Satan's Most wanted Person

A mother peddling a hurricane

Author's Note!!!

It's been ages. I know, forgive me.

Life happened but this story continues...

Your votes and comments will give me that boost to keep the updates coming.

This chapter is going to be the first ever POV of Lillian —Akosua's mother

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Lillian

She is the only life I've got. I wouldn't be alive today if she wasn't in the picture.

The only reason why I'm still living is because, I have hope that she will be the one turn things around in the family.

Oh..My daughter. My lovely little innocent princess, who is forced to endure it all.

She has a glorious future and I know within my soul that God gave her to me for a reason—to wipe away all my tears, bring me joy and fulfilment.

I don't want her to go down the same path I did.  I say and break down in tears

Her father and I have nothing better to offer her other than debts and chaos.

The only way for me to survive for my own sanity and start life afresh was to move back to the village with absolutely nothing since I couldn't bear the shame and mockery from the city after the divorce.

I wasn't cut-out for that.

This is not the life I wanted for my daughter. So, she has to be in the city, get good education and make it there hence, I forbid her from following me to the village in Sunyani.

I expected Richard to pick up the pieces, amend his way and take care of our daughter since I didn't sign any prenuptial agreement and that tells how much I loved him.

Currently, I'm doing odd jobs here and there, washing bowls at a food joint, cleaning and harvesting vegetables to make ends meet and save some money to support my daughter monthly.

Just when I was preparing to go to the farm, my phone rings and it was my daughter.

I'm so happy to hear her voice and see how she's doing,

"Mom, dad has been admitted to the hospital, he is in the ICU, Mom..." She says with a terrified voice

I feel a sudden sharp pain stabbing my heart and tug against it

"Oh my goodness! What happened?!" I responds completely astounded.

"He collapsed and someone rushed him here" My voice cracks and I can tell she's crying uncontrollably

How I wish to be with her at this moment

Oh God, why this? I cried

Wiping my tears and trying to be strong
"So what are they saying now?" I ask to know the severity Richard's ordeal.

When he was hurting me, causing me pain, the cheating scandals, wasting our hard-earned monies on women, alcohol and gambling, torturing
and abusing me emotionally, the irreparable damage....I had wished death on him.

Yes. I wanted him to pay for all he has put me and Akosua through, very dearly.

To feel ten times the pain I felt.

Forgiveness couldn't exist in a place where bitterness and resentment grows.

This was how I have been.

"Mom, I can't deal with this too, I need you... they're not saying anything. Please come" my daughter halts my thoughts

Hearing her say these words and knowing that Richard is battling for his life, the father of my baby...

Made me feel so sorry.

Why do we wish the worst for our enemies but later feel pity when the worst actually happens?

I needed to be there for my daughter but the truth is, I'm also suffering here

"Oh my daughter, I will try to come. You know I can't handle this situation, your father has caused me so much pain and seeing him in that state might cripple me the more...and I dont- " I manage to say but realize the she had cut the call

I try reaching her severally but her phone was switched off.

She thinks I'm making excuses not to come.

The little money left on me can't afford to take me to the city let alone bring me back.

I quickly run around my neighbourhood like a mad woman, knocking from door to door to borrow some money, narrating my situation to them but no one could assist me.

I go to see my Maame Attaa, my boss, to help me with some money..

"If you go, who are you expecting to do your job for you? You are a slow worker, you spend five minutes to wash one plate, you spend one hour cleaning the toilet, and about two hours harvesting a 5kg sack of tomatoes. Yet, I considered you because of your mother, when there are other hardworking young ladies out there seeking for employment," she spits out in exaggeration

Yes I may be a bit slow but that's because, I want things to be perfect and no, I don't spend that much time working on one thing.

The only considerable factor here is, I sometimes get zoned out and spend much thinking a lot whiles working....thinking about my daughter and all the things my ex husband put me through.

Things I didn't deserve and after all these years, I'm struggling to get over the pain.

The hurt is too deep than I can fathom and no one understands me, including my daughter.

I'm not even up to 50 years, but I'm clearly letting myself go and looking  frail.

I don't eat well and I get weak easily due to anemia.

But my daughter doesn't know all these and I don't want her to.

How would she feel when she sees me this way?

From the look of things, Maame Attaa wouldn't hesitate to replace me when I leave and it's not easy securing a job at my age.

The only way is to pray for God to bring help to us.

Till then, I would have to work hard and save for the next four months to be able to transport myself to the city and back.

I pray Richard survives this for the sake of our daughter