NEW STARTS
Abena's Pov.
I screamed as I watched the results slip online. I had pass and was accepted into one of the most prestigious colleges in Ghana. My parents would be so proud. After staying away from unnecessary friends, dead ends and partying as my friends did, it finally paid off. I almost lost truck but after one party, I swore to never get involved again.
I rushed into the house looking for my mum. " Eno!", I screamed as I saw her in the kitchen and run to hug her. She turned and chuckled. " What's wrong baby?,d3n na 3kc so" She asked in our local language.
(Translation:,What's happening?)
" Mummy, I got into the college, I passed!" I shouted. " Oh my God, baby, I'm proud of you. Thank you God, thank you God." She
sung. I watched with joy as she danced. I was very proud of myself. I later called my friends to ask. They had all pass. I guess they could balance all the fun with work. Can't wait to get to that school.
My dad entered and I quickly rushed to hug him. " Wow, what's happening?", He hugged me back." Dad, I passed. I got into the college! I can finally be the journalist I want to be." I said bouncing up and down. My dad only smiled and said what he'd always say..." I always believed in you...Now hurry and go iron our clothes for church, don't be lazy!!" He shouted. I blinked and backed off. My dad had a condition of always forgetting himself. He started having the problem when he had an accident where he nearly died. He was sacked from work then but he always
forgot and kept going back so they kept him because that was the only place he never forgot. He still knew what to do to get paid. I turned to my Mom and gave her a sad smile as she did same. My dad walked slowly to the room not before barking orders for his food. My mother sighed and sent the food. I went to do as he said even though tomorrow was not Sunday. He always lashed out when he finds out the clothes were not ironed. My family is not rich nor are they poor. We are able to manage with what we get and that's by God's grace,My mom would always say. I believed in God and miracles but I also had my doubts. Like how he made my best friend, Kay, die. Kay was by then sixteen years old. I loved him and so did he. We did everything together, school, church, dance , competitions , everything. All the girls sworn all over him but they
didn't know one thing which I knew...
Kay was a sickle cell patient . He went in and out of the hospital like it was a washroom. I was there when he'd be vomiting and burning like fire. I was there went he got better and fooled around and shared his dreams of being the best journalist in the whole wide world. Was there when he fell onto the ground with a severe seizure and quickly rushed to his side to do the procedures they taught us when it happened. But it didn't work when he was rushed into the ambulance and never came back. Even if he did, he came cold.
My tears couldn't bring him back but my determination to be what he wanted to be was enough to pull me through the emotional breakdown.
My love for Kay and my parents pushed me. I had no time for cut backs and that's
why I'm here, proud of myself and going to the school he wanted to. To be the journalist he wanted to be.
Until HE came along...
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