Broken Destiny

Part seven

We spent the night at the alley huddled next to each other to keep warm. I took first turn to be on the lookout so Edina could get some very much needed rest, she woke up sometime later to take her turn but I couldn’t sleep anyways, not with danger lurking, and the possibility of being found, so we both stayed awake until the wee hours of dawn when we both decided to head to the market place... from what we had heard from a kind stranger who sympathized with our plight but couldn’t really help us out for financial reasons, we could get some work to do there so we had boarded a trotro that dropped us off right at the market station.

We spent the whole day carrying loads for buyers who paid us for our services... it wasn’t much though but it was just enough to get us through the day.

We slept at the market place that night... well it wasn’t like we had anywhere to go. I kept thinking about Pamela and Kwame, and I could tell Edina was worried too.

Even if our conditions weren’t much to write home about, we had each other, so at least that made things a little better and I hoped that wherever they were, they were together too. I feared for the worst at the same time too.

Like, what if when I saw them again, they couldn’t remember me?... couldn’t remember that I was once their sister? I felt like a failure, like I had failed them in every way, even Edina. I should have fought harder to get us to stay together, but I had given up and now because of that we had been separated.

We woke up at dawn the next day, and pretty much did the same thing we did the day before but by the end of the day, we were in desperate need of a bath, having not bathed for two whole days. We found a public bathroom and toilet right in the market after a long search and we paid and relieved ourselves and took our bath. We barely spoke to anyone, just the people who paid us to carry their loads for them.

That was because we were still scared we will be caught, being in the same area your kidnappers were was very dangerous, and I knew that, which was why we were working... to save up some money so we could move to Accra as soon as possible.
In about two weeks, we had made just enough to get us to the capital. We successfully arrived at the Madina station after almost four hours of continuous driving.
We had nothing else to do but to continue with our head porting activities. It was the only way we could survive, for now and so we took it.

In the city now, we managed to make a few friends who helped us find a place to lay our heads, we felt sort of content now, we could afford to eat, we had a place to lay our heads, life wasn’t so good but for us it was paradise. My mind sometimes flitted to the girls we had left behind but whenever it did, I managed to push the thought away.

I wasn’t stable enough to go helping people out, plus... I doubted they’d do the same for me, for us if the roles had been reversed. As for Edina, she warned me to get them out of my mind because, and I quote, “We can’t come and kill ourselves for people we barely know.” And so I forgot about it for a while.
The nightmares I used to have, also stopped bothering me, and I think it had something to do with Edina coming back into my life... whatever it was, I was very grateful to not have to relive those bad experiences over and over again.

The end..
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