Akaa & Alima V

It’s the birthday edition of Akaa & Alima….!! (Insert dancing emoji, please… lol)

As most of you already know, it was my birthday last month! Yes I’m finally 21 haha! I have so much to be thankful for! So much to be grateful to God for. So much going on… And by the grace of God, I can say, “The lines have indeed fallen for me in pleasant places!”

So cheers to greater things ahead, I’ll be sure to remind you all before my next 21st birthday, lol!

Since this part was supposed to come out on my birthday and couldn’t, it had to come out today, on my best friend’s birthday!

Happy Birthday Lois! I love you!

PS. Please don’t forget to pre-order Perspectives here: https://elisetirza.com/whats-new/

And if you missed any of the parts, find them here!

Akaa & Alima, Akaa & Alima II, Akaa & Alima III, Akaa & Alima IV


Character Line Up

(Because as usual, I have too many people involved, and a lot of us tend to get kind of confused!)

Ato – A pastor that frequents the Agency.

The Agency – A discreet agency for high class escorts.

Akaa – Rich businessman, who frequents the Agency. Has a preference for Alima.

Dionne – Akaa’s wife. A beautiful petite Pharmacist.

Alima/Lina – Young girl, high class escort at the Agency.

Naana/Nina – Scarred young girl with a son, born out of rape. High class escort at the Agency

Adzo/Anna – Young woman, with past sexual traumas. High class escort at the Agency.

Dr. Daniel Anto – Orthopaedic Surgeon, who frequents the Agency.

Celine – Anto’s wife. A constantly nagging Caterer.

Talaata – Divorced multimillionaire who frequents the Agency. Her preference is younger men.

Teju – Young man, high class escort at the Agency


It all felt natural. Waking up to a man cooking her breakfast. Alima imagined this to be what marriage looked like for a minute few. A very minute and lucky few.

He was frying some eggs when she went downstairs.

“How do you like your oatmeal? And I have some Crunch Haven Granola also… best Granola there is if you ask me, and also Some Baawa Tom Brown… really great stuff! Whichever one you want, I’ll make.”

She was giggling, because he looked like an idiot offering her food.

“I’m a Waakye in the morning kind of girl. But I’ll eat your eggs.”

“Let me order you some then. I can cook you jollof in the afternoon…”

How was he so adorable? Is this what he did for his wife?

“So would it be weird to ask about your wife?” He seemed to pause from frying the eggs for a bit. They had been told to never ask clients about their spouses. Or their real lives.

“What exactly do you want to know?”

“What’s she like? Do you love her? Do you still have sex with her? Is she naggy? Am I just a distraction? Does she know about this?”

If she was light-skinned she would be as red as a beet! Her face was hot, and she was embarrassed. What was she thinking? A few months his mistress and she was going crazy!

Why on earth am I asking such stupid questions? Of course I’m just a distraction? What am I expecting, that he’ll disown her and then come get me?

Get it together Alima!

“Hahaha that was just a joke… please don’t answer any of that. I get silly once in a while… and you should see the look on your face!”

It was an awkward situation, yet somehow he managed to salvage it.

“One day, we will talk about her…right now I want to feed you… feed you food, then feed you… other things, that can satisfy you even more than food can.”


Adzo had motion sickness. It was her first time on any flight, and she hadn’t anticipated this. It was an eight- hour direct flight to Köln. 

She’d had a series of lectures prior to the trip. The Agency had special trainings for any of the girls that needed to travel. They were going for 2 weeks. She’d been given some spending money, and a visa had been arranged for exactly 2 weeks for her.  There were rules to follow.

The airport in Accra was her first awe. Of course she’d been taught to pretend all these were luxuries she was used to. She looked like that first class seat she was in was what she’d been in over and over again. She fit the bill of classy madam going to Germany for a weekend because she was tired of the heat in Ghana! 

Anto called for the flight attendants to give her some specific meds, which calmed her rumbling tummy, so she slept half the flight. He was always great company! It felt nice that he was quite worried about her. For a minute, she imagined being married to this man, casually re-arranging her schedule to accompany him on a work trip. 

That’s what she was going to do this trip… pretend she was the wife. 

She had hopes of marriage in the future. Didn’t know if she wanted any children, but a companion was definitely something she wanted. 

She slept almost all afternoon in the hotel when they arrived. It was a plush hotel that she intended to explore completely!

When she woke up, he was working on a presentation.

“Anna… I asked room service to bring you some tea… just have a few sips, and maybe sleep a bit more? You’ll feel a lot better in the morning.”

She didn’t want to nap. She wanted him. She wanted him in the bed at just that moment. The thought of using this completely foreign place to make love turned her on.

She wasn’t really a shy person, yet she couldn’t tell him.

She undressed and took a quick shower, and walked to the desk he was working at.

In less than five minutes, she’d succeeded in getting him into the bed.


It was too early for anyone to be at her door. Talata had a little too much to drink the night before, and was already slightly hangover. A car honking at her gate at 8am on a Saturday morning was definitely not one of the things she had planned for!

“Madam, please your father is at the gate.” It was her security man calling the house to inform her.

She swore under her breath.

How was her father there? When did he come to Accra? Was he ill? Why of all days was he here today?

Teju was still fast asleep. His rich skin looking even more delicious this morning. She didn’t know if she should wake him up, or just let him sleep. She needed to let him know not to get out.

But he was tired. He’d been excessively thorough with her last night. She smiled despite herself, just thinking about it.

She left him sleeping, dressed up, and run outside to meet her father.

“Mba… hu etila bin kala?”

First mistake. It already annoyed him that her Frafra was abysmal. As a child, she only spoke it when she realised she was in trouble with him. As if to appease him. And he had caught on a long time ago. He seemed already annoyed, and he could tell she was guilty of something.

“I have called you so many times in the past few days.”

She caught Teju’s boxers in the corner of her eyes. It was in the couch. Where they’d made love before moving to the…

“Talata, are you even listening to me?”

“Of course Mba! This past week has just been so busy, I don’t even know where my phone is. And my assistant said nothing about any calls from you.”

“Every day assistant this, assistant that. I cannot call my daughter directly anymore? Your mother must be turning in her grave. I’m glad she went first. It would have broken her heart to have to book an appointment to meet with her daughter!”

It was really funny how her father still had this much of an effect over her. She was over forty, for crying out loud! He was one of those fanatic Catholics. Strong in faith, and even more resilient in religion. He had almost cut her off after her divorce. Because a Christian woman does not get divorced. “You are married to your work, how can you marry man?” 

She had to get him out before Teju woke up. Or it would be a disaster!

“Daddy, what’s happening in Accra?”

“I cannot visit my daughter? Talata, I am alone in the North. You refuse to visit. The least I can do is visit once in a while?”

To her stark mortification, Teju walked in holding pancakes. “Baby, pancakes?”

At least, he was fully clothed.

“Daddy, it’s not exactly what it looks like.” She had no idea what to say.

“Papa, meet Teju. He is the man I talked to you about. We’re planning to get married. He came in this morning to make me breakfast, because I’ve been so busy I forget to even eat.”

Almost suddenly, he seemed to light up.

“Teju. Sounds like a Nigerian name.”

“My grandparents were Nigerian Sir. But my parents, God rest their souls, were both from Ghana.”

Even Talata did not know that.

“Sir, I will set the table, please join us for pancakes. We cannot have a good conversation without food.”

Was Teju suddenly some sort of actor?

“We have been planning a trip to the North sir. We will definitely make it once this work phase goes through for Talata.”

Her father seemed pleased. Somehow Teju had fixed the situation without knowing exactly what the situation was.

Talata felt like she was living in a movie. Had she missed something?


Ato… you know you should never have been a pastor. Coming from a lineage of pastors does not compel you to be one.

This was the constant battle in his head. A constant fight he had in his mirror. It was the battle in his head right now as his father tried to explain things to him.

He loved God. And he was grateful to Him. Because He was the source of the family riches wasn’t He? The church was how they lived, and they lived very well!

But he loved women too.  Settling on just one was his parent’s idea. Marriage had never been a thing for him. Why stick with one, when you know full well you cannot live with just one?

He had been discreet about his relationships in school. So even though he had been a youth leader at his Father’s church, he had multiple women lined up in different places all the time.

The church work was not for him. He had tried to reason it out with his parents so many times. It didn’t seem to make sense to them.

So he did the work they wanted. And got his knacks on the side too.

He only got introduced to the Agency, and surprisingly, it was from blackmailing one of his father’s lead Elders. He claimed he had stopped, but

So in the past six months, he had tried four different women. All beautiful. All very sensual. The agency explained to him that he could always choose a new one. If he ever felt the need to settle on one too, that was an option. He doubted he’d settle on one. The point was to have multiple.

“Ato. We suspend people so that others will not learn from their sins. So that they will openly repent of their sins, and then change their ways!”

“Daddy, the only thing you’re succeeding at is having people hide their sins better! Knowing that the church will degrade them for sins, they ensure they’re not caught! Do you think the rate of sins have gone down because of your famous suspension? Of course not. They have all just gotten so good at hiding the sins!”

“When you humiliate wounded people for doing the wrong things, they don’t stop doing the wrong things, they learn to hide them better!”

It was such a perplexing situation. He had never understood it. Yet his father stood by it, because his father had done same, and same with his grandfather before that.

He’d learnt awfully early that if he hid his sins properly, his parents wouldn’t find out. He had been great at keeping his infidelities a secret. And he could only imagine how many in the congregation were living his kind of life.

He thought back to the last girl he’d had at the agency. A thick girl with a Liberian accent. She had a nose piercing and a belly button piercing that turned him on instantly!

She had handled him so well, he was so close to tears when he finally came!

There was no way he was letting go of the agency. It was a perfect fit for him, and he knew it couldn’t be just him. For all he knew, half of the presbyters used The Agency!


“Mba… hu etila bin kala?” – Father what are you doing here? (Frafra, a Ghanaian language)

Mba – Father

Akaa & Alima IV

It’s been an interesting month already! Of course, October is always the best month – It’s my birthday month! It’s also breast cancer awareness month! So please let’s all #getthetittieschecked!

This month, we’ve all seen the terrible things going on in our sister country. I stand in solidarity with our Nigerian family, protesting for life – something we should never have to beg for! We should all stand with them. We pray the government somehow sees the light and comes up with a way to #EndSARS and #EndSWAT!

Now… As my birthday approaches (22/10, in case you were wondering, lol) You’re going to be able to pre-order Perspectives! Yes, I’m beyond excited! Also, I would be so happy if this month, you could share both Perspectives and Akaa & Alima with everyone you know! Let’s talk about it everywhere! And as always, I look forward to all your comments, feedback, critique, etc. 

Hugs, kisses, and birthday expectations,

Elise.


Character Line Up (Because too many people are getting involved, and a lot of us are kind of confused!)

The Agency – A discreet agency for high class escorts. 

Akaa – Rich businessman, who frequents the Agency. Has a preference for Alima.

Dionne – Akaa’s wife. A beautiful petite Pharmacist.

Alima/Lina – Young girl, high class escort at the Agency.

Naana/Nina – Scarred young girl with a son, born out of rape. High class escort at the Agency

Adzo/Anna – Young woman, with past sexual traumas. High class escort at the Agency.

Dr. Daniel Anto – Orthopaedic Surgeon, who frequents the Agency.

Celine – Anto’s wife. A constantly nagging Caterer.

Talaata – Divorced multimillionaire who frequents the Agency. Her preference is younger men.

Teju – Young man, high class escort at the Agency



Adzo, Naana and Alima got close while learning to manoeuvre themselves at The Agency. Alima was always the blithe girl that everyone loved. Adzo was quiet. Almost too quiet. But she was a great listener. Naana was like the middle ground between the two of them. She was not exactly Alima’s happy-go-lucky kind, and she was certainly not Adzo’s overly calm type.  

In the beginning, they were all quite oblivious to their fates. They assumed they’d come to school. With time though, they figured it out. They weren’t exactly averse to it though, because they enjoyed each others company, and the people at the Agency were actually lovely. Plus the men treated them well. 

And even though they were considered close, they really knew nothing about each other’s pasts. 

Lately, Alima was constantly dancing on and on about her one client. It was pretty pathetic watching her, seeing how she was somehow falling for some idiot who had a home and a family, yet still required their services. Actually, it was sad to watch. The had been warned against falling in love. Naana had tried to talk her into her senses. Adzo had used her eyes as usual, to communicate in that way that all three girls understood. But Alima was besotted!


Talaata was a force to reckon with! When she walked into a room, not only did she ooze charisma, her fragrance preceded and remained long after she’d left. She smelled of gardenias and something people could hardly place. It was ‘Rich Aunty Oud’ she always had on.

She was tall and beautiful, with the high cheekbones of a model, and quite a bosom! Her backside was not exactly her strongest feature, but she had wide hips and moderately thick thighs that gave her a very statuesque look. And she flaunted it with every opportunity she got. She enjoyed wearing accentuating clothes and jewellery, and her closet contained shoes that could probably build a mansion!

She didn’t mind at all being the centre of attraction. She was quite young (depending on your individual understanding of the word, and considering her achievements), energetic, and very successful. And she was one of the sweetest, most stylish people. 

She was a computer engineer, who had branched out into business. She owned two firms that worked on production and assembling of computers and providing parts that were difficult to find in the country. She owned another firm that provided software to multiple banks and other financial institutions. She’d done very well for herself. She worked hard. Very hard. 

