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She has stolen from her friends, her parents, and other people but what she finds more embarrassing is stealing from her husband, the man she loves. Aolyn has lived a comfortable life but stealing is like breathing for her and she does not know what pushes her to do it. It is not that she cannot afford the things she steals or that she does not have them. She has everything she needs but she still steals. She has sought spiritual and psychological help since she got to know about this weakness but to no avail. She is a friend and she fears her marriage is about to hit the rocks. She called me and said she needed someone to talk to. I have decided to call her Aolyn in this piece for the purposes of protecting her identity. And for the same purposes, I will not disclose much about her, when necessary, I will change some details of the information. People say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but for her, it is the confession of almost everyone ...

You read about how the  affair between Jonny, my sister’s husband and me started  in the beginning of this series and I told you about how we mustered the courage to tell my sister about  the affair and my pregnancy in the second part . I guess you have waited for the conclusion of the story. Well, here is it. With no sound in the house, the three of us sat in the living room. My heart twisted and sunk as I sat on the sofa with my head down, staring blankly at nothing, waiting for Jonny to speak. I feared what we were going to tell Reena could ruin the peace rooted between my sister and me for years; I feared she would hurt any of us or herself after she heard it all. Jonny began, Reena, there is something you need to know. Uhm…Sel and I have been seeing each other and…” My heart hit my chest hard that I thought it would break my ribs as he went on and Reena kept on staring at him with absolute stillness. Her face was expressionless with no sign of emotio...

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...

Single at 48 – I can’t believe it! This isn’t something any woman would wish for but here I am clocking 50 in two years’ time and I can’t even boast of a boyfriend! I have been single for several years now. It was a plan at the beginning to focus on my career but it became a problem at some point. I always told friends and relatives who advised that I got married that the right man would find me no matter my age. But it hasn’t been that easy. The brave face is only for them to see but the loneliness is the reality that I deal with daily. There have been times when I have stayed indoors and wept. It gets worse on my birthday each year, and days like Valentine’s. When I put on my radio and all that I hear is talk about love, when I switch on the television, all that is shown are various commercials telling people’s successful love stories. But how did I get here…hmm! It’s a long story. Like any other teenager I had a dream. My dream was to study hard and become one of the ...