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Forget about the sly smile on my face, look deep into my eyes and you will see pain, even feel it. What happened to me has taken away every ounce of purity from my very being. That emotional pain has left nothing but scars that will forever remain. Hurt people they say, hurt people. That’s exactly what I have been doing. I killed my love, but I did not kill anybody, confused? Come along, let me tell you my story. It was a Tuesday, not just any Tuesday for me because it was my second day after my 27 th birthday. I had fantasized about making gestures with my left hand on that day just to show off my ring but that sadly didn’t happen. What could be compared to the sight of my boyfriend on one knee posing the question on my twenty-seventh birthday?  Tell me can anything be bigger than that for a bachelorette? You can call me desperate but I have no shame; I had waited for it long enough and I thought that twenty – seven would be a perfect age to get married. My boyfriend of...

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...

Days before I met Mensah, my pastor had prophesied to me that God had heard my cry and that my teary days were over. For me, Mensah was the light that God had sent to outshine the darkness in my life. I met him through a friend when Mensah returned to Ghana from Ireland in 2014. The 42-year-old engineer was an example of the perfect man I had been praying to have in my life. He is slim, muscular, with a strongly defined face, almost perfect cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. He had been living in the UK for 22 years, schooling and working. He got married but was divorced at the time we met. He told me his ex-wife left their home in Ireland with their three-year-old baby girl for Ghana after they had a heated argument one day. ‘I did everything a husband would do for a wife but she never stopped nagging. We fought sometimes but got over them but she called for a divorce after she arrived in Ghana,’ I remember very well these words from Mensah when I asked him why ...

“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...