The few women in her industry were mostly robotic, ‘try to be like a man to fit in’, kind of women. And she detested that. She was not one to be found in a boring grey suit – the hallmark of most of the women in her field. 

She started using the agency when she turned forty. It was her birthday present to herself. She’d tried a few relationships since her divorce, but none of them seemed to understand the enormity of her work. She’d done a few younger boys, and much as that worked well, they always seemed to want something more. She didn’t mind getting them all they needed. Rent? A car? Some fees here and there? The latest phone or PlayStation? That was never a problem. She just needed a clear head and availability, without pressure, stress or a blabbering mouth.

There had been one young man though, who had almost won her heart. He was great! A medical student who didn’t have too much time on his hands to be wondering if she wanted to go out every weekend. He was hardly demanding and was a very simple gentleman. It worked well for both of them, because the sex was great, and the company even better. But she had to end it when he mentioned a girlfriend. He had met someone at school and was ready to take it to the next level with her.

 It was fun while it lasted, but she could take care of herself.

Just before her fortieth, Talaata decided she was done taking care of herself – not necessarily in every sense of it, but her toys couldn’t hold her at night, and her weighted blankets could definitely not whisper sweet-nothings into her ears. Her money couldn’t buy her a listening ear, or a shoulder to lean on.

It was interesting though, how many of her married or dating friends complained. 

“The sex is crappy, he barely lasts two minutes. (And that had included foreplay, she said) and when it’s done, he’s usually not interested in a second round. His head game is weak, and honestly, he’s only out here looking to please himself. He doesn’t listen!” 

She tried to sympathise with them, but to some extent, she was often jealous that they had actual bodies warming their beds. So she took her life into her own hands, and jumped on the Agency’s wagon. She had absolutely no regrets. A year and a couple of months in, and she had a regular young man she saw weekly at the agency. There was also a special system in place that allowed him to meet her in town once in a while. She would have her driver (who had also been made to sign an NDA) pick him up, for a weekend when she didn’t have work. He was called Teju. Somehow, she knew that was an agency name, that he had an actual name. She didn’t care really. He was great in bed, had a proper sense of humour and could really cook! (He usually made breakfast when he stayed over, because she had her cook and helps take the days off whenever he was meant to visit her home.) His pancakes and French toast were to die for. His head game was a solid ten, and she had no scale to rate his stroke game. He was definitely everything she wanted, and a little more. It was a great arrangement!


Akaa was not thinking straight. 

He wanted to take Lina out. Out of the agency. For a week somewhere. She had seen so little in life, and he wanted to be the one to show her. 

It was not impossible, but the agency had such strict regulations concerning this, and their privacy documents and NDAs were quite excessive – in addition to a hefty insurance amount, to be returned only if the girl was brought back safely without so much as a scratch, as well as a substantial amount that was paid to the girl, as an allowance for the trip outside the Agency.

But he desperately wanted to. He hadn’t told her yet, but he didn’t think she would be against it. 

He had a whole week planned out in his head. They would go to his Ada beach house – that was his only property that didn’t have any caretakers. Once in a while, he went there to get a clear head. Dionne didn’t like that house. The shape of the swimming pool was not to her taste, and the dark-tile theme of the house gave her the heebie-jeebies. She preferred blush and gold themes. He’d allowed her to style their holiday homes in Busua and Elmina. And he’d done Ada and they’d both done Akosombo. So when she needed to get away, she typically went to Elmina. He went to Ada. And when they planned something with their friends, it was mostly at Akosombo.

So it was the perfect place to take her. He just had to take care of a lot of things at work, to be able to afford a whole week off. 

He was excited just thinking about it. And it gingered him to get so much done at work!


Anto needed an escort to an orthopaedic Conference in Germany. Much as Celine would have been the most ideal person, and it would have been a great opportunity to work on their marriage, he didn’t know how to see himself alone with Celine anymore. The kids made it easier. He wanted a fun trip – hadn’t had one in ages! He considered using his usual girl from the agency, but he remembered them mentioning the process involved, and he didn’t know if he was ready for all that. 

That weekend at the agency was amazing! Anna, his girl, was a very quiet one. It was almost as if the agency knew he needed peace of mind. Plus she knew exactly what to do to and for him. She would usually give him a really good massage and listen to him talk about work. He would explain some procedures as if she understood exactly what they were. She was a great listener. Celine would never even let him complete one sentence! 

It was always relaxing with Anna. He enjoyed holding her, gently holding on to her very full, very sensitive breasts, and kissing her all over, feeling her hands touch him everywhere. He loved her calm disposition, and how she looked him in the eyes whenever she went down on him. He loved it when she called his name just before she climaxed. 

“Danny…Danny!” That alone could make him nut!

He especially enjoyed how she lay quietly in his arms whenever they were done and totally spent. He would just kiss her neck and ears, and she would shudder and squirm many times, before falling asleep. He would wake up and either find her awake, in his arms just staring at him, or asleep – a quiet small figure in his arms. There were days when he would wake up to her kissing his chest, waking him up to early morning sessions. He genuinely enjoyed every single minute he spent with her. 

He was going to have to figure out a way to fulfil all the Agency’s demands. He was taking Anna with him to Germany.


The house was like something out of a dream. Alima had never seen anything like it. It had a long driveway, leading up to quite a big house. With a large, tall door, and many glass windows. The inside was what she imagined a fort to look like. The ceilings were high, and most of the décor and tiling were black and white. The monochrome effect gave it some mysterious look about it.

“I did the décor for this house. The simple black and white appeals to me… makes it easy for me to think.” He said, handing her some wine. 

He had picked her up himself in a rental car, and they’d driven through Accra, to Ada. It was the first time she was seeing the outside properly. He drove her through some beautiful places. She had to stop herself from asking where he lived. It would probably have dampened the mood. They had good conversation and good banter the whole ride. 

After pouring her the wine, he had to reply some emails. So she took a shower. The master bedroom was what anybody would dream of! There were beautiful paintings everywhere. Paintings that probably cost more money than she’d ever seen in life. The dark grey carpet was so soft, she imagined it would be what it felt like to walk on clouds! The bathroom had a sizeable shower place, in addition to a large bathtub. The mirrors were very elaborate. The balcony leading outside of the room overlooked the sea. It looked so intimidating! She had never actually seen the sea before, but she had imagined herself walking along the shores, with the wind running through her hair. The place just made her breathless!

She took a long shower, hoping he would take his time.

Dear God, or supreme being, if you actually exist, this is the kind of life I want to live when I leave the Agency. I don’t want to have to suffer. 

When Akaa returned, she was in bed, asleep. She was in a bathrobe; it looked like she hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep. 

He was actually smitten. He didn’t want to think about it much, because he didn’t know where it went from here. All he knew. Was that for the next week or so, he was going to have an amazing time – and ensure that she did too. 

Who knew, he could even decide to get her out of the agency, get her a place like this, and then ensure that she did all the things she wanted to do!

Akaa take your damn time! You are a married man, with children, responsibilities, and quite a good reputation! Don’t throw it away for knacks!

But it really wasn’t the knacks was it? He was in love. With a prostitute. Who did that? Who fell in love with the person they were only using to get what they weren’t getting in their marriage?

He took a shower to help clear his head. He thought and thought. Dionne could never ever find out about her. The best thing would be to actually forget about Lina. This is what he liked about this place. It really cleared his head. It gave him sense. 

She joined him in the shower. He had been so deep in thought that he only noticed it when she touched his back. His body responded even before he could process her touch. All the thinking flew out the window. He kissed her deeply, running his hands through her thick wet hair. Her hands roamed his whole body. Slowly, he pushed her against the cold glass pane, his lips travelling from her neck to her nipples and then all the way down. She was surprisingly already sopping… He made love to her multiple times that night, in multiple places, and multiple ways! There was no denying it. He was in love with her.

And it was not a one-sided feeling.


Akaa & Alima III

Third part out! So sorry it took so long. We’ve been dealing with some techinical difficulties. I promised to be good this year, and I’m working haaard on that! So while those technical issues are still not fixed, I’m here trying to be a loyal writer regardless. Lol! As always, please let me know what you think!

You can find the first two parts here : Akaa & Alima and Akaa & Alima II

Enjoy your weekend! 

Elise.


The morning after had never been an issue for Akaa. It was always a solid goodbye, and an “I guess I’ll see you another time.” When he woke up this time, it was sometime after 4am. She was curled up in a funny way, with hand still across him. Her lips were parted slightly, and the covers had fallen off her chest, barely covering her, hips down. His natural instinct was to pull the covers over her. But he wanted to look at her. He could not believe that he had to leave in barely 6 hours. She was breathing heavily, and the rise and fall of her right breast was stirring up his member. She was beautiful!

She stirred a bit. He pulled her towards him, placing her head on his chest, and covering them both up. She lifted her head up… sleepy, searching eyes… He looked her in the eye and put her head back on his chest. She fell asleep almost immediately. He fell asleep about an hour later.

She woke up two hours later and ravished him all over again. Akaa left the resort a very happy man.

His next visit was about a month later. She had been on his mind all month though. He had to make a conscious effort to not contact her in any way. There were secure emails for messaging the girls if they wanted to. Although it was mostly used to sext,

He also had to constantly bring himself to stop thinking about his birthday weekend.

The surprise birthday party Dionne and the kids planned for when he got back could not top it in any way. Once, she caught him smiling to himself, while he lay in the couch, thinking about ‘Lina’.

 “I have the most amazing woman in my life… and she made sure I had the most incredible birthday I’ve had in years! What’s there to not be happy about?” She kissed the top of his head. She had no idea!

It was a Friday morning when he got to the resort. He had so much on his mind that day. He had one company that was somehow fast becoming a liability. And he was considering selling it off. He had a buyer… in fact, he would have many buyers if he wanted. But the main problem was with the staff. If he sold it, he was probably laying off about one hundred and twelve people. A hundred and twelve people that would suddenly have to figure out a way to feed their families.

She was such a good listener. She sat with him and watched him whine about the issue.

You could add a clause to the conditions of buying the company. Nobody is to be laid off till they’ve worked there a few months at least, and their competency evaluated. If they don’t make the cut, they can be laid off. A year is good enough time for many of them to find new options?”

He was awestruck. She is intelligent too!

Why hadn’t he thought of that? Maybe instead of a few months, he’d insist on a year. It would definitely limit the number of possible buyers, and it was unlikely that they would agree on a whole year, but it was a good starting point for negotiation. She handed him a glass of chardonnay and continued talking.

I’m not a business person, but I understand that these risks do come up. You just need to let the staff know ahead of time what’s going to happen, so they don’t feel cornered when the time comes. Some might already have options, and will happily move on. Some of them will have to start looking. Whoever buys it, will have to figure things out however they want to, but the staff should at least have some time.”

He marvelled at the tall dark beauty in front of him. Her thick, dark lips were still moving, but he was really just staring at them, not listening to anything.

Akaa… you’re not listening to me. You don’t think it makes sense?

He grabbed her and kissed her. His tummy was fluttering, and all that was very new for him. Even Dionne hadn’t made his tummy flutter in before!

This weekend together, they talked a lot. He talked about his family, showed her photos, and discussed some of his companies, a couple of his friends.

She only talked about her life at the agency. It was almost as if that was the only life she had. The other guys she’d been with, how she enjoyed the company of the other girls and guys, but there were times when she wished she had other people to talk to – people to discuss all the books she read with, and her plans for the future.

She talked about learning to code. It was something she’d started working on, and was thinking of getting an online degree in. She enjoyed reading technical books. Books about different things in life. She told him about that time when she was new there, and read a whole book on anatomy and physiology just because she enjoyed it.

They had so much to laugh about. She avoided many questions about family. It wasn’t allowed. Besides, she’d tried her best to repress the memory of her family. She wasn’t going back there anytime soon.

Do you ever intend to be married in the future?

No.”

He was surprised at how sure she was of the fact that she didn’t want to be married.

There are millions of girls out there – especially Ghanaian girls, whose sole ambition in this life is to land a rich young man and be married. I’m not one of them.

She looked genuinely unbothered.

My dreams are almost limited. Because of how little of life I’ve seen. I was 15 when I got here. My uncle had to lie about my age for me to get accepted. Right now, I’m really just twenty. Although my body and my documents say otherwise.  I’ve only seen two places in life. When I’m done here, I want to see the world – all of it. I don’t know if the conventions of marriage will allow me that. I don’t intend to be saddled with a man, who will find me strange, or weird, and will eventually end up in an agency like this one, screwing girls who are better at sex than I am. Or worse still, embarrass me by chasing other girls right under my nose!

I want to go to university – even if I’ve already got my degree online, I’ll want another one. I want to be able to sit in some office for a bit, and be paid for my mind and not my body. One day, I will actually make Hamamat proud!”

There was a fierceness in her last statement. He knew Hamamat had to be her mother.

She realised immediately she’d said too much, and gotten emotional. It’s just nobody had really asked her about her future before. She’d thought it over and over, but she’d never actually voiced them out. But she knew she had to make her mother proud. One day when she had her money and her way.

I enjoy the time I spend with you because you’re not just ‘body’. You think, you help me reason. And I like that. You’re beautiful, Lina, but you’re also very bright. Your dreams are valid. You will see the world one day.”


