Aggrey was always the biggest, gangliest, buffooniest boy in his class from Kindergarten One up to his university Pathology class. He was discontinued before we could ever find out if he was the biggest at graduation. You see, before the man succumbed to Aachwaka, his star was the shiniest, sharpest tool in the Okal shed.
He had to start selling formalin- they stuff they use to preserve dead bodies at the Mortuary, to make a quick enough buck to pay the Mama Pii Pima whose stall he really loved visiting when he wasn’t out in the field, cutting up cadavers for “research”. Aggrey still didn’t have any qualifications to be operating. He was in essence operating without a license. What his friend Benedict Ojwang, BenedictO to his friends and enemies, would do, is find the unclaimed bodies from the nation’s largest referral hospital- KiBeltBelt and pass them over to A.O for his “life saving” experiments.
The thing is, Aggrey had always been a cruel little boy. The kid who dipped locusts in the pot of porridge while at the Kendo in his mother’s kitchen, back in the village of Kadumu. Chwenye, the village tree climber had fallen to his paralysis from a mango tree when Aggrey was 12 years old and he had been on the front line of the crowd. Not to offer his assistance, but observe the grotesque and macabre ways his bones had torn through his skin and left his flesh exposed. Chwenye was a mangled mess of skin, bone, flesh and blood, and Aggrey shivered a little each time he remembered the poor man’s screams.
His brush with the injured in and around his village, inspired him to do well in Biology and make it to the University of Makelele in The Capital. Once he got there, the strong beast of a man was waylaid by the wily charms of the metal mug full of the not so frothy good stuff that turned his worries into dust. Had he ignored the sirenic call of the cup, he would have probably become one of the nation’s premier surgeons.
Instead, A.O took his failure to heart and though it didn’t turn into heart failure, it was the beginning of a series of life failures, that threatened to whittle him down to size. Not that this was possible given his size, stature and demeanour. Aggrey isn’t one to be messed with. He can match you inch for inch (yes) and pound for pound.
So, while wallowing in his misery but finding it hard to ignore his mother’s various missives from Nusia, he decided to visit her and allay her fears of a less than prosperous future for him. Somewhat. That was when he met the fruit of the most delicious and luscious lush tree in all of Nestern.