her hard little fist, and he takes it, making no attempt whatsoever to protect himself.

There is blood from his nostrils and from his split lips, and finally she stops hitting him.

He reaches into his pocket and brings out his switchblade.

He presses the button, and the ugly knife springs out.

He holds it up to her.

WACHIPA SEY
Go, on, Lady. Please take it, cut me up if you want to, because I deserve it. Yes, I do deserve it! I've never been sorry before. I went to the United Kingdom for a while, and I couldn't stay, because every night what I did to you comes back to haunt me! You were just from that room where you begged for forgiveness. If they didn't forgive you, then walk away! But if the two in there forgave you, then by jove you have to forgive me, to set my soul free. I've never been one to feel sorry for my actions. I don't regret things I do! But with you I admit I'm wrong! I've been so wrong! My behaviour was cowardly, callous, disgusting, unforgivable and totally nauseating! Please, Lady, I'm so terribly sorry! Please, please, forgive me!

And then he puts his face into her bulging belly and held on tightly.

Elaine looks at the great number of people staring at them.

An old nurse nods at her, winks, and holds up a thumb.

Elaine takes a shuddering breath.

ELAINE
I don't forgive you, and I don't need you. Do you know why? Because your f****** prediction came fucking true! I'm f****** pregnant and I'm f******

The elderly nurse speaks out then, utterly disgusted.

ELDERLY NURSE
(shocked)
Ebei o! Aaaaba! Eben f*** f*** nso nyi! Abodam anaa?? Nkwaseade aaa kwa!!

And as many of those present begin to laugh, Wachipa gets to his feet slowly.

Elaine looks up at his stricken expression.

ELAINE
I'm pregnant. You made me pregnant.

He reaches into his pocket, brings out a box, opens it, and nestled in there are three beautiful rings.

WACHIPA SEY
Heard you and your convict husband are divorced now. Marry me. I wanna spend the rest of my life saying sorry to you, and my unborn child, for the evil I did against you.

He lifts the engagement ring and slips it around Elaine's finger.

She raises her hand to strike him again, but then she stops when she looks at the ring, and tears slowly come to her eyes.

He lifts her up, kissing her over and over, and carries her out of the hospital.

And the onlookers cheer, and a few of them wipe tears from their cheeks.

