African polygamy

Chapter 13: The Kidnap.

UNEDITED

A/N: If you don't understand the translations in thebbrackets( ) drop an inline comment for further explanations of the pidgin English.

Mr Ango's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. The man was actually here, strange because he has never been to my house before.

" Father, what a lovely surprise. To what do I owe to this visit?

It's is a terrible surprise to see you!

" Did Virgin Mary, mother of Jesus appeared to you in a dream?" I smirked, hearing those silly questions escaping my mouth.

" Please have a seat. To breathe in the sweetest air, the garden is the best place for that. Don't you agree?" I question mockingly.

" Yes it is. I now see what's holding you back from coming to church." He said mimicking my tone.

" I hope there's no problem because it's unlikely for you to visit." I said with seriousness.

" I would go straight to the point. I haven't been seeing you in church so I came to check up on you." He answered.

" Haven't you heard, the Ghanaian adage that ' if you see or met a white man ,on the road it means you have seen your Jesus." I said coyly.

" Those were known to be primitive beliefs. I have always known you to be an old-fashioned man but should not make such beliefs be a hindrance." He said clearing his throat.

" Is your throat dry?" I asked concerned.

" So it seems, perhaps a good fresh palm wine to moisten it." He said with wry smile.

So you came all the way here just to beg for palmwine not in your angelic dreams!

He continued, " men of this town, have boosted of the sweetest palm wine served only in your household or perhaps it's just a rumor! " Still smiling.

This priest is playing on my intelligence but you are not tasting not even a sip of it.

Laughingly I replied, " Its not a rumor. The maker of my palm wine is not of this land. It's saddens my heart I could not have added you to the list of those men who boots of the wine I serve." All smile had vanished from his face at my words and I put on a wicked and coyly smile.

Nonsense! Come and drink it's waiting for you in my fridge

" It seems you look pissed off. I'm sorry if the news isn't melodious to your ears. Unfortunately, I had used all during the naming ceremony. Besides, I thought priest don't drink?" I asked rhetorically.

" Its not alcoholic when fresh." He snapped.

" Perhaps water might do you good rather than the palm wine." I offered.

" Thanks but I have to take my leave now. See you at church on Sunday," with that he was out of my presence.

He didn't even wait for me show him to the gate. It seems not having the opportunity to taste my wine really annoyed him. He should have confessed he came here to have a drink rather than using church as an excuse. Even the Catholic priest concocts such intelligent lies how much more a mere man. He has proved the rumor of him moving from house to house indirectly begging for food stuff is true.

Glutton!

Longer throat! (wants to taste or eat everything he sees)

" My husband! Wahala for house oooh." Gosi said, running towards with tear and hands on her head.