THE UNFAITHFUL WIFE
I woke up very early the next morning,
well determined to go to any length to
take my children back from my wife
and to Put them under my care. I
swore that nothing was going to stop
me from having them back.
After I had my bath, I skipped breakfast
and got ready to go see my lawyer. I
was driving out of my compound when
a car drove up and pulled up beside
mine. A young fellow got out and came
up to me.
“Good morning sir”
“Are you Dr. Ofori-Mensah?”
“Yes” I replied
“I have this for you,” the young man
said, handing me a document. I
recognized it immediately as a court
summons. Immediately, I knew where it
was coming from.
“So, Nora thinks she can get the courts
to compel me to give her money, eh? We
shall see”, I said as I opened the
document. The young man, having
already made me sign for the receipt of
the document got back into his car and
drove away while I read through the
“Jesus Christ!” I found myself exclaiming.
My estranged wife, Nora, was not out to
compel the court to make me give her
money. She was praying the court to
subject our children to a DNA test which
she said would prove I am not the
biological father of the children.
I could hear my heart beating violently in
my chest. I knew I had to calm down. I
took some deep breaths and then
reclined the seat of my back so I lay
somewhat supine in it. Then I began to
analyze the matter. Within seconds, I
came to the conclusion that the DNA test
my wife wants conducted was in my
interest. It would establish beyond every
reasonable doubt that I was the
biological father of my two children.
Quickly, I phoned my lawyer and told
him about the court summons. He said
he will come over to the hospital during
his lunch break to take the summons.
With that agreed, I headed for the
hospital, my workplace.
I suddenly was in high spirits as I drove
towards the hospital because I was
more than confident the DNA test was
my best chance to have my children
back. Once the test proves they were my
biological children, the courts will order
my wife to return them to
me. Evenwithout the DNA, anyone who
looks at them will see some resemblance
to me though admittedly, they
resembled their mother more.
In the afternoon, Carl Lomotey, my
lawyer turned up and together, we
poured over the court summons and my
wife’s demand. Carl said sooner than
later, the saga will come to an end.
“I can tell that Nora is so confused; she
does not know what she is doing,” he
said. I nodded confidently. Then he left
to begin preparing my defense.
We were in court two weeks after I
received the suits against me. I arrived
in court that day with Carl Lomotey to
find that Nora was already present. I
took to the dock to the left of the judge
while Nora stood in the one on the right.
Her brother, Nana Kweku, was present in
court. So also were one of her sisters,
two aunts and an uncle. Her lawyer, Prof.
Solomon Laryea was also present. She,
however, did not bring the children to
the court. Somehow, she looked very
confident, and honestly, very
beautiful. She also had a defiant look
about her. However, neither her beauty
nor her defiant expression had any
effect on me. All I wanted was to have
my children, Peter and Pamela, back
Under my roof. I missed my Children.
“Court rise!” a court clerk suddenly
intoned. Everyone in the court room got
up. A very slim man led the judge in to
the court room. The court clerks and the
lawyers in the court all bowed their
heads to him before he took his seat.
Then everybody sat down.
To be continued
Will Paul be able to take the custody of his children?