Episode 90


® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

THE BAWA RESIDENCE
It is the Sunday after Chris and Junior left the hospital, and dinner is at the Mission Manse.
It had been a very emotional day in church that day.
For the very first time Reverend Brand Bawa had embraced his whole family who were with him on the podium. The rest of them had publicly apologized to Chris for their treatment of him, and it had been a really deep passionate moment that had brought out tears, and unified the family.
After church they had retired to the Mission Manse for a family dinner.
Chris had gone to the kitchen and whipped out a culinary torture that had made them scream to be served even when the food was not completely done.
Dinner itself is nice and deeply fulfilling.
Apart from the sumptuous meal, there is a deep inner feeling of being complete once again, and everybody trying to make Chris feel welcomed and a part of the family.
After dinner they retire to the living-room whilst the children go out and play.
Stan Bawa, who had been somewhat laid back during the whole reunion, suddenly gets to his feet and, looking acutely uncomfortable, surveys them with sad eyes.
For a moment he finds it hard to speak, but Esther reaches up and gives his hand a squeeze of encouragement.
STAN
(sadly)
I have something to say.
They all stop speaking and look at him.
Effe, who is leaning against Chris and trying to stick a piece of carrot into his mouth, suddenly pauses and sits up slowly.
She casts a furtive glance at Chris.
She knows that somewhere deep down, Chris is still not comfortable with Stan.
Even though Effe had told him that Stan probably saved his life the day he accidentally shot himself in the thigh and almost bled to death, he had still not quite completely felt comfortable with Stan.
Effe knows that Stan's treatment of Chris had been very bad, ever since they had been kids, and it will take some time for the scars to really fade.
She can now see the sudden coldness on Chris' face as soon as Stan begins to speak, and she reaches out for his arm and holds it lovingly.
STAN
(painfully)
I'm glad we're all here like this, and I'm glad we've found a way round the excruciating moments that almost crippled this family. I must admit today, that no one treated Chris more terribly than I did. There was no reason why I should've treated my own brother so badly, seeing he wasn't to blame. Diana was also pretty bad to Chris too. But since we're all here, and since we've decided to lay open our wounds so that we can heal, it is very important that we bring out all our bitterness and hurts so that we can heal together. Diana and I have hated Chris simply because our mother and Roland loved him so much, and we felt he didn't belong here. Mother, before I go on, I want to ask you, is Chris REALLY our brother?
It is a staggering question.
Effe feels Chris going absolutely rock-still beside her.
One look at his face and she knows he has slipped into destructive mood, and she quickly turns to him fully, slipping her arm around his neck.
His handsome face is clouded over, and he seems to be carved from marble.
Mrs. Lois Bawa is so stunned that she is also wearing an expression that looks uncannily like Chris’, but there are sudden tears in her eyes.
The Reverend Brand Bawa exhales and leans forward suddenly, as if he has just received a massive blow in the solar plexus.
Only Diana, Esther and Kofi Dossah are looking a bit sad, but comparatively not shocked, and it dawns on Effe that they are all aware of what Stan is saying.
REV. BAWA
(explosively)
And what kind of foolish question is that, Stan? At this time? What ails you, boy?
Stan has frustrated tears in his eyes as he looks at his father.
STAN
(passionately)
You know what I'm talking about, father! This family has suffered too much! There are too many secrets in this family, and it is killing us! We need to address the issues now, father, before-
The reverend cuts in explosively, angrily, fearfully!
REV. BAWA
(shouting)
Cut out the drivel, son! There's no issue to address! We almost lost your brother, now he's here with us! Stop your bullcrapping!!
Without a word Chris gets to his feet, almost dislodging Effe, and he turns for the door.
Lois Bawa is on her feet immediately, and she rans to him, almost falling down in her haste to get to him.
She takes both of his hands, and her tears are burning embers that twist her face out of shape.
MRS. LOIS
Chrissy, please, my darling! Please, don't leave like this! Don't take this to heart! I've lost you all your life, and I've been a most terrible mother to you! But I'm not going to lose you again, do you hear me? Not ever again!
Stan snorts with fresh pain as he looks at the love his mother is showing Chris.
STAN
(passionately)
You see what I mean, mother? It has always been like this! Chris, Chris, Chris!! He is the one you love most, and you don't even try to hide it from the rest of us! We're your children too, mother! Goddamn it, no parents have the right to have favourites, and even if they did, it is good to hide it, at least to the other siblings! But you, mother, you make it so plain, so blatant, that all you care about is Chris, Chris, Chris! Even his son is your favourite amongst the grandchildren!
REV. BAWA
(explosively)
Stop that idiocy right now, Stan! What the hell has gotten into you? Today is supposed to be a happy day, and what do you want to turn it into?
Diana speaks sadly then, tears trickling down her own eyes as her husband holds her hands tenderly.
DIANA
When Stan was a child he fell sick once, father. He was asleep in the attic, and you and mom didn't know that. He heard you quarrelling bitterly with mom. You were accusing her that Chris is not your son, that he is the son of someone called Chris Grant. It was shortly after Roland's death, when Chris was taken to the correctional institute. It seems this Chris Grant was Mom’s lover, and father caught the two of them in a hotel room and shortly afterwards Chris was born. Father was convinced Chris was the son of this Chris Grant! And of course it is blatant, isn't it, mother? Stan, Roland and myself... we look so alike, so like father. Chris, on the other hand is the odd one out. He is quite tall, quite handsome, lighter-skinned, absolutely different from us. When Stan heard that news he told me, and since then apart from erroneously blaming Chris for Roland's death, we began to hate him, because it seemed you were unfaithful to Dad, mother, and had a son with your lover, and you loved that son more than any of us. It hurt us a lot, mother!
STAN
(weeping, gasping, emotional)
Yes, and even Roland! We were the two eldest sons, but Roland loved Chris so much, more than me, going everywhere with him! And he left that CD about his death to Chris! Chris, Chris, Chris... always Chris! It hurts, mother! It hurts so bad!
Chris' handsome face is like thunder.
He steps away from his mother, and his whole frame is vibrating.
Effe knows he is just a second away from hitting out, from going explosive, from giving vent to that devastating fury he has never learnt to master.
Lois Bawa is looking at Stan with horror.
The reverend is on his feet, suddenly looking old and aged, forlorn and lost, and he rubs his face with a rubbery hand.
Effe gets to her feet and blocks Chris as he heads for the door.
EFFE
(deeply agitated)
Chris-Love! Don't do this! Look at me, Chris, please! Breathe, my love! Breathe! Chris-Love, don't allow that other one to emerge, please, please! Don't stress me out, it's not good for your daughter.
Chris looks at her.
There are tears in his eyes now, and trembling badly, he grabs her upper arms.
His face is tortured, lost, frightened.
He shakes his head numbly.
CHRIS
(whispering)
Dear Lord! I'm the bastard of the family, aren't I? I always have been! It makes so much sense now! I don't have anybody! I can't take this, my love, I simply can't. Let's leave here! Please let's go!
He turns blindly towards the door.
He reaches for the handle, and Lois Bawa utters a startled cry and drags him back, and then she blocks the door with her back.
MRS. LOIS
(weeping)
Please, my son, darling, listen to me! Please don't go!
Chris looks at his mother with disgust and with deep acute pain.
CHRIS
(devastated)
You better get the hell away from me, woman, before you force me to do something I'll regret! You cheated on Dad? You had the effrontery to cheat on Dad, and bring the pregnancy to him, and name me after your damn lover? How the hell could you do that? Get the hell out of my sight. You don’t know just how much the sight of you disgusts me!

