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You guessed right. The room is a rented one. Oops! Sorry, the money for the rent is yet to be raised. But at least the mattress for the room is ready. It is what Elly’s fiancé uses in his auntie’s house. That’s all they have. Elly called me on phone at about 4am one Tuesday, Trish, our other friend was on the line too It was very unusual and my impatient self could not wait but ask: “El (Elly’s pet name), what’s going on, I hope all is well? Why a conference call at this time?” “Elly, can’t this wait until the break of dawn? I slept very late and I’ve got to go to work in the morning. Can I go back to sleep?” Trish said in a rather low tone. “Guys, guys just hear me out, okay? There is something we need to discuss and it’s about Nana and …” Elly hardly finished when Trish interrupted “…and you, of course,” ending Elly’s statement. “I hope he has not impregnated you?” I teased. “What! Akosua don’t be silly. Now will you guys just shut up so I can continue?” Then the lin...

“She isn’t the best woman in the world, this is what I have had at the back of my mind for all these years. You know what that means? It means there are more women out there with better qualities than she has but she is the one for me and I made her who I wanted her to be.” This was Francis Mensah-Quaintson’s answer to my first question about how he managed to stay with his wife for this long. He is 97 and his wife, Anna Mensah-Quaintson, 92 have been married for 71 years. They have six children (four men and two women) and about thirteen grandchildren and two adorable great-grandchildren. They live in a house with a number of their grandchildren. Their eldest granddaughter said her grandparents are never still. “Grandpa is always walking around the house either clearing weeds in the garden with his hands or helping the guys in the house fix faulty items,” Cassandra said. She said her grandma (Anna) used to sweep the church every morning until she became too weak to move o...

You read about how Jonny professed his love to me in the  first part . Emotional pain flowed out of his every pore as he spoke and I could feel it and I could no longer think straight. We ended up in my room, had sex and slept off. And that was the beginning of something. That was the beginning and it felt great, something I wish had not happened but which I liked anyway. A message alert tone on my phone woke me up the following morning. It was a message from Jonny. “Good morning pretty, I know you slept well but how are you doing? Uhm just wanted to repeat this – I’m in love with you and now that I know you do too, DW (slang for don’t worry) we will find a way. Love, Jonny,” the message read. How sweet! I thought and smiled. I couldn’t look into my sister’s eyes that day. The heavy load of guilt on my mind wouldn’t let me but  I chose to think about myself and live that moment to the fullest. Jonny and I slept together in my room each night but we made su...

My name is Sel and it is my wish that this story was a dream or a movie but it isn’t. My big sister’s husband, Jonny and I have been having an affair behind my sister’s back for two years now. I am carrying his child, something I am not proud of but have to live with for the rest of my life. My sister, Reena came back from the States with Jonny for their wedding and went back to the US. After about six months, I joined them to further my education. Jonny, also a Ghanaian has been living in the States for many years. He is a very attractive man. He has these brown eyes and dark eyebrows that make women weak at the knees. His sturdy and muscular physique would make any woman fall for him any time, any day. I did not like him in the beginning as I thought he would be a player who would hurt my sister. Jonny and I got along so well when I went to live with them. I called him uncle and he was so nice to me. I saw in him the big brother that my sister and I never had. I talked to hi...