Naana came into the agency as an adult. She was one of the few who did. She had always lived with an aunt and her older brother. Their father was abroad, but she didn’t really know him. Once in a year or so, when they were a lot younger, they would go to a communication centre to call him, and ask how he was doing. He always asked what they wanted when he was coming. She always said a Barbie doll and a white sparkly dress. She never got them. He never showed up.

When she was about nine, a group of her brother’s friends started coming to the house. He was about fourteen years old then. She was somewhat friendly with them. Mostly because she was considered a reserved child, and had very few friends of her own. When she hit puberty somewhere around age twelve, the guys all started making advances. It was a joke in the beginning. Who would she serve water first whenever they came to visit? Who would help her with her homework… who would explain the silly movies they were watching to her. She enjoyed the attention, and would wear really small clothes because she noticed the girls they usually ogled wore clothes like that. And then she noticed that they paid her more attention on those days.

Although they all jokingly wanted to woo her, there was one of them in particular who gave her the most attention. She liked him a lot. Sesime. He was not the most attractive of the bunch, but he was the one who paid her the most attention. He would never leave their home without giving her a compliment or two. She enjoyed his lingering gazes a lot more than she did the others’ because he always had something lovely to say along with the gazes. He talked to her about some of the high school kids and the crazy things they did. He asked her what she thought about things. He offered to help her with homework all the time. She liked him a lot.

He kissed her first on her thirteenth birthday. He had written her a long note, and had come in early in the morning, before her brother was up to give it to her. It was still a bit dark, and she was supposed to be doing chores. He handed her the note, and sang a whispered “Happy Birthday” song for her, and then gave her a quick soft kiss on the lips.

That’s how their ‘relationship’ started. She was thirteen, and he was eighteen. It was a weird relationship. There were times when he didn’t want to be seen with her, and other times when he literally worshipped the floor she walked on. It was confusing, but she enjoyed the attention. So she stomached it all.

She was about sixteen when it happened. The incident that changed her life. Two incidents actually. The first one occurred late one Friday evening. Her aunt had travelled out of town to a funeral, and her brother had decided to host a small party for his friends at their house. They were also inviting many girls. He had only recently started taking in alcohol, and enjoyed the high it gave him.

That night, four of his friends took turns having their way with Naana. What hurt the most, was that Sesime was one of them – he was the first! Her brother was stuporous by then.  She begged, and cried and screamed, and they seemed oblivious to her plight. Or rather, they enjoyed it! Because they were laughing the whole time. The music was too loud, nobody outside could hear her. They were way stronger, and seemed to have had it all planned out.

She had heard that they did these things. Especially to the girls in the town who played hard to get. But she didn’t expect she’d ever experience it. She definitely didn’t expect it to involve Sesime too. Besides, he’d never even asked for sex. Maybe if he had, she’d have given it to him. She’d never played hard to get. She had genuinely liked him.

She tried to pretend it hadn’t happened. Because who would believe her? Her brother was there. Why didn’t he save her? There were other girls. Why was she the only one? She was in a skimpy dress… why wouldn’t they rape her? She was just sixteen. What was she even doing at such a party?

So she kept quiet. She didn’t even tell her brother.

The second incident occurred about six months later, when a speeding Ford hit the motorcycle her brother was on, while on his way to run an errand. He landed off the road, and everyone assumed he was dead. When a taxi driver finally rushed him to the hospital, they were told he needed emergency surgery, after which he could be paralyzed for life. He didn’t even make it to the surgery. He lost too much blood, they said.

The first time she saw Sesime after the incident was after her brother’s death, at the funeral. It was about a year after the initial incident. He was apparently in University… That was a big deal. All the girls were all over him. She avoided him like a plague.

He cornered her towards the end. Said he had something to say to her. She didn’t know how scared she was until he asked why she was shaking. He had the nerve to ask why she was shaking! Before he could say whatever it is he wanted to, she had fled into the kitchen. Good thing she didn’t have a knife, because she would have killed him. The rage and fear combination she felt, definitely played with her thoughts.

She never saw him again. Her aunt asked her to prepare to be sent to her father. She knew that was never going to happen. The day she was supposed to get her documents sent to obtain a passport, a middle-aged man met her, and asked if she wanted to become a high class lady with a degree. He explained to her that she would be paid, and within about 4 years of working and schooling together, she would be free to go home with all the money she’d earned. She liked the idea. She told her aunt she was going to school, packed her bags and left. She was happy to have whatever reason there was to leave that house.

The man sent her to live with a lady for a while, till she was actually eighteen.

That was how she ended up at the agency.


“Dr. Anto, The patient has refused to give consent. Says he’s royalty…can’t go into eternity without a limb… The resident tried to reason with him, but…”

It didn’t look like the scheduled amputation was going to happen. This wasn’t he first patient who said this.  He wasn’t going to be the last.

Between his private hospital and work at the General Teaching Hospital, Derrick was usually swamped! His wife lived in Tema, (about an hour away when traffic was sensible) with the kids, while he usually stayed in the hospital quarters because there, he had his peace of mind.

There was no “Enti Kofi, entumi nfa wo socks nto washer no mu?”, or the usual “Ay3 wo ho workaholic. Your children barely know you, nanso daabi…. Dabiaaa it’s case wei, anaa case wei…” This living arrangement had been working for the past 5 years. Their oldest was ten, and the youngest seven. He tried to go home fortnightly, and sometimes he’d get the kids over to do something. Once in a while he’d have them sleep over at his place.

He started using the agency only a year ago – and already he couldn’t get enough of it! One of his long-term patients witnessed a phone call between him and Celine, and said he would “help him.” He only needed discretion in return. The first weekend he got there was one he could never get out of his head. He had gotten his emails, and had had all the paperwork done. They’d ask for his preferences in a woman, and he’d been very detailed – thin, but with full breasts and buttocks. Very light skinned, white, if they had that, and very short. The woman they brought him, was the exact kind he’d envisioned. She was also a very skilled lady. Because somehow, she left him shaking!

He was tired of Celine who was always ordering him about when she could, with her ever persistent nagging. So in his mind, to get back at her, he wanted someone who was the exact opposite of her. Celine was tall and big. Had always been. But two children later, she was even bigger. Before the kids, she’d at least had a good waistline, and he was okay with that. I mean, which African man didn’t want something thick to hold on to? But they got married, and after child number one, she let herself go. He was also too busy at work to notice much. And then child number two came, and it got worse. That, coupled with her constant nagging, caused him to gradually move out of their home.

She was a caterer for multiple Hotels in Accra… she got busy from time to time.  But generally, she had quite a lot of time on her hands. Most of the work was done by her cooks. She wanted him home.  He genuinely enjoyed his job. Some called them the carpenters of the profession. The bone breakers. And fixers. He didn’t care. He enjoyed it. He made good money. But it made family life difficult. Celine made it even harder. He couldn’t fault her though. Anyone would want the person they married home a few times a week at least. Her approach was what he had an issue with. She was too naggy! The demands of the job sometimes pushed him to stay weeks in the hospital. In the beginning, once in a while, he’d have some nurse take care of some of his needs. They were mostly all over him anyway. He was a 6ft male, with great abs and a good build – one of the few perks of the job. Who wouldn’t want to hit that?

But he didn’t want to start rumours. One thing he prided himself in was his reputation. He didn’t follow anything in skirts the way a number of his colleagues did. He was known for more honourable things. “As for Dr. Anto, even if you call him at 3 in the morning for any emergency, he’ll show up! And he’s excellent!”

So the agency was really a good thing for him. On the few occasions when he had the time, he’d go spend a weekend. When he didn’t, he’d go in for just a night. It worked for him. Celine assumed he was too immersed with his job. She hadn’t even tried to look good for him in so long. He no longer expected her to. It was always one quarrel or another whenever he did go home.

The hospital was his home. But gradually, the agency was becoming his happy place.

Akaa & Alima II

The second part is out! (Already!! Don’t I deserve any accolades please? Lol!) Thank’s for the feedback on the last one guys!

PS. It might get a bit steamy in here… lol, but lets see how it goes eh? As always, please let me know what you think. (Especially what I can do better :D) If you haven’t read the first one yet, find it here: Akaa & Alima

Enjoy your weekend! ❤


She was 12. Obviously the youngest in the maternity room. And shrieking in terrible pain. “Your colleagues are sitting behind desks studying, and look where you are!”

“Don’t you dare scream – you shouldn’t have been sleeping around in the first place!!”

“If I hear you one more time, you will spell out to me this minute what you were doing with a man, when you were supposed to be in school!”

There were only two nurses that were actually nice to her.  Some were indifferent. Others only insulted her behind her back. None of them actually knew the story, but it didn’t really matter. She was in so much pain, she doubted their being nice would make any difference. She just wanted the thing out of her as soon as possible.

The doctor had scheduled her for a C – section, but she’d gone into labour way before. She was apparently already close enough by the time she got to the hospital. So they let her try.

At the point when she thought the pain was going to make her pass out, one of the nice nurses started shouting! The head is here, finish hard!

It was a baby boy.

Adzo never really knew who her father was. He could have been any of the many men her mother brought home from time to time when she was much younger. When she was ten, she started seeing one man more often than the rest. He was a scary bulky man, for whom her mother would cook proper meals. He seemed to give her money also, because suddenly they were eating better than before, and wearing better clothes.

They moved in to live with him about six months later. And that’s when it all started. It started with little anger issues. And steadily progressed to very harsh words. “If I hadn’t brought you and your daughter out of that gutter you were living in, would you be here telling me whatever you want to say?” A few times, there were actual hot slaps!

A few months after they’d moved in with him, she could tell her mother was fed up. But she needed the help. She wanted Adzo to go to a good school, and she wanted to get more from the provision store he had set up for her. And of course, she was enjoying the ‘upgrade’. She was no longer the rumour of their tiny village. Those who insulted her in the past no longer had grounds to.

He started forcing himself on Adzo when she was eleven. She was so scared, it took her a whole month to report him. The first time she told her mother, she slapped her hard across her face with the back of her right hand! Her large fake ring left a tiny cut on her face. ‘You are a witch! You want to spoil my marriage eh? You and that bastard father of yours were brought into my life to destroy me eh?! It will not work!’

He was there that evening. He knew why she was being beaten. He knew he had leverage now. So he kept at it.

She had no idea when she got pregnant. Her period hadn’t even regularized since menarche. She passed out in school one hot Wednesday afternoon, and was rushed to hospital. All she saw when she got conscious was her mother wailing.

“Adzo you just want to disgrace me in this life.” Her stepfather was sitting next to her, looking just as disappointed. That was probably what confused her the most. “Who is the father? Which schoolboy have you been messing around with?”

Apparently she’d gotten anaemic, and a routine pregnancy test they did for all young girls showed she was pregnant. Her parents had been called and told. Suddenly, she was the bad girl.

She remembered crying so much, wondering if anyone was ever going to believe her. One afternoon, before she was discharged home, one young doctor walked in and sat with her. “If you want me to call the police, I will.” That’s all she said. She knew. Someone finally believed her. Of course she had asked her not to call the police. It was a taboo to bite the hand that fed you. She didn’t want her mother hating her all the rest of her life.

After the baby was born, her mother had her sent to live with her father’s family. She never actually met the man himself. But after a week in their home, she was sent to the City. She’d heard them talk about where they were sending her. They assumed she could only speak Ewe. She had friends who spoke Twi. She knew they were sending her someplace that took young girls and gave the family good money. She didn’t care at that point. She didn’t know what the point of her existence was really. They might as well send her far far away.

It was the last time she saw any of her family members.


It was at noon that Akaa was given the letter. Alima (Her name was Lina to her clients.) was brought in to him an hour later. She was dressed in a wine tank top, and mid-thigh length white jeans. She was beautiful. Very beautiful. Tall, and dark. Glossy dark. Lupita kind of dark. Her eyes were big and searching, her lips were naturally very full. Akaa hardly met females that were anywhere near his height. But this one could easily stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

“You must be Mr.  007 – it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you!” Her heart was thumping the whole time, as she extended her hand to greet him. He was even more striking than he looked in the photo.

“I am, and you must be Lina, you’re very beautiful!”  

They exchanged pleasantries, and decided they wanted to go for a swim.

The agency had two indoor swimming pools, and two outdoor ones. Their whole resort was very security conscious, because of the clientele they had, and the kind of privacy they required. So it didn’t matter which of the pools they chose – they would have all the privacy they needed.

They decided on the outside pool. He wanted to see her beauty in sunlight. She changed into a dark red bikini, which complimented her dark skin so beautifully. Akaa had seen so many beautiful women. He’d dated many, even had many of them move to him. But this young girl somehow had him reeling.

“I’d be really happy if you could put this sunscreen on my back… my skin tends to feel a bit weird when I’ve been in the sun too long.”  Akaa was more than happy to. He lay her on her back, and lathered the sunscreen all over, in a very salacious manner.

“Is this why you have such beautiful skin? Sunscreen?” She laughed.

“My skin is all good genes. Almost no effort. I wish I had some sort of routine to share.” They both chuckled.

Lina had been taught all what to do… she’d been prepared a whole year for this client. But it seemed as if she was forgetting all she was taught. She genuinely liked him! In preparation, she had had five other clients, and none of them were anything like Akaa.