Episode 91


® 18+ SNVL
© Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

THE BAWA RESIDENCE
There is a deadly silence in the room, and then Lois Bawa moves slowly towards Chris, her face suddenly furious even as tears fall down her face.
She pokes his chest with a stiff forefinger and glares at him.
MRS. LOIS
(hissing)
You don't speak to me like that, young man! You want to know the truth? Yes, I'm going to give you the truth!
She moves past him, and there is suddenly a look of fear on her husband's face.
REV. BAWA
(shaking his head)
Lois! No! Please don't! Not now!
MRS. LOIS
(emotionally)
Now, Brand, now! They're right! It is time to let the truth out!
She turns to Stan and glares at him with hard unforgiving eyes, and she turns the same furious gaze on Diana.
REV. BAWA
(resignedly)
I'm sorry, Lois, but I can't stand with you on that.
His wife does not seem to hear him.
The Reverend Bawa then walks out of the living-room.
Lois Bawa turns and fixes a devastated Chris with a passionate stare.
MRS. LOIS
Yes, what Stan heard was partly true. There was a man I was in love with, and wanted to marry. Yes, his name was Chris Grant. We loved each other, but his parents wouldn't accept me, because I was the daughter of their maid! They threw me out of their house, and sent him overseas just to take him away from me. They sold their house, and moved on. Those days were not like today where you have all your Internet stuff, and communications! Those days it was difficult to keep in touch, and I lost touch with him! When he came back several years later, I was already married to your father. Yes, I met Chris Grant in his hotel. His mother got to know Chris Grant had come looking for me, and she called your father. When your father got to the hotel room I was already leaving. He was quite angry, and he said very bitter and painful things to me in public despite the truth I told him. I told your father that nothing happened between Chris Grant and me. I told Chris Gant to move on, because I had moved on! We cried a little bit, Chris Grant and myself, and yes, we shared a kiss! But that was all! When I met him I was pregnant with Chris, and after he was born your father doubted me, especially when I named him Chris! He had a fight with me, and that was the fight you overheard, Stan!
The Reverend Bawa now comes back to the living-room, and he is trembling a little as he walks up to Chris.
He is holding three sheets of paper which he extends to Chris.
He looks shame-faced, and he is trembling a little.
REV. BAWA
(passionately)
I hated you, my son. I just couldn't get past my jealousies, and I realized I was ever getting closer to getting physical with you, of doing something to harm you. And so I took you to the hospital and did DNA tests.
The people in the room are stunned.
The reverend extends the sheets, and a dazed Effe takes them.
She notices from the dates on the sheets that the tests had been done when Chris was five, eight and ten years, all at different labs.
All three prove that Chris is the son of Reverend Brand Bawa.
MRS. LOIS
(shattered)
What? You carried out DNA tests on Chris? Oh, Brand!
She comes forward and takes the sheets from Effe's hands.
She glances at them, and then something inside her just dies.
It seems as if a light within her soul has just been put out.
She looks at her husband, and her eyes are dead.
The man of God looks down, and there is shame on his face.
REV. BAWA
I'm sorry, darling. I'm very, very sorry!
The beautiful woman's lips tremble, and she cannot speak for a moment.
Without a word she turns and walks up to Stan.
She throws the DNA test results at his chest, and there is no love on her face as she looks at him.
MRS. LOIS
You want more truth, Stan? Are you sure you can stand the truth, baby boy?
Quickly Reverend Bawa follows his wife and takes her arm.
She shrugs free as if there is venom on his fingers.
REV. BAWA
Please, darling, please-
She glares at him with unrestrained resentment.
MRS. LOIS
Don't you dare darling me, Brand! DNA tests? You went too far there, Brand! You bloody well went too far, and because of that everyone present here deserves to know the truth!
She moves away from him, and comes back to Chris, whose face is awash with remorse.
CHRIS
(softly)
I'm sorry, Mama. I bitterly regret my words. Never meant to hurt you.
The woman, broken and haggard, places both of her hands on his shoulders.
MRS. LOIS
(weeping)
