She Talked To Him (Part1)

Sitting restlessly in her armchair overseeing the homework of her only child, Princess Katharina born at the cost of four operations before to finally hold her in her arms wishing deep in her heart for a boy to come soon, she monitored her heartbeat jumping up and down. Blood was flowing massively into her brain cells making her think what to do next. She had to get up and move around the living room looking at her well-structured husband, Pastor Trebarh, a Gentleman she married years ago and smiled happily at peace with life.

Many of her wishes had come to pass, taken her from level to level like her spiritual father, Prophet Emmanuel Badu Kobi from Glorious Wave Church International in Sakumono, had prayed over her. She knew nothing happen in this world that is good without sacrifice, waiting for the right time to come and then to perform on the word received from heaven through a messenger. Her spiritual father was this messenger from God for her, she called him in public King and Lord, and considered it as an honour to touch his feet and lay her seed at his shoes. Pastor Trebarh was the Head of the Security of the church due to the fact that he had retired early from the Army in which he was a Fighter Plane Pilot.

Pastor Trebarh was wondering about the strange behavior of his wife walking upright and wondering up and down the room filled with family memories, particularly of her late so beloved brother once a BBC World Service Presenter. The family was rooted in Adabraka, in the heart of Accra around the famous Circle named after the first President of the Republic of Ghana.

Her husband asked her how she was feeling, what was on her mind. She was not hearing him looking only inwards herself desperately wanting to discover the unfamiliar feeling she had in her body that was not allowing her to rest and enjoy the Sunday afternoon.

Mawuena Trebarh even very much a business woman enjoying her work in the past and present, was foremost a caring mother. She had to travel a lot for her country wishing always to have her family close by. For an Africana woman she was well sized, not skinny like a Model on the cat walk, not oversized like the stereotype of an Africana Mama, just right to be taken into the strong arms of her strong husband. African men enjoyed their wives when they sit well on their behind that cannot be covered by one arm alone.

Her face looked like the Cartoon figure Biene Maja, a lively little honey bee known by all children in Europe so well and loved with her big glasses giving her a tender look. Looking into her dark brown eyes instantly everyone felt welcomed to meet her. She had no problems to tell a new person that she met what she was thinking of him in her own special nice and soft way ensuring never to hurt the feeling of others. In every situation she was honest and stood firm on her believes. She knew what she was doing at any moment and aware of her position in life.

A great woman does not show herself in public, she knows herself in public. In public, the arena of her working life, she was constantly making sure to look fashionable in African print. Her make-up was self-made but to perfection, never careless. Someone was wondering was she sitting each day at the Hair saloon as when she showed up, her hair-style was different each time to be admiring the creativity of African Hairdressers.

Suddenly she stood still, rain was falling. The sound of the dripping water on the metal roof sheets seem to wake her out of her meditative status. She put her hand at her forehead as she had done so often at Church where she was seated near the stage in a section reserved for Deacons and Elders while Pastor Trebarh, a loyal follower of Prophet Emmanuel Badu Kobi, sat behind the Prophet on stage ensuring his safety and comfort always. Whenever the Prophet needed his service, he got up, walked out the Auditorium and did militarily what he was assigned to do. Indeed, he was a very good soldier over time wanting to venture into business.

Mawuena Trebarh looked at him and smiled. GOD had made the right decision to make them be married and have a life together under the guidance of the Prophet and GOD’s commands. A warm feeling covered her nervous heart. Her confused mind cleared itself up letting her see Princess Katharina with gratitude and thanks giving for what he had received five years ago; even this small girl enjoyed bossing her peers at school and church around. With her motherly smile she was thinking by herself, nobody is perfect in this world, but love has an endless understanding of mistakes we have and problems we cause to others that love us for what we are and who we are. Someone having to pay the high price she had to pay years back understands more than anyone else the treasure GOD gives a Mother in the end to deliver a healthy child like her little Princess Katharina.

Pastor Trebarh looked at his wife with concerned eyes. He was not used to see his wife like that quietly looking at her family and yet not knowing what to do next. Mawuena Trebarh always seem to be in control of her life at any moment, now she was lost completely in herself. He did not know what to say and how best to express his feeling, instinctively he kept quite trusting the right move would follow.

Her car keys laid on the kitchen table as usual. She took them like in trance not being any more in control of her body and mind. Like a puppet on a string was her way directed to the white Pajero she enjoyed using too much. The Guard opened the gate to the vast compound she called home for the past ten years and drove off. From East-Legon through Spintex Road passing Oak Hotel and Accra Shopping Mall, she branched into the street heading towards the Circle. She stopped it near Vodafone Headquarters in a side road at the feet of Hotel Nana Giymah. She crossed the road and stepped into Avenor seeing A&O Bus Terminal located in front of Christ Embassy and Winners Chapel Ghana. Crossing the River that was covered with plastic waste and ever faster growing plants having caused the death of 200 people the year before, she walked along the broken down kiosks that were built along the railway line from Accra to Tema.

…to be continued