They were hardly interested in her as a person. They only wanted the discreet adventurous sex they paid so heavily for, and that was it. Probably just one of them actually knew/remembered what her name was.

Akaa was interested in her. He wanted to hear her life story – of course she was not supposed to tell it. She didn’t. He looked at her like he wanted her – not just for the sex. Like she was desirable, as a person. He gave her butterflies. And that was almost a new concept for her.

In the swimming pool, he wasn’t interested in groping her underwater, as apparently was the custom of many of the men. He wanted to race her for a few laps. He splashed her with water, and she retaliated. He was fun. She liked fun.

Lina had been instructed to tease him – and that she did. Tease him till the stroke of midnight – no sex, no head. They’d watched a movie in the living room of his suite. It was one of those touchy feely ones, and she had been in his arms the whole time. Stroking his thigh half the time, noting how aroused he was, and purposely pretending she hadn’t.

He swung her head around at one point, and kissed her. It was a slow kiss. As if he really wanted to taste her. She didn’t protest, until his hands started going up her shirt. It wasn’t quite that bad till she felt his fingers on her right nipple. She started questioning herself. She was probably not going to be able to hold back till midnight like she thought. This was the first man she had actually wanted. The others were obviously duty, even though she was great at acting as if she wanted them. This one, she wished she could have – and they hadn’t even made love yet.

“You’re torturing me, Lina!”  She only laughed, and walked to the bar, to grab a drink. She swayed her broad hips as much as she could – she knew he’d be watching.

It was a little after 10PM when their movie ended. And she had to figure out a way to fill the time, or he’d have her on her knees in five minutes.

“You know, you still have this innocence about you. And I know that to be working here, and be sent to me in particular, you must have been here a while.”

She smiled. “I don’t think I’m innocent, Sir.”

“Please call me Akaa. I know I’m not supposed to tell you my name. But I like you. Call me Akaa.”

It was when they finally got round to love making that she knew she was screwed. She knew there was no way she would forget him. There was no way she could work with other men without thinking of this night. While she was bent on pleasing him, and ensuring that he had a grand start to his 40th birthday, he had his mind set on ensuring her pleasure as well. As she squirmed uncontrollably in his hands after he’d expertly eaten her out, he lay watching her for a while, and then started kissing her face and ears and neck and chest.


Akaa was amazed. Not many women had brought out this feral sex beast out of him. Lina was beautiful. She was… innocent, for the lack of a better word. She knew what she was doing, but she lacked the outrageous expertise that came with knowing a girl had been with so many men.

She was just perfect. Didn’t try to make a show of her orgasms – they overwhelmed her thoroughly, she seemed almost embarrassed by them. She didn’t seem like a sham. He knew many of the girls were.

And when she went down to give him head, he could swear he saw shooting stars! She started slow and thorough, and before he could say jack, she had him all the way back to her throat. He came in her mouth, and she gagged for a bit, trying to swallow it all.

What a woman!

“I love it when a woman can tell me what she wants or doesn’t want during sex.”

She seemed surprised by his remark.

“You want me ranting and raving and panting altogether?” He chuckled… “Was I that bad?” She laughed out loud.

“I don’t know for sure if I know exactly what I want. I haven’t been with m….”

She paused, embarrassed. Because she knew that she was supposed to be experienced. She was supposed to know these things, somehow she really didn’t.

“I did enjoy everything we did… She said, with her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He kissed her neck and held her tight against his chest. He realised she was going to be in his thoughts anytime he and Dionne made love.

And none of the girls had ever had that effect on him.

Akaa & Alima

It has been months since I wrote anything proper. Writers block? Coronavirus? Work? Let’s blame them all lol. I’ve been working on this lately since Perspectives publishing is taking forever (thanks to the global pandemic).

This is an incomplete story, about some realities of life. I don’t have a title for it yet, so let’s just call it Akaa & Alima. Thank you guys for reading my stuff, and critiquing me, and encouraging me, even threatening me! Perspectives will definitely be published soon. In the meantime, here’s Akaa & Alima.

PS. To all the Barca fans out there… my condolences? Lol! It gets better… take it from this Arsenal fan!


Dear Mr 007.

Today, we have a special young lady for you. We realised you were getting tired of seeing the same old faces over and over again, and we took it upon ourselves to change that today.

As always, this young lady is to be at your beck and call for the duration of your visit here. She is to ensure that you have a comfortable stay in every possible way, especially considering that tomorrow is a special day for you. To ensure that tomorrow is made extra special, she is under strict orders to disallow anything sensual, until the stroke of midnight, when the day begins. Everything else, however, is allowed.

She is a deeply affectionate lady, and has been trained to take care of you, and your needs. Don’t hesitate to let her know if there’s anything you’d want or need. As much as it may seem so, she will not be a passive partaker, rather, a very active one. Unless of course, at any point in time, you’d prefer her passivity.

She is not a good dancer by many standards. However she will enjoy dancing with you, and is very warm to that prospect. She knows you do not want anything extra … however that term ‘extra’ is very relative. By her standards, there will be nothing extra.

 As you always do, We know you will treat her with all the respect, dignity, and care that’s necessary. You are set to have an amazing visit, which will constantly replay in your memories, and leave you wanting much much more.

We, as always, have you in mind. You remain our favourite client.

Cheers.

Management.

PS. As you already know, this message will self-destruct an hour after you open it.

Akaa could already feel his loins twitching. It had been a long while. Initially, he did this once every month or so, when he could. At least for the most part. Because of business though, and a few other things that needed handling, he hadn’t visited in close to eight months. But they knew he’d be back for his birthday month. He needed the time away.

‘They’ were a company that ensured that his sexual needs and fantasies were all taken care of. They were very discreet, very reliable, and had never failed him in the past 2 years that he’d been frequenting their facility

Akaa was a married man. Married with three beautiful kids – A six year old boy who was a spitting image of him, their surprise 5 year old girl, and their adorable two year old girl.

His wife was beautiful! His most prized asset, he called her. Whenever they attended an event together where he had to speak, he’d call her up and introduce her – always, without fail. “And everyone, this is my precious Dionne, my most prized asset.”

Dionne was very light skinned, with delicate features. She was mixed-race, half Lebanese, a quarter Ghanaian, and a quarter Ivorian. She was also very petite – didn’t look like she’d had three children. At thirty five, she looked twenty. She was the lead Pharmacist at a large pharmaceutical company. She was great at her job, great at being a wife, and even better at being a mother. Only issue he had was Dionne was how unadventurous she was.  But that was okay. He didn’t want to bother her with things that would put a strain on their marriage. So he made sure to take good care of her, and the kids too, while ensuring he was also well taken care of from time to time. He took her everywhere whenever he could. She knew most of the nitty-gritty of his work, and knew when he had to be out late and when he had to travel for work. She was also a pretty busy person. Hence she trusted him – there was no room or time for mistrust.

Once every month or two, she ‘knew’ he had to travel for an audit. It was held in different places, and she could not possibly suspect a thing, when she was the one who always packed and unpacked his bags, and never found anything odd.

He didn’t want to disrespect her by finding a side-chick, or some regular girl, that would one day show up at his house to blackmail him. So the agency was ideal, really.

He had stumbled upon the agency quite by mistake actually. He had driven out of town once when he needed to think – there was a great business deal he was getting into, and much as it was going to be lucrative, it also had excessive risks. Driving helped him think. So he’d driven two hours out of his home in Accra, somewhere close to the Kwahu Mountains.

He was cruising somewhere in the mountains, in a particularly deserted area, when he spotted the building. It was almost underground. Initially it looked like a fancy new factory that was half above ground, half underground. After circling it for a bit, it looked like a huge hotel. There was no signage, so he got curious. He drove in, thinking he’d call Dionne and say he took a drive and only just realised he was too far out to drive back home.

He wasn’t allowed in initially. The security man had to confirm from the front desk if he could be allowed in. he was asked for his name, and a photo ID, to be able to get the verification from the front desk.

Of course most people had heard of him. So it wasn’t hard getting in. and when he did get in, he was ushered in the manager’s office. She was a beautiful young woman, looked mid-forties. She had a short perm cut, and had well-done make up. Her eyes were big and beautiful, and when she got up to meet him and shake his hands, he realised she had long, beautiful legs.

She was a pleasant woman. She explained that they were an up and coming human resource centre that was planning to train different people from all walks of life, for different positions in different companies. They exchanged pleasantries, and he returned home that evening.

It wasn’t until a few months later, that an old colleague visited from Switzerland. They were in deep conversation at the golf club, when he mentioned an agency that ensured that men had their needs well taken care of. They however had a number of rules, of which discretion was the biggest. They gave code names to each member, and communicated via special email servers, with emails that would automatically delete a few hours after being read. It was a very well planned and very thought out system they had. It excited Akaa.

They never forced any of the girls into anything. They took care of each girl’s education and wellbeing, and none of the girls ever had any complaints about the system. Their facility also had everything in-built, so there was little to no chance of getting found out. They had surveillance cameras all around and did not let just anybody past their gates. And if they did, they fronted as an HR institution. Each person also signed series of NDAs, so it was somewhat foolproof.

It dawned on Akaa then that it must have been that facility he saw. They allowed new members in only via referrals. So his friend got him hooked up, and that started his new lifestyle.

It made his life so much easier. There were no plans of destroying his marriage – he had a great marriage. And he had a great sex life on the side. He didn’t have to worry about the fortnightly missionary sex they had. He was fine with it, because he knew that he had a regular supply of doggy-style, wheel barrow, good head (Dionne didn’t give head) etc. and it was all no strings attached! It was an expensive agency, but it was very well worth it.


Alima was fifteen when she was sent in by her uncle. She had always been the beautiful girl everyone envied – she developed rather early, and was quite voluptuous for a fifteen year old.

She was the tall wide – eyed girl, with rich black skin, and thick full hair. She’d been lucky in that regard. Her brothers all had their father’s skin – light with freckles, and their mother’s physique – stout. She on the other hand, had taken her mother’s black luxurious skin, and her father’s family buxom figure.  Black, silky smooth skin, with no effort required to maintain, and the body of a goddess! She was also a very smart girl. Although her father did not believe in education, she had heard about school from one of the rich boys, who had lived in the city for a while, and been to school. He could read, and had started teaching her a thing or two. Everyone knew it was only because he wanted to marry her.

Hamamat, her mother, was the first wife. There were three wives. She’d had only sons initially – six of them. Alima was the last child, and the only girl. Her mother loved her so! No matter what happened at home, she was always the favoured one.

Her father wanted to marry her off quickly. Because of her exceptional beauty, he knew he could give her away for a very large dowry. But Hamamat wouldn’t have it!  She wanted her daughter to go to school and have a beautiful future. She didn’t want for her the kind of life she had been dealt with – the kind she had no say about. Her daughter would have a say.

So she delayed the marriage many years. But she knew her tactics were not going to keep working. So when she turned 15, her mother asked her brother to send her to the city. To ensure that she somehow got the education she wanted.

Abu had only recently been told of the consult that took girls and made them into high class women. He didn’t know the full details, but he had heard they gave you money for bringing young girls, and when they returned 5 – 10 years later, they’d be high class women who wore modern clothes, and spoke good English. He had been put into contact with one lady there, and arranged to send Alima there. The person who told him had made him know that he was not allowed to let anyone know anything about it.

When the day was up, they left at dawn. Hamamat didn’t want any of the other family members interfering with her decision to give her daughter the best. Her husband was out of town, so he wasn’t the problem. The plan was to cry and pretend that Alima had run away into the city, because she’d heard so much about it.

It was a whole day’s journey. They weren’t just going to the city, they were going to the capital. They stopped in 3 different places, and rested at the sheds while waiting for the buses to arrive.  Alima didn’t know what exactly would happen, but she was happy about the prospect of going to school, and becoming a high class lady. She saw women driving in the city, and decided the next time she visited her hometown, she would be driving there.

Her uncle sent her to Aunty Nita, the lady who was to take care of her for the next few years. They met at the bus station, and she took then to a small restaurant to eat while they discussed and signed all that needed to be signed.  He had lied about her age and said she was eighteen. (She had already been told not to ever mention her actual age, or they might send her back to the village.) He was given a hefty amount of money ‘for his travel.’

Nita was a nice lady. Not very beautiful in the face, but she was soft spoken and very pleasant. She was also very classy. The exact kind of person Alima wanted to be. She was in a very trendy jumpsuit, with a stylish updo, and her nails were painted a beautiful plum. She was very calm and quiet.

In the first one year, Alima and 4 other girls were taken through formal education. They were taught to read and write, and only allowed to communicate in English. She was everyone’s favourite because of how fast she learnt, and how zealous she was.  They were also gradually taught to use computers, to type properly, and to do basic receptionist work. At the end of the year, each of them was given a diploma in typing.

The next one year was for grooming. They were taught to walk, and talk, and act like ladies. Taught to sway their hips when they wanted to attract men, and to bat their eyes in sensual ways. They were taught to eat like ladies, in the most posh settings, and to drive and swim.

It wasn’t until the third year that they found out the reason their families were given money for them to be educated. By this time, they knew and loved most of their instructors, and felt indebted to them, especially due to how well their families were compensated, and how far they’d come as ladies. So there was no going back. They were taught the art of seduction in the third year.

