Dial - Season 1 - Episode 132

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 132

“Nana, I don’t wanna die, please!” I said, with my heart filled with real remorse. “I have come to realize that I did wrong, please! Yes, I was wrong in making love to Akos against her wishes! I was wrong in abandoning her when she was in her most vulnerable state! I am so sorry! Oh, I wish I could show you my heart, and let you see how sorry I am! Being in this village has changed my perceptions so much! Please, I have genuinely regretted, and I wish I could have done something to save Akos! Please, forgive me!”


He snapped, and another apple appeared in his hand. He brought it to his lips, hesitated, and then threw it angrily away. This time it didn’t disappear in mid-air, but it hit a cocoa tree and split into to.


His eyes, when he looked at me, were filled with unrestrained rage, and when he spoke real smoke billowed out of his ears, and for a wild moment I saw flames of fire in his eyes.
“You don’t fail to amaze me, Mr. Biko!” he said, and a burst of yellow flame leapt out of his mouth. “Even now, when you’re so pathetic and broken, when indeed your heart is filled with remorse, you still made no mention of your silly Dial List! You’re sorry, yes, but not sorry enough to see the vanity and vexation of keeping your d--n list! Even now, it is of prior importance to you! Even now, you idolize it like a sort of god! And your inability to let go of your d--n shrine, your fetish, is what will send you to your grave!”
I couldn’t speak again.

The tears of remorse fell down my cheeks as he turned away from me, opened that strange door, and passed into its black corridor…and then as I blinked, the door vanished.

I remained on my knees in deep despair, and then a figure slowly emerged from behind another cocoa tree.

It was Maame Ntiriwaa. She was dressed in a nice flowered dress, and she came slowly toward me with a stunned, scared face.
She stopped and looked down at me with horror.


“Was that the man who cursed you?” she asked in a horrified voice.
I nodded without speaking.

She reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up to my feet.
She saw the tears raining down my face.
“Oh, Yao,” she whispered gently. “Do not cry. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”
She put her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

Strong arms, the arms of a mother, the shoulders of an angel.

I was already emotionally frayed, and as she hugged me I held her, and my heart opened. I couldn’t control the tears…they flowed serenely enough down my cheeks, but they were filled with rancid pain!