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3rd October… Sigh! I look back on this date with a mix of emotions. First, I feel ashamed. I am shameful for killing my best man on my wedding day. I am also disappointed in myself that I could not keep my cool and allowed my anger to get the better of me. And for this, I am even more disappointed in myself for disappointing all the people who thought good of me and expected better from me. Then, I feel stupid. And this is because I could have prevented all of these when it started but I did not. Finally, I am sorry. I owe the greatest apology to Awurafua, the woman whom I failed to take to the altar a day before our wedding day. I have tried to imagine how she felt on that day and how her life has changed since then but my mind always tells me that I cannot come close to understanding her feelings. Because of this, I perfectly understand why she would not forgive me. As a matter of fact, at this point, I am not even seeking her forgiveness. All I want is an opportunity to explain myself; to let her know that I was a victim of Karma’s wrong meat.

The day before our wedding day, I was expected to meet Awurafua’s aunt. She had returned to the country for the wedding. She was Awurafua’s surrogate mother. She took my fiancée to the UK and took care of her till she completed the university and came back to Ghana. I felt a little anxious about meeting Aunty Maggie because it felt as if I was now meeting my real mother-in-law although I had already seen Awurafua’s biological mother. From what I had been told about her, she was strict and will ask me a lot of questions. Awurafua jokingly said that she could cancel the wedding if she was not impressed with me.

A dinner was planned to welcome Aunty Maggie back and I was scheduled to be there. It felt to me like it was my last supper. My love for Awurafua was my Judas Iscariot. To help my nervousness, I requested that my best friend and best man at the wedding, Paa Kow, come with me. Thankfully, Aunty Maggie came to dinner late so a good part of the evening was great for me. I could laugh and have fun with the section of the family I was already familiar with.

Then came Aunty Maggie. She announced her arrival with a loud shout of don-doooo. Everyone at the table, except Paa Kow and I, went out to greet her. They kissed, hugged and teased each other. When she was satisfied with meeting everyone, Aunty Maggie screamed, “And where is the boy coming to marry my daughter”. Everyone laughed.

I pulled myself in the slowest of slow motions out of the corner I was hiding to present myself to the woman I dreaded most in that moment. My head was bowed as I stretched my hands out to greet her. Though it was just for a few seconds, it felt like my hands hanged for a little too long for the other hand to meet it. The room as went quiet. Again, slowly, I lifted my head to meet the rage-filled face of Aunty Maggie. I was surprised. I looked around the room and saw the same surprise expression I imagine was on my face on everyone else’s.

Before I could say “Jack”, the woman was all over me. Pummeling is an understatement of what she did to me. As she did what she did, she accused me of being a fraudster. She claimed I was an internet scammer who pretended to be in love with her and swindled her of Ten thousand US Dollars. I could not react to her beatings, neither could I to her preposterous accusations. When some of the people there finally got her off me, I still did not have the chance to react. She had me thrown out of the house.

Everything that happened was simply unbelievable. I called Awurafua and all she did was cry over the phone. Apparently, her aunt had explained everything to her and it took her not up to five minutes to believe the woman – without listening to me. Blood is indeed thicker…

I cussed everything that could come to mind and turned to Paa Kow for support. I explained to him that I did not know the woman. After my first few sentences, I felt it was needless as the young man offered no support. He seemed far away and I did not have the luxury of time to bother about him. I sat behind the wheel of my car and asked him to come sit down.  Paa Kow was pensive as he sat in the car. He breathed heavily in short intervals as if he was the one who took the beating earlier.

Just when I started the car, he called me and held my hand to signal that I should turn the ignition off. “It’s me”, he said. I was confused. I raised my eyebrows to ask him to come again. “I’m the one,” he said again. “I’m sorry,” he managed.

For a minute, I went blank. I only regained my consciousness to hear him say he was using my picture as his display picture all the while he duped Aunty Maggie. It is an unfortunate thing to admit but something came upon me. Before long, I was dishing to Paa Kow what Nii Arday Clegg served Paul Adom-Otchere recently. The only difference was that Nii did his with his mouth and I did mine with my fist. Paa Kow pleaded for clemency but I was too consumed by anger to know that I was going too far with my punishment. Before people could come to his rescue, there was no life left in him.

The consequence of my action is a life term in prison. I take responsibility for what I have done – that’s my karma. But I still maintain that I am a consequence of Karma getting it wrong the first time. If only she caught up with Paa Kow for his own wrong doing, I would not be here today. A wrong meat! That’s what I am.

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