Alima in particular was specially groomed for one client. She had seen a photo of him – tall, extremely dark handsome man in black sunglasses, wearing a T-shirt and blue shorts. He was laughing. He had a glass of wine in one hand, and was waving with the other hand. One look at him and she had butterflies in her tummy.

He was the one she imagined every time they were teaching her to do something. Twerk, pole dance… or whatever. She prepared a whole year to meet him.

She was only allowed five practice clients and those clients were really just to be sure that she was ready for that one client – Mr. 007.

Perspectives X

March 2020! Just three months into the year and somehow we wish we could start it all over! We pray for much better times ahead!

I’ve got a big surprise! As I mentioned, this will be the final online part of Perspectives.

I’m happy to announce that Perspectives is getting published into a book in a few months! I’m grateful for all the support and the love and the feedback (also for all the threats and the 2am discussions – I really love you guys!) Let’s anticipate the book! Let’s share Perspectives with the world!

Aaand If you’re a little late to the party, or a little behind, you can find the other parts right here:

Perspectives IIIIII , IVV , VIVIIVIII & IX

Love,

Elise


Sometimes, God’s answers are a firmly shut door.

The funeral was very solemn. He was a well-known, well-loved man.

There was none of the usual celebrations that people were used to at funerals or wakes. The atmosphere was grave… literally.

Sarah was inconsolable. It was as if she’d finally realised what could have been.

She’d played so many scenes in her head countless times! Like that time when he took her on a boat cruise because she was stressed. She kinda gave him hell, but she had a good time! Then there was that time, when she was pregnant, he’d rub her feet every evening before she went to bed, because he knew it felt good and she liked it. There was no way she was going to land a man like him again. Especially with her attitude, and she knew it.

Oh, Bruma!

His little girls were in cute black dresses. The oldest had been very quiet. She could somehow tell what had happened, and she knew that this was tragic. The youngest was in wondrous oblivion, running between different family and church members. She was a happy soul, much like her father had been a few years ago.

Nadia wasn’t at the funeral. Sarah knew because she looked out for her.

God, Bruma was a good man, I’m so sorry!

As the senior pastor preached, Sarah thought back to that letter she had written to him before he died. Was she to blame?

“So many times we question God. Why do good people die? Why does such a great man of God have to die so soon?”

“What becomes of his family? Did God not think about that before taking him away?”

I didn’t love him as much as I should, but God, Bruma deserved a good end to life!

“There’s never an appropriate answer to these things. One day in Heaven, there are so many questions God will answer for us. Sometimes we say this person or that person deserved a happy ending. Brothers and Sisters, Pastor Bruma’s good ending is in the bosom of the Lord! This world of rot isn’t where our happy ending is. This world of disease and death, stress and fear… This world isn’t great!”

It was a good thing that Bruma’s brothers were not stressful people. The extended family had started some drama, but it was to be expected. They knew Bruma had some wealth, and they knew there was no way they could have it all. Sarah wasn’t going to let them.

She thought about Nadia. Where was she? Why didn’t she show up? It was pretty obvious she was in love with Bruma, and Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe they did have a thing before he died.

It didn’t matter now. He was gone. She had disappeared too.

Sarah was jostled out of her sleep by Nadia opening the door. The door had this squeaky sound it made.

It had been 4 weeks. Maybe this dream was the indicator.

The doctors had discussed it with her so often. His brothers had visited, and had also been talked to. Initially it was a very vehement No.

With time, it was looking as if there was little that could be done anymore.

He was taken of the vent a week ago, and he was somehow breathing spontaneously. He didn’t have the abnormal heart rhythms anymore. But he was still not conscious.

Bruma was gone. Sarah sighed.

It was time to pull the plugs.


Dear Adeola,

Your letter was quite interesting to read.

I think about you too. More than I’ve thought about any man before in my adult life. And trust me, there have been an insane number of men who have assumed I should think of them.

Unfortunately, I wish the letter was enough to let me let down my guard and run back into your arms… I do miss you, but I don’t know if this is it.

Regarding your wife/ex-wife/soon-to-be-ex-wife… I’m sorry about your loss. But hey, don’t you think it’s so unfair of you to decide to hold her back because you’re not ready to move on?

It’s interesting how some men will always try to find a way to control women. I’m glad I ‘brought you to your senses’ and glad that you’re finally signing your papers and getting your divorce. Good on you!

Unfortunately this makes me wonder what lengths you’d go to, to keep me from doing something if it didn’t agree with you.

You take me back to my twenties, when I still had butterflies in my tummy for a man, when I lived and dreamed that fairy tale life. It’s a beautiful thing. It feels good to know that my ‘heart of stone’ can actually fall in love again. And I’m grateful to you for showing me this!

But apart from the fact that I barely know you, I’m gradually getting the feeling that you don’t take it too well when things don’t go your way. Things will not always go your way Adeola, and that’s not always a bad thing. You move on, and you make it work.

I wish this was the reply you anticipated. I wish I could say that knowing the full story makes it easier for me to run back to you. I’ve come to care a lot about you, and this isn’t an easy decision.

I’m happy to remain friends with you, to figure out if ever I can stop being sceptical about you.

Thank you for sharing the truth with me however. Somehow, it puts things into perspective for me. On a lighter note, it looks like I can check ‘falling in love with a married man’ off my bucket list!

I’m happy to hang out and meet once in a while, but please don’t expect too much.

Best,

Yaa.


They had somehow fallen into some sort of unwritten, unspoken routine. Sarah did the day shifts, usually heading home at around 6pm, to return at 6am. Nadia did the evenings and nights. It had been a week, and there was little to no sign of improvement. There was one time when Nadia thought she saw him move. She rushed out to call the nurse in the corridor, only to come back to a completely still Bruma.

“It must have been a figment of your imagination Ma’am. There’s nothing to show any activity. I know you want this badly, and sometimes it can make you see these things.”

Sarah hadn’t said anything about the letter yet. There was no use. First of all, because there was no telling if he would even come back to life, secondly, she didn’t enjoy drama. But mostly because she felt indebted to this woman. All she knew about her was that her name was Nadia, and she was from the United States. Whatever affair she had with Bruma, it was unlikely they were physically intimate, he hadn’t been to the US in so long. And when he did, he was in the company of church people. Unless of course she had been the one to come to Ghana, she didn’t see how an affair was possible.

You’ve pushed a man that cared so much about you to an early grave!


Wendy had discussed Adeola with Yaa after the letter. Somehow it looked as if she was looking for excuses to not be vulnerable – and she’d told her this. Even though she didn’t think she was going to be with any man anytime soon, (or if ever), she knew that Yaa was in love. It was obvious. Yet she didn’t seem to want to be put into that vulnerable situation anymore. “That’s the thing with you ‘boss-chicks’, Yaa! You don’t want to be helpless in any situation.” She laughed.

They were walking the baby around Yaa’s neighbourhood. He was such a bright eyed baby boy, turning his head to look out of his pram at everything they passed.

“Give him a chance! At least now you know he’s gotten that divorce.”

“Madam, I thought you had sworn off men a few months ago, look at you asking me to run after a man!”

This was the friendship they both needed. The kind of friendship every woman needs. No judgement, no fear, just true, profound companionship.


The minute she woke up, everything from the day before started flooding her mind. She could almost see it all again. She felt blank for a short while – almost as if she was watching it play in a movie, something unreal. And when that lifted, that’s when she felt pure heartbreak. For over an hour, she cried hard. For all she’d given, all the sacrifices she’d made, all that she’d almost given up, and most importantly for what she was about to do.

At noon, she knew she had to check out. She also had to eat something. She ordered a sandwich in their restaurant, and picked it up on her way out.

She made straight for her parents’ house, knowing that her dad would be home and would have questions. She didn’t know if she was ready to talk. All she needed was to work. To get her mind off all of this.

“OJ… This is Dr. Akyia.”

“I know I haven’t called you in ages! I’ve been out of town for a while, and I’m only back for a short bit.”

“I can’t say I’m well.”

“I need your help with something. I need an expedited divorce!”

“I caught him in bed with another man.”

She almost broke into tears saying those words. It still felt unreal.

“Yes, Monday morning should be fine. Thank you OJ. I appreciate this.”


Andrea woke up in OJ’s arms a very content woman. He was still fast asleep when she woke up. He didn’t snore much, but he had this heavy breathing that for some funny reason was endearing to her. And she felt his breath tickling her neck.

She didn’t want to move much and wake him.

The music was still playing, but it was more hush now.

They’d spent most of the night drinking and dancing in his living room. He was such a good dancer. And he was goofy. They did rap battles to really old songs from when they were kids, and then they slow danced to Luther Vandross and Backstreet Boys songs. The night ended beautifully – drunk sex!

How had she missed out on these little things in her marriage? Or was it the marriage tag that took them away? She and Gyedu had never had anything remotely close to this – not even when they were dating.

Yet she hoped he had no plans of asking her to marry him anytime soon. She wasn’t ready… and she didn’t want any of this disappearing into thin air. This is the happiest she had been in so long!

It was probably close to noon, but they hadn’t really made any plans. They’d promised to pick the boys from her mother’s place to see an animation at the cinema later in the evening. Speaking of her mother, she knew that she had many questions to answer soon. She had seen that look on her face, and she knew she had to start preparing her answers.

He stirred behind her, and held her closer, nibbling on her ear. “You dance so well even in bed!” He grazed his fingers lightly on her arms, giving her goosebumps.

It felt good. She turned around to kiss him. Morning breath or not, they started making out, and she could already tell what they’d be doing all afternoon.

They were interrupted by a phone call.

He wasn’t going to pick up, but she shoved him towards the phone.

“Oh hi, Dr. Akyiaa,”

“Haha yes, it’s been really long! How are you doing?”

“Wait, what? Why? What happened?”

“Oh wow! I can clear up some things from my Monday morning. Is that fine with you?”

He hung up, with a faraway look on his face.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“You can’t tell anyone this! My friend caught her husband in bed with another man! She wants a divorce.”

Andrea was suddenly nauseous.


Nadia was doing some work on her MacBook. There was a lot that needed to be done in person, and they wanted to know if she was coming back anytime soon. Of course she couldn’t be too sure. It had been a month already. He was off the vent and breathing by himself now, so that was definitely some progress. The doctors didn’t seem too enthusiastic though, but she knew he would come to. He had to!

That’s when she heard Bruma sigh.

She thought she’d imagined it. Probably like that first time when she thought she’d seen him move.

But it happened again, and his eyes started to flutter.

Nadia sat still for a minute. Her heart was thumping!

She needed to be sure she wasn’t dreaming. She shut the laptop, and placed it on the floor.

Bruma opened his eyes. He looked into her eyes, and she didn’t know what to do. What if she moved, and all this turned out to be some illusion?

He coughed a bit.

It was real. He wasn’t dead. He was moving. His eyes were open, he was alive!

“Dry.” He whispered, pointing to his neck area.

“Water.”

Nadia was on her feet, but she couldn’t move. She was dumbstruck… totally dumbfounded.

He shut his eyes again for a minute, and she moved closer to his bed. Maybe she really was hallucinating. He opened his eyes and tried to reach out to her with his hands. It was a weak effort. She went straight to him now, in tears.

He noticed the tears and tried to touch her face. She crouched by his bed, her face close to his, grateful, and joyful, with so many emotions bubbling in her heart.

She heard the footsteps, but it was as if she had been glued to his side.

He was alive!

“I don’t know if you understand, Doc. I had a very vivid dream of what his funeral would be like. Maybe it was a sign.”

“It has been a little too long, and chances of full recovery are very slim. But I believe we can give it another week?”

“I think it’s time to end all this. Let’s pull his plugs, Doc.” Sarah said as she walked through the door.

She gasped and dropped her handbag, almost losing her footing…

Bruma smiled at her. Nadia gasped.


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Perspectives IX

Happy February Guys!! It’s the month of Love, and I wish everyone as much love as possible in the rest of the year! The Penultimate part of Perspectives is here! And as always, please keep the feedback coming!

Also Perspectives is likely to be published into a book sometime soon…. Hands up if you’d be interested in a copy lol!

Aaand If you’re behind, you can find the other parts right here: Perspectives IIIIII , IVV , VI  VII & VIII

Hugs,

Elise


Sometimes, God is quiet.

God, you can’t let Bruma die. I don’t know what I’d do. I’m distraught. And I’m scared. And I don’t even know if going is the right thing to do, but I’m going anyway.

The only available flights out were first class tickets on a South African Airline flight, which required that they fly out to Dulles, transit for an hour, and then fly ten hours directly to Ghana.  She didn’t mind the outrageous cost. She was numb and tired… and terrified. Mackenzie was a bit fussy initially. But he seemed to realise his mother was not quite in the mood for his fuss.

It was a very long 10 hours.

She imagined the worst – and the best. Sleep evaded her all ten hours. She wanted to hurl at a point, and she knew she couldn’t blame the crappy plane food or air sickness.

Dear Bruma

If you never get to see this letter, I’ll be the most miserable woman alive. I’ve lost love once in the past. I can’t lose you a second time Bruma. Doesn’t matter that we don’t get to be together, it matters that at least I get to see you, or talk to you. It matters that you’re alive, and that I have my friend of so many years with me.

It hurt me that you would even wonder if it would make any difference to me if you died. It would make a world of difference Bruma. You matter. And you don’t only matter to me.

