Pilot was coughing on the floor, and he moved away quickly from the cell gate.
“Come here, you b—–d!” Kofi screamed at Baluu. “You bully, you murderer! Come here and I’ll spray your d–n face for you!”
But the giant was cowering in his corner, face still terrified, and he was making gibbering noises. He raised his hands suddenly and covered his face.
“Eiiiii! No be small ooo! Eiii, no be small ooo! He gave me the white Jabujabu! He gave me the white Jabujabu! He sprayed the white jabujabu fuuuuuuuuush in my face o….ei, no be small! White jabujabu!” Baluu bellowed suddenly with fright, and trembled violently.
Slowly the anger left Kofi, and he dropped the fire extinguisher. He stayed near the gate, so furious that he dared Baluu to come get him, but the giant remained on the floor, still terrified.
“Dandruwaaah!” Kofi said disdainfully.
He reached down and grabbed Pilot by the arm.
“Hey, buddy, are you alright?”
Pilot got to his feet and smiled weakly at Kofi.
“Pilot wants to sleep now,” he said weakly.
“Yeah, let’s go and sleep, buddy,” Kofi said with a relieved smile.
As they walked toward the stairs, Pilot spoke.
“Herh!” he said.
“What?” Kofi queried.
“That man was killing me paaa!” he said. “Herh, he squeezed my neck until I saw my own ghost standing in front of me.”
“I’m sorry buddy,” Kofi said softly.
“But you saved me, Kofi,” Pilot said. “Otherwise he would have killed me. I think he’s mad. Herh! He squeezed my neck paa o! I saw my own ghost standing right there in front of me ready to go somewhere la! That mad man almost killed me totally!”
“Yeah, he’s very mad,” Kofi said.
Pilot smiled and shook his head.
“Why do they keep brining mad people to our house?” he asked. “It is dangerous, you know. They keep bringing mad men here.”
Kofi chuckled, and then he laughed softly.
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious,” Pilot said with all seriousness. “There are too many mad people here. Instead of sending them to the asylum they bring them here. Very soon the place will be full with mad people.”
Kofi chuckled again, but this time in a subdued manner.
He didn’t want Pilot to pick it up and begin screaming with laughter. They had had enough adventure for the night!
“Kofi, where do you think ghosts go to?” Pilot asked when they were back in the room and lying down on their beds. “I saw my ghost standing in front of me. I almost died!”
“Go to sleep, Pilot,” Kofi said gently.
“What sleep?” Pilot shot right back. “I saw my own ghost and you want me to sleep. Have you seen your own ghost before?”
“I believe it was your soul, maybe, not ghost!” Kofi said sleepily, still basking in the glow of getting a little revenge on Baluu.
“What soul?” Pilot shouted. “Have you seen a pink soul before, you sprayer! It was my ghost, my own pink ghost. Hey, Kofi, why did that ghost have red eyes?”
Kofi did not speak.
He was fast asleep.
“Maybe my ghost is from Cambodia,” Pilot said drowsily. “That’s why it had red eyes. Ei, Cambodia ghost…”
A moment later he also drifted off into sleep.
On Thursday evening Maa Abena stood near the bed and watched Kofi reading his Bible with hungry earnestness, and she smiled to herself as she walked to the washroom to freshen up.
When she came back he was still reading, and she sat down beside him. He stopped reading and turned to smile at her.
“I have a lot of questions, Abena,” he said, his face serious. “There are a lot of stuff here I didn’t know, and there are a lot of stuff here I don’t understand.”
She smiled at him.
“I don’t think there are many people who truly understand the Bible from cover to cover, Kofi,” she said gently. “My pastor will be here on Sunday. He comes here most Sundays to pray for the inmates. So reserve your questions. You can ask him everything about the Bible on Sunday.”
He nodded, and smiled.
“I’ll do that, Abena. And thanks so much for this Bible. I’m learning a lot of things.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Kofi.”
They were silent for a while, and then she stood up.
“Well, I have to go now, Kofi,” she said in a rush. “Tomorrow is my off day, and so I’ll go and visit my parents.”
He looked at her sharply, his face displeased immediately.
“Oh!” he said, scowling. “Meaning I won’t see you tomorrow?”
She heard the disappointment in his voice, and saw the earnestness on his face, and suddenly time ceased to exist as they stared into each other’s eyes, and it dawned on her that she would also miss him. Her off days had been on Sundays, and so he had not noticed it much, because she always made sure she came to the wards in the evenings.
The roster, however, had been shuffled, and she now had her off days on Fridays.
“I’ll come back tomorrow, of course, and I’ll see you in the evening, Kofi.”
He reached out and touched her hand briefly.
“Please do,” he said miserably. “I’ve grown used to seeing you.”
That one hit her, and she looked deeply into his eyes, suddenly uneasy by a strange note she had heard in his voice.
“Well, don’t you try your flattering skills on me, Kofi Kuntu!” she said softly, looking deeply into his eyes. “I don’t fall for sentiments.”
To be continued