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Password - Season 1 - Episode 3
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Episode Title:
A Present For Laryea
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Kofi parks the car that night at the huge car park in front of the premises.

Laryea Odamten, a Ga man who had been very poor once, has erected a house that looks like a mini castle.

Kuntu knows that one day this great house will be his when he marries Akweley.

It rises from the ground like a lion, and sprouts outward like a proud eagle.

The architecture of the house is amazing.
It is huge and spreads out, and it is ludicrous to know that such an edifice is occupied by only the man and his daughter.

The car park is almost full, an indication of the number of people who have shown up for Mr. Odamten’s birthday dinner.

Kofi Kuntu gets out of the car and straightens up his tuxedo.

He knows he looks handsome in it.
He checks the inner pocket of the coat and makes sure that the Jamaican Stone is nestling there.

Satisfied, he opens the back door and reaches inside.

A moment later he brings out a huge dispenser bottle.

It looks like the plastic can that is used for water dispensers, but the liquid in it is not water.

It is filled with wine; a water dispenser can full of wine!

Luckily, the plastic can has a handle, and so Kuntu lifts it and begins to walk towards the entrance.

He has to stop several times to catch his breath because the can is quite heavy.

He is sweating by the time he comes to the main entrance.

One of the guards manning the gates sees him and takes the can from him, and Kuntu breathes with relief.



He enters.

The forecourt of the mini castle is a thing of beauty.

Mr. Laryea Odamten has decorated it with exotic lights, awesome landscaping and jaw-dropping natural and artificial features that has transformed the whole place into an exotic, magical fantasy that belongs to a fairy tale.

There is soft music playing.

The tables are glass-topped and the chairs exquisite.

There are long golden tables laden with assorted food.

Many of the well-dressed men and women are already seated and eating, whilst others are serving themselves at the buffet tables.

Mr Laryea Odamten, Akweley and some distinguished guests are seated at the High Table.

There is an empty seat to Akweley’s left.
Sitting beside Akweley is a tall, dark, handsome young man in an excellently-tailored suit.
His name is NANA KWASI.

He is the son of a Minister of State. He has always been in love with Akweley, and it had been expected that they would have eventually gotten married, if Kofi Kuntu had not come around.

Laryea Odamten likes Nana Kwasi, and that is why he cannot stand Kofi Kuntu.

Nana Kwasi sees the gigantic can the guard is struggling with, and he sees Kuntu following the guard.

Nana Kwasi’s eyes narrow with a mischievous glint, and he stands up slowly when he sees the guard heading towards the spot where the Gift Table is.

Kuntu approaches the High Table.

Akweley sees him and she smiles appreciatively.

Although she knows her father despises Kofi, there is no denying the fact that her man is exceedingly handsome.

Maybe that is one of the reasons why her father cannot stand him.

Kofi Kuntu is too handsome for his own good.
Akweley sees the looks the other women at the High Table are casting Kuntu, the lecherous desires in the depths of their eyes, and she smiles with satisfaction.

Kofi Kuntu and his incredible good looks are hers, forever.

Akweley is tall and elegant. Her face is not so beautiful, though, but her figure is one to die for.

She holds out a hand as Kuntu reaches the table.

He takes her hand and kisses her lightly on the lips.

Laryea Odamten, sitting at the head of the table with two beautiful young women on each side of him, looks on with a dark scowl.

He is rotund, and has a shock of steel-grey hair and a handlebar moustache.

AKWELEY
Welcome,darling.


KOFI

(whispering)

D--n, I missed you, Princess. Let me go and say hello to your father and come.

She smiles demurely as Kuntu moves past her and goes to stand beside Mr. Odamten who looks up at Kofi with a smirk.


MR. ODAMTEN

Kofi Kuntukununku! You’re late for my party, you see I’m eating, and you want to distract me. What’s the matter with you, Kofi Kuntukununku?


