Memories of his past infidelities and the countless times his wife caught, but forgave him, and the days his wife had to juggle between 3 jobs to keep their family alive kept flashing on his mind. He remembered how helpless he was in that wheel chair, with the bandaged head, and the right leg fixed in a Plastic of Paris. He wished he was the one in the haste every morning grabbing the door knob at 5:45 AM, kissing his wife goodbye, and asking what she wanted on his return from his banking Job. But life happened, and threw him into the deepest forest, on a curve – disabled.
From then, he vowed to cherish his wife, to give back the forgiveness, love and care he had received from her after the car accident on the Kumasi road, on returning from one of his sexual escapades.
Sometimes taking his bath, mainly led by his wife, Adelaide, he would intentionally look sternly into her eyes to find some tears, or tiredness or pain or regret or some sort of disappointment, to affirm his feelings, but all he saw consistently was a face of hope, and an enduring love, not selfish, not rebuking, not relenting, ever patient, and always giving. That was rather breaking him, because he knew he had been very unfair to this kind heart, and was undeserving.
But here we are, in Lawyer Anderson’s office, witnessing Ato’s adamant decision to divorcing his wife, for cheaching on him in just a week to their relocation to the states.
To be continued…..
“we are all men, ………………..; few are angels” – William Shakespeare
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