Marriage has been difficult for me, Chrissy. Yes, I named you after a man I once loved, and who is now dead. He never married, Chris. He just could not move on. He died on the day you were born, alone. In the end, his mother's interference robbed him of all happiness, in spite of all his riches. And yes, because he died, I named you after him. You want to know why Roland loved you so much, Chrissy? It is simple, really. It is because he knew the truth. He knew that the two of you came from the same parents.
She stops.
REV. BAWA
Lois. Please. Don't!
She turns and fixes her husband with a baleful look.
Stan is trembling as he walks on unsteady legs towards his mother. Diana too is standing up now, and her face is now suddenly scared.
STAN
What? What do you mean, mother? What do you mean by Roland and Chris came from the same parents?
Mrs. Lois Bawa smiles sadly, but she does not drop her gaze from Chris' face.
MRS. LOIS
Well, your father, who is now a man of God, was once a man with an insatiable thirst for the ladies. Roland was five years old when a woman came to our house one day with a baby girl. That woman was called Martha, and she was your father's girlfriend. Apparently, your father had a child with her, and she was not prepared to be an unmarried mother since a man wanted to marry her, but wasn't interested in her child. So she brought the baby girl to me. That girl was just a year old. I had no option than to accept that baby girl as my child, although she was the daughter of your father’s girlfriend. We named that girl Diana.
Diana gasps with sudden shock, and she clutches her heart, and then she sits down slowly and bursts into sudden tears.
Kofi Dossah, her husband, takes her into his arms, but he cannot speak, because he is equally shocked by the turn of events.
The Reverend reaches for a chair and sits down, covering his face with his hands.
Mrs. Lois Bawa now walks towards a devastated Stan, and looks at him sadly.
Stan shakes his head and takes a step back, shaking his head numbly, his face twisted with passionate fear.
STAN
(horrified)
No, mother, no, no, no, don't say it! Please don't say I'm not your child too!
Mrs. Lois Bawa smiles, and it is not a very pleasant smile.
MRS. LOIS
You wanted to know the truth, Stan. For years you've hated Chris, and done everything to destroy him. Well, you wanted to know why Roland loved him more. Well, the answer is simple really. I got pregnant again, you see, before Chris. I was taken to the hospital. On admission that day was a poor girl called Rosie. She was a prostitute who has gotten pregnant, and who hated the child she was about to give birth to so much. We were in the same maternity ward. She and I had a good talk. She didn't even know who the father of her baby was, Stan, because she was a prostitute. I tried preaching to her, but she was just so shattered she wanted to get away. Well, I gave birth an hour before she did. Unfortunately, my baby, a girl, was stillborn. She died, yes. Rosie's child was a boy, but as soon as she got to the ward she got up and walked out, never to be seen again. I came home, but a nurse from the hospital visited me. The baby had no mother, no father, a poor boy. They knew I had lost my baby, and they wondered if I could take care of the boy. I felt sorry for that baby, and yes, I decided to breast-feed him until other alternatives are decided.
All Diana knew was that I was pregnant and went to give birth, and a baby came home, but Roland knew he lost his real sister. Well, Mr. Brand Bawa, now a budding pastor with fire, decided to open his doors for this motherless, fatherless, lonely baby, and we adopted him. We gave Rosie the prostitute’s son a home, and a name. We named him Stan Bawa.
Stan collapses into a seat, and he begins to weep bitterly.
He is absolutely shattered, totally devastated, so much that he will not even allow his wife to hold him.
MrS. LOIS
So you see, my dear Stan, at least Diana is the son of the Pastor. But you, the one who grew up to hate my son so much, we don't even know who your father was. Roland resembled his father, and Chris looks a lot like me, and so yes, naturally he became my favourite. I know it's wrong. I know I should've tried to hide it, and I admonish all parents here, Chris included, to make sure they treat all their children with the same love, because when siblings feel left out, it brings hatred. And that is the hatred that you allowed to breed in your heart, my dear Stan. You thought Chris was an outcast, a scourge that has come to taint your house, based on what you heard, and wasn't man enough to ask. And so you hated Chris quite fiercely. The more you hated him the angrier I became, as a mother, and that is why things have turned out so horribly. I pray that we get over this painful period, so God help us.