KOFI

(sighing)

Happy birthday, Mr. Odamten. I wish you to enjoy many more years of health, happiness and wealth.


Mr. Laryea drinks from a dainty decanter, sets it down and looks up at Kofi.

Just then Nana Kwasi appears at the other side of Mr. Laryea and speaks with laughter dancing in his eyes.



NANA KWASI

Goodness me, Mr. Odamten. You wouldn’t believe what Mr. Kuntu brought you for a birthday present.

Kofi scowls at Nana Kwasi.

Mr. Odamten looks from Nana Kwasi to Kofi Kuntu.


MR. ODAMTEN

(softly)

What did he bring? What did you bring, Kofi Kuntukununku?


NANA KWASI

Oh, I told the guys to bring it over, sir. But, seriously, is that Kuntu’s full name? I never knew. What? Kuntukukuuunku? What? Seriously? So, like, Ak is going to be what, Mrs. Akweley Kuntukukuuuunku?


MR. ODAMTEN

Kuntukununku, yes, that’s his name! That’s the kind of sad name this boy is going to give to my lovely daughter, and to my grand-children! As you say, she will be known as Mrs. Akweley Kuntukununku! A name that sounds like the sound of a bass drum! Even if they name a grand-child after me, he will be called Laryea Odamten Kuntukununku, oh Jesus! Yes, that is what my daughter is going to do to me!


NANA KWASI

(shaking his head)
Akweley Kuntutukuunku! Amazing! Simply amazing!

Kuntu looks at him with venom on his face, trying to quell the anger that is assailing him.
Nana Kwasi sees it, and he chuckles, enjoying himself, knowing that Kuntu will not dare misbehave by attacking him at Mr. Odamten’s party.

And that is when the guard suddenly appears with the gigantic bottle across his shoulders.


GUARD

Where do you want me to put it, please?


NANA KWASI

(chuckling)
Oh, put it on the table, right here!
He indicates a place beside Mr. Laryea’s plate, and the guard drops the huge can on the table, making it shake.

Mr. Laryea Odamten looks at the can which is filled with the red liquid, and his face goes dark with sudden anger.


Mr. ODAMTEN

And what the hell is this?
Nana Kwasi is laughing and can barely speak as the gales rock his body.

He points at the huge can and then points at Kuntu.


NANA KWASI

Your future son-in-law brought it to you as a birthday gift, sir! That is your own full can of dispenser wine!

Mr. Laryea Odamten jumps to his feet and points a shaky finger at the huge can.


MR. ODAMTEN

(horrified, eyes bulging)
That is… that is w-wine?

Kofi Kuntu is looking very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

It had seemed like a good idea when he conceived it many months ago.

He knows his father-in-law-to-be loves wine, and that is why Kuntu had conceived the idea to bring him something he would appreciate.
But now, like almost everything else he did, it is turning out to be a disaster.


KOFI

(lamely)
Your birthday gift, sir. I know you love wine.


MR. ODAMTEN

(angrily)

And so you filled a water dispenser bottle with pure wine? You brought me twenty litres of wine inside a water dispenser bottle? What wine is it? Imported wine?



KOFI

(miserably)
No, sir! Imported wine was too expensive per bottle, and so I took it to the PAFUU DISTILLERIES to fill it.


MR. ODAMTEN

(apoplectic)
YOU FILLED THIS HUGE WATER DISPENSER BOTTLE WITH TWENTY LITRES OF PAFUU WINE FOR ME? THAT POISON? DO YOU KNOW IT CONTAINS EIGHTY PERCENT ALCOHOL? TWENTY LITRES OF PAFUU WINE IN A PLASTIC DISPENSING CAN FOR MY BIRTHDAY? ARE YOU BONKERS?


Many of the guests are laughing uproariously now.

Akweley is suddenly on the scene, and she takes her father’s face in her hands and looks at him gently.


AKWELEY

(gently)
Sorry, Dad, but you know Kofi was just trying to impress you!
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