11/07/2025
EPISODE 6.
YOU CAN'T MARRY A MOTHER OF FIVE KIDS FROM FIVE DIFFERENT MEN!
Title: Mother of Five
Kenneth sat behind his glass office desk, fingers locked together, eyes unfocused. His phone buzzed.
Message from Dad:
> “Your mother has a big surprise for you. She contracted one of the children’s fathers to come and claim Oforiwaa and her children. The man is an ex-convict. Son, be careful.”
Kenneth's blood went cold.
The silence in the office became too loud. He rose slowly from his seat and walked to the window, staring blankly at the Accra skyline.
He picked up his phone and dialed.
Ring… Ring…
“Hello?” his father answered.
“Dad… are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” he said, his voice low. “Your mother has hired the man. He’ll pretend to want reconciliation, to confuse the media, ruin Oforiwaa’s reputation, and make her look like a liar.”
“Which of the fathers?”
“His name is Yaw Kwaku Bonsu… he’s Kwame’s biological father.”
Kenneth clenched his jaw. “That thug? He beat her while she was pregnant. Didn’t she say he went to jail?”
“Yes,” his father said quietly. “And your mother believes she can use him to separate you from Oforiwaa.”
Kenneth rubbed his forehead, filled with fire and fear. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Just... be discreet. If she finds out I warned you... I’ll not be able to know her next move.”
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THAT SAME MORNING…
Oforiwaa had just finished bathing Ama when a voice called her from the gate.
She opened the door.
And froze.
There, dressed in jeans, a gold chain, and dark glasses… stood Yaw Kwabena.
Her ex.
Her nightmare.
The father of her first son, Kwame.
The man who once threatened to throw her off a bridge because she wouldn’t give him money.
She couldn’t breathe.
“Yaw?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Yes, me. Back from the land of the dead. Where’s my son?”
Kwame, who was just about to step outside, stopped in his tracks.
“Who are you?” he asked boldly.
“I’m your father, boy,” Yaw replied, with an ugly grin.
“I don’t know you.”
“You will,” he said, brushing past Oforiwaa and entering the room without permission.
“Get out!” she shouted. “You lost every right to come near us when you left me bleeding on the floor all those years ago!”
Yaw laughed. “Eh? But when the law called for paternity, they said you’re not God. A child must know their father. You see me, I’m here to stay.”
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MEANWHILE… AT BENSON’S OFFICE
Kenneth's secretary knocked softly and stepped in.
“Sir, you have a courier.”
“I didn’t order anything.”
“They said it’s personal. No name. Just this.” She handed him a plain brown envelope.
He opened it with suspicion.
Inside was a DNA test result.
His eyes flew to the highlighted words:
> “Paternity Match: 99.8% — Mr. Yaw Kwabena is the biological father of Kwame Gordon.”
“Issued by: LifeTrace Ghana DNA Lab”
At the bottom, scribbled in blue ink:
> “If you’re smart, you’ll return what doesn’t belong to you. — A Concerned Parent”
Kenneth’s chest burned. He stood abruptly and stormed out of the office.
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BACK AT THE COMPOUND…
Oforiwaa was shaking.
Yaw sat comfortably on her only chair, chewing fried groundnuts.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Kwame is mine. I want to take him with me. The world must know I didn’t abandon my child. You’re the one who kept him from me.”
“You went to jail for nearly killing me!” she snapped.
“And I came out reformed,” he smirked.
Kwame turned to his mother. “Mum, I’m not going with this man. I don’t know him.”
Oforiwaa pulled him close.
“You don’t have to,” she said. “No one will take you from me.”
Just then, Mr. Benson’s black car pulled up.
He walked straight in. His eyes met Yaw’s.
“You must be the one behind the letter,” he said coldly.
Yaw stood up. “You must be the lover boy.”
“I’m also the man protecting this family,” Kennet said, stepping in front of Oforiwaa. “If you came here to cause chaos, leave now.”
“You can’t stop me,” Yaw sneered. “She’s still legally single, and I’m a biological father.”
Kennet handed him the DNA paper. “So you got a lab to dig up records without consent? That’s illegal.”
He stepped closer. “You don’t want to go down this road with me. I’m not scared of ex-cons, and I’m definitely not scared of desperate women hiding behind them.”
Yaw’s face twitched.
Just then, a group of tenants stepped in. A neighbor started shouting, the police is here.
Two officers entered, hands on their batons.
“What’s going on here?” one asked.
“He came to threaten my family,” Kenneth said.
Yaw quickly put his hands up. “I came to see my son.”
The officer nodded. “You’ll have your chance. But there are legal steps. For now, step outside with us.”
Yaw glared at Oforiwaa and Kennet before following the police.
Kenneth Benson called his friends the police on his way to the compo house. He knew something like this will happen.
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LATER THAT NIGHT…
Kenneth sat on the front step beside Oforiwaa. Her head rested on his shoulder.
“I can’t believe he came back,” she whispered.
“My mum did it,” he said.
She looked up.
“She found him, paid him, and sent that DNA to destroy you.”
Oforiwaa closed her eyes. “I'm playing with fire.”
He kissed her forehead gently. “We’ll fight together.”
“But... what if this never ends?”
“It will,” he said. “Not because they stop… but because we won’t break.”
Just then, Kwame walked out.
“Mum... I want to change my last name.”
“To what?” she asked.
He looked at Mr. Benson.
“Kwame Benson.”
Tears filled her eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