She turns away, her heart breaking, and she flees towards the door.
She stops with her hand on the knob, and looks at Chris with passionate love.
MRS. LOIS
Forgive your mother, Chrissy. I've never loved anybody more than I love you.
She goes out of the door.
Effe reaches up and brushes tears from Chris' cheeks.
She looks at the shattered Diana, and the totally inconsolable Stan, and although she feels a modicum of regret and pity for them, she just cannot hide that inner glow of happiness, especially at the wasted passion of Stan.
CHRIS
(tremulously)
Can we leave now, my love?
Effe nods, and quietly leads him out.
They call Junior, and strap him in the backseat of the car.
Chris helps Effe into the front seat, and as he turns to get behind the wheel, he hears his name being called.
It is the Reverend Bawa.
He comes up to his son and looks up at Chris, and the look of love on his face is so profound that even Chris is knocked for six.
REV. BAWA
It is necessary for all that venom to come out, my boy. It is like scratching the surface off a festering sore and allowing it to heal properly.
Chris nods, and his jaw works tightly.
CHRIS
Yeah, Dad. I believe so.
Tears come to the man of God's eyes.
REV. BAWA
I've been bad to you, my boy. I look at you, and it strikes me that maybe you're so wonderful to Junior because I was so bad to you.
Chris cannot stop the tears that come to his eyes as he remembers the hard times he had had with this man.
CHRIS
Yeah, Dad. I believe so.
The man of God draws nearer to Chris.
REV. BAWA
I was a stupid man. I allowed my insecurities to eat at my soul. I always knew your mother loved that Chris Grant more than she ever did me. But hey, I'm the one who holds her buttocks each night, so what's my problem?
Effe chuckles to herself.
JUNIOR
Why is Grandpa talking about Grandma’s buttocks? Eeeeeeeewwwww!!
Chris smiles into the tear-stained face of his father.
CHRIS
Yeah. You got it all, Dad.
REV. BAWA
We're going to move on as a family, boy. I denied you of the joys of your childhood. But you're the prince of my house, the love of my heart. In my old age I'm going to be the father you never had. Forgive me, my son. Please forgive me.
CHRIS
(sniffing)
It's okay, Dad. I never really held any grudge. I just wanted you to love me. That was all I ever wanted.
REV. BAWA
(weeping)
Oh, Chris! My boy! My son! I love you, boy, I love you with ALL of this very old heart!
They seem to move at the same time, and then they embrace fiercely, and their tears flow, sealing a bond that is going to last their lifetimes.
When they break apart, the man of God takes a shuddering breath.
ReV. BAWA
Listen, boy. Tomorrow evening I want to go fishing.
Chris' face lights up with sudden expectancy, transforming him into a little boy again, radiant and incredibly handsome.
CHRIS
Oh, boy! At the creek?
The man of God nods his head.
REV. BAWA
Yes, at the creek. I've missed that. You think you can come with me, maybe bring Junior too?
CHRIS
(whooping)
Oh yeaaaah! Yappity yappity yippeeee! You bet, Dad!
The man of God chuckles and rubs his son's shoulders, and then he turns and walks away with a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step.
Chris gets behind the wheel.
JUNIOR
(chuckling)
Yappity yappity yippeeeee? That's mine, Daddy. Make your own happy words!
CHRIS
(laughing)
Shut up, you too known weasel!
Effe and Junior laugh, and then she reaches across and puts her hand on his as it rests on the gear lever.
EFFE
Everything is going to be just fine, Chris-Love.
Chris suddenly looks sad as he stares up into the sky.
CHRIS
I wish Roland were here, Ef. God, I really miss my brother.
Effe says nothing.
She just grips his hand.
Junior leans forward and plants a kiss on his father’s cheek.
And Chris knows that indeed, everything is just going to be fine.

Read the remaining parts here - www.youngicee.com/category/the-jailbird

I'm done posting THE JAILBIRD here. Thanks for following.

You can find the remaining episodes of the story through this link - www.youngicee.com/category/the-jailbird

Tanks a lot boss. U don try wella, jah bless ya hand work. Wagbayi

It best story I have ever read on nairaland. Was awake all night reading diz awesome story like a movie. Thank you may God bless ur more.

This is the best of the best story ever, beginning, body, climax, oh my my, you are too infinito much... Thank you so very much.
God bless your hands Oyinprince

i so much adore dis story....gave me slipless nite last nite nd finally...am here...all tnkx to d author....d literature is quite interesting i must commend. more power to u and God bless.
tnkx