So many nights, I create this mini family in my head, where you’re the father, I’m the mother, Mack has an adorable baby sister, and we’re one happy family. I day dream about the loving man you are….and how I know for sure I wouldn’t have to bother myself wondering if you loved me.

I haven’t particularly come back running into your arms the way I wish I could because… well life… Considering the circumstances, with Sarah, the church, and all that society does and says, I didn’t want to be the reason why your family would break apart. And even if I wasn’t the reason, the church would never understand that – people in general, would never understand.

My mind is dashing everywhere… all the things I left unsaid, all the things I wanted to say about Sarah’s treatment of you… all the support I wish I’d given you, how I wish I’d had the courage back then to stand up to your mother. And how I feel like maybe if you’d had just a little courage in standing up to her I’d have taken the cue.

I can’t believe you tried to do this. I can’t imagine how bad the hurt must have been. I wish I could have seen through your pain and your efforts. I wish I could have done more. I really really hope you live, Bruma.  

I love you so much!  I never stopped. I never will. And this 10 hour flight is too much time, I don’t know what I’d do if you died. Please Bruma, choose life.

I know how broken you were, and I was so proud of your efforts – therapy, prayer, actually speaking about it (on the few occasions that you did). Being broken doesn’t make you any less of a man, Bruma. Accepting it and working on it is the bravest thing to do, and you did it. You did it! The world can be a terrible place… and of all the cruelty we’ve ever had to deal with, I hope your death will not be one. Not now.

I love you. Please come back to.

Please Bruma

Nady.


Sometimes, God probably just laughs at us from above.

Bruma was in a coma. Sarah didn’t understand how it had happened or how the other woman had known. Bruma was all sorts of things she didn’t want, but he definitely wasn’t a cheater.

She was frantic, pacing in the hospital half the time. Was she the reason he had committed suicide?

The doctor couldn’t tell if he would come out of the coma or not. There was no indication of how much of the drugs he had taken, but if it was enough to get him straight into a comatose state, then it was definitely a lot. She wasn’t paying much attention to what the doctor said she didn’t know what to feel.

This was a man she didn’t quite love, but he had been good to her. So good to her! Very few men were like him. And although he annoyed her and often made her want to leave, death wasn’t what she wished for him. She didn’t know what she’d do. And the girls definitely didn’t love her the way they loved him.

God, I will try to be a better wife if you wake him up, I promise!

He was still not up the next morning. She had wanted to go home to shower and come back, but there was no difference, and it felt so odd seeing him lifeless. She had informed the other pastors and the presbytery to pray. And she’d asked that none of them visit, because really there was nothing to see. Their prayers were enough.

She couldn’t get the nagging feeling about the other woman out of her mind though. Was Bruma actually sleeping with her?

She convinced herself that he was – she could barely remember the last time they were intimate. And much as that was her fault, he had stopped initiating completely. They also hadn’t had a proper conversation in so long. The longest form of communication they’d had recently were through those letters they wrote each other. She felt her heart beat faster when she remembered the last one she wrote to him. He was not her choice – true…. But maybe she shouldn’t have been so cold about it.

“Bruma please wake up… I’m so sorry!”


There are things nobody prepares you for. Usually, a cheating spouse is one of them. And for some reason, it hurt more that he was not cheating with a person of her sex.

He was sleeping with a man.

Akyia was really seeing stars. Before she managed to get to the car in her confused state, she had thrown up all over the lawn. She didn’t understand what was going on. It was as if her brain had decided it didn’t want to carry on.

Was this new? Had she pushed him to do this? Is this something she could ever forget? He’d had his member in her so many times… and now it was in a random man’s ass! She knew that man… she was trying so hard to remember exactly where it was from. She didn’t think it was the hospital. Because then she’d have known him. Or was he a new friend?

“God why?!” She shouted out as she drove. She didn’t want to drive to her parents’. Didn’t want to answer any questions – at least not yet.

Her husband was suddenly a homosexual…

Was it sudden? Or was he just curious? How long had this been going on for?

Maybe she was hallucinating? To think she’d almost given up her lifelong dream to save this sham of a marriage they had!

The tears were blinding her and she knew she shouldn’t be driving in that state.

She parked on the sidewalk for a minute to think.

The tears weren’t going to stop, and she was giving herself a headache. She hadn’t even rested after her flight!

She drove to the nearest sensible looking hotel, and checked in for the night. She didn’t even know who she could talk to about this. At this point, she didn’t even want to talk. All she wanted was to pass out for a few days. Her head was pounding so hard by the time she got to her hotel room. She hadn’t eaten all day but that wasn’t her primary concern. She grabbed the beer in the hotel fridge, and downed 4 Advils. She lay on the bed wondering what she’d do.

“God I’m so happy there are no kids in this marriage…”


The queue at immigration was outrageous. She was glad someone pointed out that she could skip it because of Mackenzie. She scaled as quickly as she could, and was glad she hadn’t checked in a suitcase. Manoeuvring both of their hand luggage and a sleeping boy was difficult. She ordered an Uber before getting them outside.

Luckily her driver arrived just in time. She rushed him to her mother’s house, to drop Mackenzie. She called Sarah and asked for the hospital. She seemed hesitant initially, but told her anyway. It was about thirty minutes away. She changed the location and went back with the same Uber.


One look at her pained face and Sarah knew that she was in love with him. A woman always knows. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Because if not for this woman, she may not even have realised Bruma had taken anything. She would have assumed he had fallen asleep. And this morning they’d probably be at a morgue and not the hospital.

You’re probably headed to a morgue soon anyway.

They were both silent. Both of them just looking at the lifeless body. Nadia asked if Sarah wanted to take a break to freshen up.

She wanted to. But she didn’t want to give this one the satisfaction of being the one there when he woke up. If he woke up.

As time passed, the chances of his waking up became smaller and smaller. The doctor said his heart was the main issue now. Whatever he had taken had not only put him into a coma, it had also caused his heart to start functioning abnormally.

She eventually went home around 10PM.

Nadia watched him through the night. She held his hand through the night, speaking words to him. She took out her tear stained letter and read it to him. She prayed with him. She tried to pretend he was only taking a nap. She tried not to panic when her heart could tell he was slipping away.

There was no change in the morning when Sarah returned.


Yaa was meeting with Andrea and Wendy together for breakfast. The plan was to have a mini bible study, discuss a few things…. really just some girl chat. It felt nice hanging out with both of them. They’d only done it once, and already it felt like a thing she was ready to add to her weekly routine. Not only was it fun, it was helping her get over Adeola.

“I listened to a sermon by T.D Jakes…. can’t remember when it was, and it got me thinking about church…. about our church. He talked about how the pressure of fitting into a religious environment can tempt you into hypocrisy. We become more concerned about being accepted by the people we worship with, than we are about being used or accepted by God.”

“Back when Gyedu and I were having issues…. I asked that we go and see a church counsellor…. he told me he didn’t want anyone in the church thinking he was not in charge of our affairs – when clearly he wasn’t. It hurt me that he cared more of what others would think than he did about our failing marriage. He didn’t want people hearing about the divorce, he didn’t want people hearing anything remotely not normal about him. And I think that sickened me.”

Yaa completely understood her. Hypocrisy was stinking in the church. And it wasn’t something that was going to go away quick. She had days when she had to quickly correct some passing thought she’d had about someone, because obviously, she had no idea what she’d do in their shoes.

“Same thing as when I got pregnant. I expected some compassion I think. Even if it wasn’t from my friends, maybe from the presbytery? The pastors? Their wives? Heck I’m not the first to get pregnant out of wedlock, and I’m sure I won’t be the last. And sorry as I was, the church made me defiant. My main crime was getting caught to be honest. Because half of the churches population are shagging each other, and because they’re not ‘caught’, they get to look their noses down and tell me trash….”

Yaa knew she had to get in control of the emotions here.

“But hey ladies…. we were not called to a perfect church! We are the church, and just as imperfect as we are, everyone else can be. True, the self-righteousness and hypocrisy really should go… But whatever it is, Christ wants us! Wants our help in making His body whole!”

She hated the fact that it sounded as if she was preaching.

“I’m not righteous. At least not by my efforts I’m not. And I don’t hold anyone to the standard of Christ. Not even the leaders. Christ was the only one who was tempted in every way yet without sin. We’re not. Ours is to love, and do our best with the help of the Holy Spirit. And fellowship with other imperfect people to help build the church!”

She said the last statement with an obvious smile. They both knew what she was driving at.

Yaa said a silent prayer in her heart for their lives, and their churches, and this lovely newfound fellowship they were enjoying. She felt so much peace. Of course she prayed for help to get rid of Adeola from her heart.

Their breakfast ended up turning into a full blown lunch, with great mimosas. Andrea apparently knew one of the bartenders at that restaurant, so they managed to have them unlimited.

Yaa knew she was a lightweight – and an overly sentimental drunk. In Uni, she had been the first to get drunk after a shot. She would slow dance herself to loud Celine Dion songs, and cause her flat mate to go to sleep with ear plugs – there were probably just about 3 such occurrences. 

She had planned to spend the rest of the day at the beach, listening to music and reading a novel. Now, she knew she was going to go home and fall asleep singing Backstreet Boys. Wendy gave her a letter just when she was headed home.


Dear Yaa,

I really hope you decide to read this letter. Wendy told me she couldn’t help me meet you, but begrudgingly agreed to hand you this letter.

I’m so sorry Yaa. I don’t know why I never told you about this… her…the marriage.

I never took off my ring because I didn’t want a bunch of women assuming I was an eligible bachelor. I was so hurt by Fatima and her family.

You made me forget totally that I even had it on!

Fati and I got married despite the long talk from our families about incompatible tribes. She was an educated woman, from Chibok and all that ‘Hausas only marry Hausas’ was really not our cup of tea. She wasn’t really a staunch Muslim, and that worked for me, cos she was happy to join me to go to church services.

Her parents were also semi – educated, and I guess that made it a bit easier?

We had no issues for the first two or so year – actually, we had a very beautiful marriage in those years. We did not let the negativity of others faze us, and we had a united front. A few months into our third year, we started having petty quarrels… all boiling down to the fact that we had tried everything we could, and we still couldn’t have kids. Her parents were suddenly against the marriage like the rest of her family was, and were on a hunt for another man for her.

What hurt me, was the fact that she wasn’t vehemently against the idea. It made me so mad.

I noticed she was very calm about our issues. Never wanting to fix anything, quietly listen to me rant, not saying anything that bothered her… all of that.

My decision to not sign the papers for so long, was my silly way of punishing her, of rubbing it in her face that I still had some control – that she couldn’t go ahead to marry him until I’d signed the papers.

‘Him’ was another Hausa doctor that her parents had found somewhere, who was apparently going to bring an end to the infertility I had brought to their families.

It had nothing to do with me remaining in love with her or anything remotely close.

You’re a special woman. A few weeks of being friends and you have me wrapped around my finger – you have me ready to allow Fati to move on.

I have tried to get you out of my mind, because at some point, I felt like an idiot stalker. Please agree to lunch with me – breakfast even.

I’m really sorry about this whole misunderstanding.

I’ve signed the papers, Yaa. I’m a single man.

Regards,

Adeola.

Yaa looked at the letter half drunk, and smiled, humming to herself.

“Sometimes I wish I could, turn back time, impossible as it may seem, but I wish I could, so bad, Baby… Quit playing games with my heart”

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Nadia went to freshen up for a few hours. Her mind was too clogged.

She held a sleeping Mackenzie in her arms, and cried quietly. She didn’t want to wake him up.

Lord, please don’t let Bruma die. I can’t lose him twice.

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Sarah saw the letter on the fridge top. It was semi crumpled, and had tear stains. It seemed to have been written in pencil, so some of the words were not legible.

Her heart beat faster and faster as she read the letter. Bruma was actually cheating?

She could only see snippets of the letter.

“Considering the circumstances, with Sarah… … …  I didn’t want to be the reason why your family would break apart. ……… the church would never understand that – people in general, would never understand.”

“….. Mack has an adorable baby sister, and we’re one happy family. ….. about the loving man you are….and how I know for sure I wouldn’t have to bother myself wondering if you loved me. “

….. “I love you… please come back to me”

Sarah was stunned! Her husband was cheating!

PERSPECTIVES VIII

Perspectives VIII

Happy New Year Fam!! Thank you for being loyal to lettersfromthisheart even when it took forever to get the next post! This year, we will do better! ️ ️ ️

It’s always great to hear: “When is the next part coming?” “You dare not kill Bruma!”“Why don’t you kill his wife instead?” Oh and all the young men asking “Is Yaa a real life character? I’d really love to meet her…” Lol!

Thank you guys for feedback. 

It looks like I’m going to have to end perspectives ASAP, and then develop it into a book at some point…. Because my over-imaginative brain cannot let it rest lol!

In the meantime though, this is the next part!

Enjoooyyy, Share, and let me know what you think! 

If you’re behind, you can find the other parts right here: Perspectives IIIIII , IVV , VI & VII


Nadia was frantic when she got the email. She was driving home, and was surprised to get an email from Bruma – he’d been the last to send an email in their weekly email sessions, and she was yet to reply that email. She moved to the shoulder of the road and parked to read it.

“Bruma, please don’t, don’t don’t!!” She tried his line and didn’t get any answer. She didn’t know anyone who could find him at this time, and there was no way she could call his house – heck she didn’t even have the number for his house.

