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Episode 4

I found it difficult to concentrate as I
attended to the out-patients. This made my progress very slow. Ordinarily, in a matter of three hours, I could attend to at least fifty patients. However, that day, I managed to attend to only twenty five people in three hours.

Finally, my session at the hospital came to an end. Dr. Eunice Odame, a Cuban- trained doctor took over. She noticed there was something was wrong with me and asked if I was alright. I forced out a smile, nodding.
From the hospital, I drove to the
children’s school to pick them up only to be told that their mother had come for them. Immediately, I regretted bringing them to school that particular day. I could sense what their mother, my wife, was up to.
I had sworn never to have anything to
do with her again. Phoning her had
therefore been out of the question. But, with her coming to pick the children from school, I had no choice than to phone her.

“Yes” she said when she answered my
“Where are my children?
Why did you go for them? Bring them
back now!” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to control my anger.
“I am sorry you are not going to see
them again. They are my children and I know how best to take care of them.
Since you want me out of your life, I am leaving with them” she said..

Her answer made me explode. I began
to scream on the phone, swearing I
would beat her up mercilessly if I get
hold of her. That was when she
switched off the phone. I phoned again but found to my chagrin her phone was still off. I tried several times to get in touch with her but could not get through. I started trying to recollect the name of the hotel where the police man told me they had checked her into. After
a while, I remembered the name and
knowing where it was, I drove there at top speed.

I was trembling all over with rage when I arrived at the hotel. Never in my life had I been so angry. I loved my children very much so my wife’s attempt to take them away from me was making me go mad.

On my arrival, I went straight to the
reception and made enquiries about my wife. A call was placed to her room but no one answered. Then one of the two receptionists decided to go and find out why she was not answering calls to her room. The receptionist returned a few
minutes later to say no one was in her

“She has packed out. Her belongings are not in the room” she said. Immediately, I realized that my wife had calculated I will locate her when I find she has gone for the children so she had relocated.

She had sneaked out of the hotel, gone
for the children and gone into hiding.
I left the hotel still trembling with rage.

My estranged wife, Nora, had
outsmarted me. Now, there was no way I could contact her unless she calls me back. I was more or less at her mercy.

I drove back home deep in thought and very troubled. That evening, I tried several times to call her again but to no avail. I swore if I ever catch up with her, I will beat her to pulp.

I stayed away deep into the night. Every thirty minutes, I will phone Nora only to be told her phone had been either switched off or was out of coverage area.

My patience, by 2:00am, had begun
to run out. Finally, at about 4:15am,
though I was still worried, I fell asleep. I woke up at exactly 7:15 am to find that my wife’s phone was still off.
I skipped breakfast and drove very early to the children’s school. I aimed to hide around and grab Nora when she brings the children to school. So, I parked my car far away from the school and walked all the way there.

I found myself a tree and hid behind it so that when she comes around, she would not spot me. My waiting turned out to be in vain.

Nora did not bring the children to
school. I guessed she was not going to
bring them. So, finally, I left the school
and drove back home.
I spent the entire day at home, trying to get through to her every now and then but her phone was still off. I had earlier phoned the Administrator of the hospital where I worked and told him I was not feeling well so I was not going to be at work.

I did not eat the entire day until evening when I prepared rice for myself and the security man at the gate. I noticed how sad he looked when I approached him with his food on a tray. After collecting the tray from me, he thanked me and said everything will be alright soon. I
nodded in appreciation, remembering
that on the night I came home to find
my wife in bed with my best friend, he was not at post; he had obviously been given the day night off by my wife because she wanted him out of the way.

Though I had not briefed him about the scandal, I knew he knew what had
happened. I went to bed very early that evening but it was not until 1:00am that I finally fell asleep. I was woken up at 6:15 am by the ringing of my phone. The caller said he was Nora’s lawyer. He was inviting me to his chambers that morning at 9:00 am to discuss certain claims my wife was making. I was to come with my lawyer.

To be continued


Episode 5

I woke up very early the next morning,
well determined to go to any length to
take my children back from my wife
and to Put them under my care. I
swore that nothing was going to stop
me from having them back.
After I had my bath, I skipped breakfast
and got ready to go see my lawyer. I
was driving out of my compound when
a car drove up and pulled up beside
mine. A young fellow got out and came
up to me.
“Good morning sir”
“Good morning”
“Are you Dr. Ofori-Mensah?”
“Yes” I replied
“I have this for you,” the young man
said, handing me a document. I
recognized it immediately as a court
summons. Immediately, I knew where it
was coming from.
“So, Nora thinks she can get the courts
to compel me to give her money, eh? We
shall see”, I said as I opened the
document. The young man, having
already made me sign for the receipt of
the document got back into his car and
drove away while I read through the
court summon.
“Jesus Christ!” I found myself exclaiming.
My estranged wife, Nora, was not out to
compel the court to make me give her
money. She was praying the court to
subject our children to a DNA test which
she said would prove I am not the
biological father of the children.
I could hear my heart beating violently in
my chest. I knew I had to calm down. I
took some deep breaths and then
reclined the seat of my back so I lay
somewhat supine in it. Then I began to
analyze the matter. Within seconds, I
came to the conclusion that the DNA test
my wife wants conducted was in my
interest. It would establish beyond every
reasonable doubt that I was the
biological father of my two children.
Quickly, I phoned my lawyer and told
him about the court summons. He said
he will come over to the hospital during
his lunch break to take the summons.
With that agreed, I headed for the
hospital, my workplace.
I suddenly was in high spirits as I drove
towards the hospital because I was
more than confident the DNA test was
my best chance to have my children
back. Once the test proves they were my
biological children, the courts will order
my wife to return them to
me. Evenwithout the DNA, anyone who
looks at them will see some resemblance
to me though admittedly, they
resembled their mother more.
In the afternoon, Carl Lomotey, my
lawyer turned up and together, we
poured over the court summons and my
wife’s demand. Carl said sooner than
later, the saga will come to an end.
“I can tell that Nora is so confused; she
does not know what she is doing,” he
said. I nodded confidently. Then he left
to begin preparing my defense.
We were in court two weeks after I
received the suits against me. I arrived
in court that day with Carl Lomotey to
find that Nora was already present. I
took to the dock to the left of the judge
while Nora stood in the one on the right.
Her brother, Nana Kweku, was present in
court. So also were one of her sisters,
two aunts and an uncle. Her lawyer, Prof.
Solomon Laryea was also present. She,
however, did not bring the children to
the court. Somehow, she looked very
confident, and honestly, very
beautiful. She also had a defiant look
about her. However, neither her beauty
nor her defiant expression had any
effect on me. All I wanted was to have
my children, Peter and Pamela, back
Under my roof. I missed my Children.
“Court rise!” a court clerk suddenly
intoned. Everyone in the court room got
up. A very slim man led the judge in to
the court room. The court clerks and the
lawyers in the court all bowed their
heads to him before he took his seat.
Then everybody sat down.

To be continued


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