Archive for May, 2009

Dan Rosen was a brilliant man; brilliant beyond his years and beyond his time. His mind was vast and his intelligence endless. And like most geniuses, no one quite understood him. Accused of unethical and illegal human experimentation by the country he dedicated his life and heart to, Rosen left the US and set his sights on Ghana. With the Hybrid Africa project, Rosen hoped to fulfill his legacy once and for all.

Nana Nimako loved his daughter-in-law, but he still believed she was responsible for his first grandson’s obvious slowness. When she got pregnant again, he decided it was time to ask his gods to step in. This second child was not going to be a nincompoop.

One child, born of science and altered by black magic. February 14^th, on a day of dreams a living nightmare begins, setting in motion a series of events that no one could have predicted much less controlled.

The birth and dawn of a new era.

TENDAI.

Prologue

She lay on her back on the bed, listening to the radio and reading her Danielle Steele book, Fine Things. She was nearing the end of the book, and her eyes welled up with tears. Such love and devotion, she thought. She loved soppy love stories, books about family and commitment. The doctor had urged her to relax during the last months and she was doing just that. She rubbed her bulging belly fondly and waited to feel the baby kick. It didn’t, and she left her hand lying there.

The large house was quiet as usual. Her first born Osei was in his room, most probably playing a computer game. At the age of four, he was hooked on them. She didn’t mind, but her husband wanted him to cultivate other interests. Thinking about him made her smile. She loved her little boy.

There was practically no sound from outside either. Everything was still and silent, but she liked the peace and quiet. In a few years, the house would be a war zone. Her husband wanted a large family and she didn’t mind either. Her first had been an easy birth, and this second one had given her no problems so far. She hoped it was another boy. Most women didn’t want two boys in succession but she wanted to give her husband boys that looked just like him.

She reached across the bed to change the station on the radio and then she felt it. She paused, surprise written on her face. It couldn’t be a cramp. It was too sharp, acute. She gently stroked her belly, and she felt another sharp pain. Her face contorted and she cried out. It was a kick, a vicious painful kick that rocked her body. She screamed out loud when she felt another horrifying kick succeed the first, and then another. She fell against the bed and started screaming.

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Earlier this week, I had a conversation with someone, let’s call her Abena. Abena is seeing someone new, and I asked how it was going. She said she was confused. She likes the guy very much, but people keep telling her things about him which is confusing her. She said she’s realized she’s quite gullible, and usually influenced by talk, and once again, she doesn’t know what to think. 

She isn’t the first.

True scenario, names changed:

Joyce starts to date a new guy. Ajoa finds out Joyce’s man is a cheat. It takes Ajoa a while, but she witnesses a clear act of indiscretion and tells Joyce. Joyce says, ‘Hey, it’s my situation, I love him, no one is perfect, I’m staying.’ 

A short while later, Ajoa gets involved with someone. Based on my observations, and what I know, I tell her, I don’t think this guy is treating you right, take it easy. Ajoa tells me, ‘When you get yours, play cha-cha with it. This is my situation; there is no perfect man out there.’

Less than a year later, Babs starts to date someone new, someone Ajoa has dated. Ajoa tells Babs her man is no good. Babs says, ‘I know what I’m doing, thanks for the advice. No one is perfect.’

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