God, please hold Bruma. He’s in a hard place, and I cannot do anything about it right now. You held my hands so many times when depression was home for me, and suicide seemed like the only way out. Please hold Bruma. Please! Amen.

She called her mother, and asked her if there was any way she could get Sarah’s number. “Nadia, what do you want with her number? What’s going on?” She didn’t know where to start or what to actually say. Bruma wants to commit suicide so I need someone around him to check on him?

“Mama, it’s a long and messy story, but I really do need you to find that number for me… please, Mama.” She was quiet on the line for a bit, and said she’d get back to her.

She drove home with a deliberate slowness. She tried calling again. still no answer. She prayed the whole way home.

So what if he actually dies, Nadia, are you happy with yourself? Are you sure you said all that there was to say? Will you be able to live with yourself after this? You’ve lost love twice in this life. 

She got home and sat in the car for close to thirty minutes feeling so helpless. She didn’t know what to do, and that for her was far worse than anything.

Bruma why would you even wonder if it would make any difference to me?


Yaa had never felt this way before and that made her more annoyed than the fact that she had fallen for a married man. The fact that she was actually sad, and would sit and reminisce hanging out with him made her feel so much sillier. You got played, Yaa… get over it!

As always, she put all her effort into everything else. All her weeks work was done extra fast, extra efficient. She took the baby out on walks with the nanny, she joined midweek service and volunteered for clean-up and extra prayer meetings. She didn’t want to have any time to mope. You’re too old to mope about a man, Yaa, especially not a married man. He’s probably not even as good-looking as you think, it’s all because he played you.

He’d called so many times, left so many messages, left emails, and yet Yaa refused to pick up or read any of them. ‘I will not be hoodwinked’ she kept telling herself.

One of her church duties was the follow up of members. So each month, she was assigned a few members of the church who hadn’t attended in a while, or who were ill or had travelled. It was a role she took seriously… ironically, she didn’t seem to know how to get Wendy to return to church.

She’d set up meetings with two of them for the month. Two were not willing to have a meeting. She called and spoke to Andrea…. she was cordial, and she was willing to set up a meeting for later. Three out of five wasn’t quite bad. She’d take it. There were months when nobody was willing to have a meeting! They were to meet on their lunch break at a cute coffee shop she’d picked.


Andrea was surprised that Yaa had reached out to her from the church. She knew her. She was that beautiful tall lady that was always there whenever the church needed her… she was also very rich! She’d admired her from a distance for a long time, but had never actually spoken to her. It was interesting that she was the one to call her about church. Funny thing was she knew she wouldn’t have wanted to meet any of the elders. And she didn’t know if she wanted to speak with the pastors either. It was a good strategy the church was using, she figured. Asking people you couldn’t say no to to help with follow up.

It was a hearty lunch. Yaa as always was her quirky happy self

“I’m sure you know I’m here cos we haven’t seen you in church in ages! I was told about the divorce, and I know that it may have taken a toll on you….. But we’d still like to see you and the boys?”

Andrea paused for a bit, choosing her words carefully. She felt she could talk to Yaa.

“I fear the church sometimes, Yaa. I’ve got more encouragement in life from friends at work – some of who are not even Christians! I’ve been judged and verbally assaulted all in the name of admonition from the church, and I’m not acting like a millennial!”

“ I don’t know if you understand, Yaa…. but I don’t think our churches love. I remember one of Pastor Bruma’s Sermons, when he said “Church is such a dangerous place to be without God – and God is love!” Half the time, I really feel we’re there playing mini gods in each other’s lives. It’s like they want you to make a mistake, so they can boldly and loudly correct you. I think they always want you to have issues so you can come to them for ‘help.’”

“ Do you have any idea the number of women in the church who called to advise me to stay in my marriage – half of them didn’t ask what the problem was. Those who did, downplayed it brutally, telling me “we live in a man’s world, so if he’s not beating you and it’s just sex he’s not giving you, then why are you leaving him. Even when they beat you, you need to weigh your options – you don’t just divorce a man!”

Yaa was quite taken aback. But she knew herself that the church was very capable. She knew what the people of the church had said to and about her in the past.

“So, I like to think of it this way…. that our church is like a hospital. The fact that a doctor or a nurse or other hospital worker is there to help cure you doesn’t mean they can’t have thier own cancer or arthritis that they’re battling. He could have his own headache, but has been mandated by oath and by law, to come and help get rid of yours. So much as we come to church for fellowship and healing and help, remember we have sick people among us, hurt people, every kind of person can be found in the church.”

 “And I know I shouldn’t be giving any marriage or love advice, seeing as I’ve never been married…. But this is something I’ve realised… our churches don’t take the time to prepare men for marriage… it’s a sad truth…. growing up as a woman, you hear allll about marriage… you’ll learn to cook “so your husband doesn’t eat someone else’s food” you’ll wash and clean and sweep and cook, when your brothers are in their rooms waiting for dinner. At church, female ushers are to do the grimy work, the males are to be the leaders…. it’s all a very messed up system, Andrea… but I guess it takes people like you and I to notice the problem and do better? I can’t say it’s a problem that will be fixed immediately, but I can say that we can play a part in fixing it…. and I can also say I’d be happy if you could return to church with the boys??

They both just laughed. 


Bruma had taken the pills. The time had come, and there was no way out for him. He was tired. The last straw had been when his little girl asked him why he and mummy were always fighting. He never wanted to be that man. He wanted his kids growing up in an environment where they knew what love looked like. He didn’t want his baby girl growing up and settling for just anybody. He couldn’t take it anymore. Nadia was the first to get a goodbye message. He’d also scribbled something down for Sarah.

Dear Sara,

I’m sorry that I failed you. I’m sorry I’m not the man you wanted. I’m sorry I wasn’t your choice. No matter what’s happened, I’m grateful for the years we’ve had together. You’re a good mother, and I’m glad the girls have you as a mother. You’re a lovely cook and home maker too. And you’re an amazing pastor’s wife. I’m sorry for whatever hurt I may have caused you. I’m so sorry for this mess. I willed my property sensibly… and hopefully you will live a comfortable life even if you decide not to work… The girls will each get a part of my estate once they turn eighteen. I spoke with Ms. Bonsu about all this a while back. I wish you all the very best, Sara.

You’re not the reason this is happening. So I hope you don’t blame yourself. Shit happens – excuse my French – and that’s not always anyone’s fault. I wish I could end this letter saying I love you. I can’t. But I hope you know that I tried my best. God knows, I tried my very best!

Bruma.

He dropped the letter under her pillow, and sat there for a while. His head was spinning. He’d give anything to be back at that beach. His thoughts couldn’t centre on one thing.

“God, I’ve failed you. And I’m so sorry…”


It was enough. Akyiaa had decided it was enough. She could hardly get a hold of her husband. He couldn’t be bothered to pick her calls, and nobody could say there was anything different happening with him at work. At least he didn’t appear to be cheating on her at work. 

She took an emergency leave to go home. Residency was hard. Combining it with the instability that was going on in her marriage was getting to her. 

She didn’t know if she’d be ready for what she was going to meet, and she didn’t want to think that she had been the cause of her marriage failing.

It doesn’t even make sense why I have to choose between my marriage and my career. Is this a thing for all women? Why do I have to go through this?

She hadn’t told anyone she was coming home. She preferred it that way, didn’t want a rumour going round for him to find out, and she certainly didn’t want a long list of things her parents would need her to order and bring. 

Her parents were excited to see her- Surprised, but excited. She dropped her luggage there and grabbed her dads car, to go by the house. She knew already he wasn’t at work. It was pretty late… And she’d called to check. If he wasn’t home, she figured she’d just wait for him.

When she got to the house, his car was parked inside. One other unfamiliar car was parked outside the gate where she’d parked. There was a football match on the TV, and two young guys were watching it. She figured he had friends over to watch the match. 

Relief. 

She asked who they were, and asked for him. They both seemed to panic. Odd.

She didn’t want to make a scene, and she definitely didn’t want drama. She’d had enough time on the flight home to think about all the possibilities – and she’d decided she could be fine with any of them. If he was with another woman, they’d plan for a divorce. She was tired enough as it is, having to sacrifice everything for a marriage he couldn’t even compromise for!

She walked into the bedroom, and nearly threw up!

There were clothes strewn around everywhere, and two grown men were in her bed, making love. She let out a shout without even realising it.

He was in their bed, with another man! 

She thought she had it all thought out, yet she didn’t know what to say, or how to act. The other man looked like one of the men from their church. He got confused when she let out the shout, and started to grab around for his clothes. He kept his head down, hoping she wouldn’t see his face. Too. Damn. Late. 

Akyiaa didn’t have words, or thoughts. She was suddenly numb. 

He walked up to her, and started to plead. “Akyiaa you cannot tell anyone this! What are you even doing here?” His first words to here were not an apology. They were to tell her not to tell anyone. He wasn’t sorry. Maybe sorry he’d been caught, but definitely not sorry.

She didn’t know how to process it all, and she didn’t have anything to say. 

She walked out of the house, numb and confused.


Dr. Adeola had contacted Wendy. He wanted her to speak to Yaa on his behalf. She really wasn’t sure if she wanted to. He’d explained to her, he was serious about the divorce. And he really cared about Yaa. And he knew she did too. He just wanted a chance to explain it all properly.

Wendy was definitely not the best person to help him…. she’d already sworn off men. A married man wasn’t about to be her headache – or her friend’s. 

His persistence however had her thinking of a plan. Some way to get him to have a simple conversation with Yaa.

Anything beyond that conversation was really none of her business.


Nadia called Sara. It was probably the most awkward one minute of her life. 

“Good evening, Madame Sara, my name is Nadia and I’m friends with Bruma. This might sound strange, but I think he’s considering suicide; as a matter of fact I think he’s considered it for a while and I might be too late, do you happen to know where he is?”

“I’m sorry, Where did you get this information from? Which friend are you exactly? Pastor is probably playing with the girls in the living room. And why would you say something like this about a man of God?”

Nadia didn’t know how to respond to any of the questions. Sara didn’t seem bothered at all!

“Is there anyway you could confirm please? I’d be very happy to speak to him, I can’t reach his phone”

“Madam, he’s either busy with the girls or asleep and I’ll have him call you when he wakes up.”

Nadia wanted to scream at her!

“Sarah, I’m almost completely sure he’s taken some pills to try to end his life. Please try rousing him and get him to the nearest hospital. Please!”

She was quiet, on the other end. All Nadia could hear was shuffling feet and doors open and shutting seemed to be walking. She could hear kids playing at a point. Sara was not saying anything. 

God. Please let him be fine. 

“Osofo, there’s a lady on the phone for you.”

Nothing.

“Is he breathing? Can you please say something? Can you send him to the hospital?”

“Madam, where did you get this information from? He’s not responding, but he’s breathing. I have to get off the phone and call an ambulance.” 

Nadia breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you! Can you kindly keep my number and let me know how he is? I’m sorry for calling you like this, but I really had to!”

“Okay, bye…. Bruma won’t you wake up?”

She hung up. 

Nadia hadn’t realised she was pacing. She was trying to sort out her feelings. What if he never made it out alive? What if the last time she’d see him alive was back on her last visit?

She grabbed her smallest suitcase and started throwing clothes into it. 

She diallled her mother. 

“Mama, I’m coming home.” 

“Bruma tried to commit suicide.”

“Of course I’m coming with him.”

“I’m yet to check the next available flight. I’ll call back with details.”

“Okay Ma”

“Bye.”

Perspectives VII

Shall we end ‘Perspectives’on the seventh part? Because 7 is the number of perfection right? Or maybe not? Let’s see!

As always, you can find the other parts right here: Perspectives I, II, III , IV, V & VI

Love,

Elise Tirza.


“I hear she’s found some Nigerian doctor bi ooh?”

“She’s probably desperate, because at 42 de3, why won’t she go and find a Nigerian man? She’s too rich, Ghanaian men will run away from her. Did you see her shoes two weeks ago? I saw something similar online – the price was in big dollars ooh”

“Is any of this your business, why are we even discussing this lady?”

Yaa smiled outwardly but inside, she was bewildered! Why were people always up in her business? How did they even find out about Adeola? They’d been on a total of maybe eight dates so far, and most of them were not even exactly dates!

She listened for about fifteen more minutes, and then walked up to the group of 3 having the conversation.

“Ladies, first of all, I’m 39 not 42, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Nigerian men. Also I’m so glad I have money, cos I can buy the things all those men would’ve promised me, but wouldn’t have been able to buy for me. Oh and those shoes were $1,000 only. Have your husbands bought you such yet?” They looked so mortified. One of them attempted to apologise, but Yaa was already walking away in her lovely form fitting black dress, and beautiful yellow high heels!

Adeola had closed from church a bit earlier, and wanted to know if she felt up for lunch. She knew she was being stupid. He wore a wedding ring. Yet she’d never asked. Never asked if he was married or if it was a fashion ring, or whatever. She knew she’d have to back off once she knew. Her conscience wouldn’t allow her to continue fantasising about a married man. And why hadn’t he ever volunteered the information? She wasn’t crazy about settling down or anything, but she did not want to be in the way of another woman. She did not want another woman suffering because she was being an idiot. She would not be that woman.

You’re being pretty dense, Yaa! A man in a wedding band doesn’t need to be asked if he’s married! He certainly needs not volunteer any information either! He. Is. Married!

