My girl-friend said stay home today
Stay home today
I cannot say I have had a normal life but what I can say is that whenever I tell someone about an episode in my life, usually triggered by something they said, I notice them sitting on the edge of their chair and hanging on to my every word. My stories will not have any
chronological order but will just be short stories triggered by memories. Do know that they are all true, however. In some cases, I may change names to protect the privacy of people.
I was suffering from Malaria, I though. My girlfriend, Renate, Ghanian mother, German father, told me I should stay home and rest. Statuesque, 5′ 9″ about 1,80m for the Europeans and with what I would describe as, “sobering beauty”. Around 3 pm as the sun was now well beyond its apex in Wasa Akropong, in the Western Region of Ghana, I sent for Mohammed, my driver from the Volta region so that we could take a quick trip to the bush to see how my team was doing.
Mohammed could not be found as I had given him the day off. I took off by myself in my reliable blue Montero and headed into the forest up and down those unpaved readish roads that I knew so well. On the last leg of my trip, just about 4 kms from my destination, Watrem, I came across a large tree that had fallen across the road blocking it completely. About 2 miles from Watrem, a tall tree had fallen across the road blocking it completely. My team arrived within a few moments, alerted by a little boy who saw what had happened. In an attempt to go around the tree, to get to the other side of the tree, my jeep became stuck. Maxwell and 4 other men were pushing it from the front as I attempted to back out of the rut. The front of the car stradeled the narrowest part of the fallen tree trunk and I had one foot on the accelerator and the other foot on the ground outside my jeep, attempting to help push the vehicle backwards also.
Maxwell was smart enough to not alert anyone. In one lounging motion, he grabbed his machetti, cutting off the cobra’s head with one blow. He had saved my life. The closest medical attention was 80 country miles away from where we were in the bush and I was the only one who knew how to drive. Renate was not happy when I told her what had happened that day. She scolded me telling me I had no business leaving the house and going to work with malaria. I guess it just was not my time to die.