Madam Awusi frowned. “At least allow us to greet her properly. This is not how things are done.”
The guards exchanged glances, then one of them spoke again, his tone harsher this time.
“She said if you do not leave, we should make you leave.”
Before anyone could respond, the guards moved forward and began pushing them back toward the road. Boma tried to maintain his balance.
“Please, there is no need for this,” he said, but the guards did not listen.
Madam Awusi stumbled slightly, and Uncle Nemo quickly held her.
“This is disrespectful,” he said, his voice rising.
The guards continued until they forced all three of them completely outside the gate. Then the gate slammed shut.
For a moment, no one spoke. Boma stood still, his face tight with contained anger and humiliation. He had come with respect, hoping to do the right thing, but he had been treated like someone without dignity.
Madam Awusi looked at her son, her eyes filled with pain. “I am sorry you are going through this,” she said softly.
Boma shook his head. “No, Mama, do not apologize. This only shows who we are dealing with.”
Uncle Nemo sighed deeply. “This woman is not acting out of wisdom, but we must remain patient.”
At that moment, Afia appeared at the gate from inside. She had seen everything. She rushed out, her face filled with shock and anger.
“What just happened?” she asked, looking at Boma.
Boma forced a small smile. “It is nothing. We came to speak with your mother.”
Afia turned toward the closed gate, her expression hardening. “This is wrong,” she said.
Madam Awusi gently touched her arm. “My daughter, do not let this break your heart. What matters is what you choose.”
Afia nodded slowly, but inside something had changed.
That night, she sat quietly beside her mother, watching her in silence. The events of the day replayed in her mind again and again. Then suddenly she spoke.
“Mom, I want to see my father.”
