A FATHER’S PAIN – SEASON 13

A FATHER’S PAIN:

Season 13

I held a one hour meeting with my lawyer, Carl Lomotey, who assured me that once the DNA test proves that the children are mine, he will ensure I have full custody of them. He was confident that the judge will grant that request.

I did not go to the hospital that day. From my lawyer’s chambers, I went to my children’s school with the hope that I will find them there. But their teachers told me they had not been to school for two days.It was obvious my estranged wife was keeping them away permanently. I assured myself that soon, I would have custody of them. I went home early that day.

On arrival, I found Efe at the kitchen; she was still crying.
I asked her to follow me to the living room where I had a twenty minutes talk with her. She listened amidst tears.

“Such is life, Efe. But, we can only move on. You will see Peter and Pamela soon. I can assure you of that,” I told her, hoping that would cheer her up.

The next day, I was up very early. If my Nora and the children had been home, we would have had the usual early morning devotion. But, alas, they were not at home so I had it alone. Then I prepared and headed for my lawyer’s place.

Carl Lomotey was waiting for me. Together, we drove to the Central Government Hospital where the DNA test was going to take place. We arrived there to find that Nora was already there with her brother and the men she had obviously employed as bodyguards. Her lawyer, Prof. Solomon Laryea, was also present. I sat down with Carl Lomotey as we all waited for George Oteng, the court Registrar who was going to be the Independent observer, to arrive.

Five minutes later, he did. We were then all ushered into a consulting room. The medical doctor who was going to perform the DNA was not somebody I knew. He was called Dr. Clement Adu.
When he said all was set and asked of the children, my wife asked his brother to go fetch them. Nana Kweku went out. He came in later with my children. Peter and Pamela.

“Daddy!” Pamela screamed on seeing me.

She wanted to dash to my side but Nora stopped her…

“Pamela! Have you forgotten what I told you?” she sternly asked the little girl.

I could see my son, Peter, wanting to come over to me. I felt like grabbing them and cuddling them in my arms. But I restrained myself, assuring myself that sooner than later, they will be back in my arms.

“Hello Peter and Pamela. How are you?” I asked them.
Cowed by their mother, none of them replied but I could see how much they wanted to.

The doctor led the way to the laboratory. We all followed him. Two laboratory assistants were waiting for us. The DNA test began. Ten minutes later, it was all over and we were told to go back to the consulting room.
Back there, we all waited. The doctor soon came back with a report sealed in an envelope. He gave it to the Registrar who got all of us to sign on the seal. Then he asked us to come back to the court the following day where the envelope will be opened and the contents known. With that, we all filed out of the place.

Once outside, both Peter and Pamela began to cry that they wanted to come to me. However, Nana Kweku and his sister, Nora, will not let them. I looked on with a heavy heart as they were dragged towards the vehicle they had come in. A few minutes later, the car was driven away.
I felt broken within.

Suddenly, I began to wonder whether Nora was the same loving, God-fearing, humble and caring woman I met years ago, fell in love with and married.

“It is okay, Mr. Mensah. Let us go,” my lawyer told me.

I felt like going back in to see the doctor to ask him what the result was but I decided against it. Of course, the children were mine. The DNA will prove it. I went home, hopeful that the next day, the truth, that I was the father of Peter and Pamela will be established.

To be continued…

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