She’d had this internal battle for too long, and now she was ready to be sensible. Maybe the church rumour mill had forced some sense into her brain. She was going to ask him, and his answer would determine if she was going to carry on with this. A part of her knew the answer already, and it made her feel terrible!

God you have such a terrible sense of humour, you know? The one time I find someone I might actually like, he’s probably married.


Bruma was carrying his daughter on his legs, playing a game of ‘see-saw’. It was her favourite thing to do besides hide and seek – she’d sit on his legs, below the knees, and he’d bring them up and down, all the while singing “see-saw, up and down.” Sarah walked into the room, irritated about something. Lately, she was almost always irritated about something or another. “Osofo, the head of the Deacons called me, said he tried to reach you but couldn’t.” “Oh my phone is in the room, I’ll call him later… did he say exactly why he was calling for me?” She shrugged, gave him a look and walked away. He’d given up on his marriage now. The only thing that kept him at home lately was the kids. His appetite had plummeted, he’d lost weight, his moods had gotten really terrible, and he’d had to increase his therapy time. He had turned down so many speaking appointments at church, and explained to the Presbytery that he was a bit unwell, and would bounce back with time. At this rate, he didn’t see himself bouncing back soon. The third time he declined speaking at church, Sarah gave him a very insulting speech when they walked into the bedroom after church. “I don’t know why you’re deliberately trying to fail at everything. You’ve failed as a husband, Bruma, and now you want to fail as a pastor too? I don’t understand you sometimes.” He had no words for her. But her words cut him really deeply. He thought about it for weeks. He didn’t know he’d failed as a husband. He’d tried – Lord knows how he tried. Sarah had become something else, and he found himself thinking daily about Nadia. They’d started video calling each other lately. He called her after each therapy session, which was roughly three times a week, and sometimes, he’d drive to the nearest beach and call her from there. He liked that place. It had this weird serenity to it. It wasn’t the cleanest of beaches and maybe that was a good thing because there was never a crowd there – more often than not, there was nobody there.

There was a deserted tree behind the cluster of huts close to the beach. It had barely any leaves, but its branches looked sturdy enough. He’d wondered once or twice if it would be noticed if he got a rope, and ended it all there. Okay, he’d thought about it more than once or twice. He’d had those voices in his head explaining how worthless he was. He’d taken one of the ropes used to make drying lines from their storage unit once. It’d been in his car trunk ever since.

There were times when he felt he was just being stupid. How is one woman making you want to end your life? Would your mother approve of this nonsense?

She’s the reason I’m here in the first place.

Granted I’m a good speaker, a good teacher, but I don’t think I was meant to be a pastor.

God didn’t call you for your happiness, He called you to feed the sheep.

But how can I feed the sheep when I myself am starving? Not just starving, drowning too! Did God call me to unhappiness?

He’d battled with himself for so long! He was getting tired, and he was certainly not winning the battle.

“Mama, what if I hadn’t become a pastor? What if you hadn’t imposed this on me? What if I had gone on to be the bright Architect I wanted to be? What if I married Nadia? What if… What if I actually had a companion I could hang out with and talk to?”

He’d gotten to the point where turning down speaking invitations was really mainly to spite Sarah. There were days when he woke up and planned how he was going to end it. Maybe he would take an overdose of his drugs, and make his way to his tree with the rope… before he got too drowsy of course. He’d planned it over and over again. But he could never bring himself to do it. He knew he had to tell someone about it. His therapist, or Nadia, someone, anyone. Sarah was not an option – she’d probably even have him arrested for attempted suicide – wait no, she wouldn’t. It would give such a bad image of her, and she didn’t want that. Didn’t want the church to know. It made him laugh. He was going to do it, and he knew it had to be sooner or later. What about the kids? And Nady?


Andrea was on cloud nine – to a large extent. She kept telling herself that this had to end at some point but she didn’t know when, and she was definitely going to enjoy it till it did end. The first time she was at his house, he walked her straight into the kitchen where he was cooking an amazing feast! He didn’t even want her to cut onions… “If there’s any Imodium needed at any point, I want to be sure I’m the cause, and not you, he quipped.” Halfway into making his pasta, he spilled some sauce in his t- shirt, and had to take his shirt off the rest of the meal preparation time. She was awestruck! How could he be so beautiful, and so into her, and such a good cook too. That evening had been magical. She felt something she had never felt before. Intimacy with a man who had not made any sexual advances at her – at least not yet then.

He was interested in what she did, and was ready to give an opinion when she wanted one. He didn’t hold back when it came to pampering her. One day it was a spa day, the next it was taking her boys to the park, on another it was just cuddling in the couch because she wanted to.

And the sex! Oh the love-making! She didn’t know if Gyedu had given her low expectations, or if she had put O.J. on a pedestal because he was just an awesome human. But the sex was gooood! Dream-about-it, have-flash-backs, go-into-random-trances-when-you-think-about-it kind of good!  He was a very tender person, wanting to be sure that she was having a good time. She was a bit awkward, and it all felt very foreign to her initially; she kept wondering if after that he was going to up and leave. He didn’t. He seemed to really be into her, and she was all for enjoying whatever it was between them, at least until he decided he didn’t want it anymore. If he ever did.

She hadn’t exactly had the full conversation with him on what led to her divorce. He was content with her ‘it didn’t work out, and we spent too long trying to make it work.’ He asked her to tell him whenever she was ready.

So one afternoon, after very toe-curling sessions, in the throes of her passion, she decided she’d have that discussion with him.

For a minute, he thought she was joking. “You left him because he refused to have proper sex with you? What is he gay?” he chortled. That possibility had never crossed her mind, and she’d spent too long analysing why he didn’t even want to try – she wasn’t going to start thinking about that all over again. He laughed for a bit, and then realised she was serious. “Hey, hey, don’t get moody about this, please…”he whispered. “If he had this sexy, beautiful woman for that long, and didn’t want to make love to her like any sensible man would, then that was really his loss. His loss… my gain. You have an amazing body, and frankly, I enjoy making love to you… you’re a selfless lover, and sometimes, at work, on random occasions, I have flashbacks of the times we spend together, especially the time spent under the sheets.” She was staring at him. Wondering if he was only flattering her, or actually meant what he was saying. “You’re special, Andrea. Gyedu was a lucky man for all the years you were married to him. It’s unfortunate he didn’t realise it.”

She had never gotten this reaction from anyone concerning her divorce. Most people thought she was insane. He’s providing for you and your family, he’s not sleeping around, at least you have no proof; he doesn’t beat you, so why are you leaving him?

She had tears in her eyes, remembering how often she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Wondering if she’d actually ever find someone that made her feel the way she thought a husband should make a wife feel. So much for saving herself till marriage, she’d thought.

The next day, he sent her a large bouquet of flowers at work, and a note that read:

“I’m glad I know that I have a gem, and I’m not going to take this for granted. You’re special, Andrea, and you rock my sheets (also my world)!

 – O.J.”


Wendy had returned to school, and was happy to be back on track. She’d missed so much that it was not likely she’d be able to graduate with her colleagues. But she was happy to be back nonetheless. There was no race. She would graduate eventually, and that’s really all that mattered to her.

She had heard all the rumours about who could be the actual father of her baby. Some thought it was one of the guys she studied with in school. Some were so sure it was some lecturer she must have slept with for grades. Yet others were convinced it was some family friend.

Truth be told, she couldn’t be bothered who said what. The father of her child was inconsequential now. After shirking his responsibilities – and mostly when she needed him the most – she had given their baby up for adoption. It made her happy that she had made a decision to give the baby up to Yaa. She was at peace, and there was really nothing her baby would lack. Maybe a father, but that was alright, she knew amazing people who’d been raised so well by women. And it wasn’t as if her own father had made so much of a difference in her life anyway.

She knew now that she really needed to focus and make it into the kind of place that Yaa was in – emotionally, financially, and even spiritually. They’d had this discussion once. It felt so good to be able to have these conversations with someone. Someone older and more sensible.  And yes she’d gotten quite bitter about men and about the church, and all that, but they’d decided that that was a discussion for another day. Not everything would get fixed immediately. She’d figure life out, one step at a time.

She was definitely in a better place now. Although she didn’t see herself ever returning to church – at least not to that church, she could speak to God without asking anymore whys. She could say a quick prayer about something, without chiding herself.

She was in a much better place now.


Akyiaa had gotten really worried about Papa. He didn’t seem interested in anything that concerned her anymore. She called him religiously on every break she had, yet he picked up only a handful of times, claiming he was busy. Half the time, he’d only pick up to say he’d call her back, and then never actually call back.

She had a few of her friends check up on him at work, but it looked as if he was spending less and less time there. He hadn’t said anything about employment elsewhere, and nobody could actually confirm if he was busy at the times when he claimed he was.

She was constantly tired at work, and whenever she was free, she was stressing about her husband.

So now that you’re finally here, do you consider this worth your marriage?

She was gradually losing it, and she was nowhere near her leave. There was no way she could up and leave. She’d called his parents once, but they didn’t seem to know that there was anything wrong.

She sent him an email after one outrageous shift, when she didn’t know what else to do. She was tired, and didn’t know if she had the energy to deal with his childish ways.

Dear Papa,

I’m getting increasingly worried about you, about us. I don’t know exactly what’s going on anymore. You hardly return my calls, and I know for sure that it’s not because you’re busy. If there’s something you want to say, please say it with your chest, and stop these disappearing acts. We’re both adults, and this is not necessary. Should I be expecting you to visit soon? I mentioned this in the initial letter I wrote to you, but you haven’t said anything about it yet.

I miss you, and I’m worried about you. And I want to have somebody to tell about my day. You’re that somebody for me, Papa. I get so overwhelmed at work, and then I get home to this tiny cold apartment, hoping to speak to you to make it all worth it. I know you were not exactly excited about this move, but I thought we were past this? I want to hear about your day to, and your new employment, as it looks as if you’ve moved from the hospital? Whatever is going on, talk to me Papa.

Please call me when you can.

I miss you!

Akyiaa.


“I don’t know how it’s taken you this long to ask me this Yaa, I’ve often wondered if maybe it didn’t make any difference to you?”  He said with a smirk.

“Just answer the question, Doc.” she tried to be a bit humorous about it, but she was definitely on the brink of tears.

“Technically I’m still married.” She couldn’t hide her disappointment. It felt so weird. This is probably why I’ve never wanted any man, she thought. Their deceit would have given me a heart attack in my twenties!

“What does technically mean?” She asked with a side eye, slowly getting up from her seat. She was ready to leave. She couldn’t have anyone see her cry.

“Please sit down, Yaa, and listen to the whole story?”

I moved to Ghana a couple of years ago… I already mentioned to you that I’m Ghana-trained. So it only seemed sensible to return here. Been married fifteen years. My wife is a doctor too – soon to be ex-wife. I left Nigeria because the separation was very hard on me, and she seemed to be having a very easy time about it. I didn’t want to stay and watch her move on. We didn’t have any kids. I guess that was a good thing? Because how would a bunch of teenagers or middle school kids deal with a divorce like this? The divorce hasn’t gone through yet because I’m yet to sign my part. It sounds stupid and very selfish, but I guess I didn’t want her moving on until I was ready to move on myself? And she’s sent emails, and notices from lawyers, etc. but I wasn’t ready to sign them. Until about six weeks ago, when I met you.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse. This time she was leaving. Such unnecessary fabrications!

I think the fact that you were unmarried and adopting a baby was what made me notice you in the first place? And no that’s not because you’re not beautiful, because you really are – but then again there are so many Ghanaian women who are too, and so many of them who have moved to me since I moved here.

Many of them couldn’t be bothered wheter I was married or not. I figured it wasn’t a big deal for you?

Yaa walked away without another word.

I’ve made it so many years without men, how did I stupidly fall into this?  She refused to be hurt – as if she could command it away. She went straight to bed, and stayed there. The nanny she’d hired must have noticed she didn’t want to talk. She moved out of her way, and didn’t say a word.

“Dear God, you really really make me wonder sometimes. And no I will not cry!”


Dear Nadia,

There’s something I need to tell you. Something I can’t say over the phone on our video calls, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to bear the pain that’ll be in your eyes. Or maybe because I wonder if it would really make a difference to you.

For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been wanting to end everything. I’m not saying this so you feel sorry for me, or anything of the sort. I’m letting you know that you, and the kids, have been that thread of good reason, holding me. I’m grateful. There’s this dream I keep having. You know that thing we do just when we start swim class? Where we go underwater to learn breath control, and see how many seconds we can do that? In the dream, I’m underwater, and I’ve counted and counted, and counted, and I’m out of breath, yet I’m unable to come up! When I first had it I thought it was an indication that somehow God was calling me. I know it sounds stupid, but the first thought that occurred to me was, I can do this – make it easier for Him!

I’ve made a mess of my life, Nadia… a series of decisions I made, and now I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to live out the consequences. I don’t know what else to say, Nadia, other than I’m drowning.

Pain may not be permanent, like you keep saying, but tonight, this pain is drowning me.

I love you Nadia. I always have, always will, no matter what.

Bruma

Perspectives VI

Guuys!! I know sometimes you have to go all the way back to read from the start, because there’s so much time between episodes. lol. I promise to do better. For now though, here are all the previous episodes.

Perspectives I, II, III , IV & V

Hugs, Elise.


Dear Nady…

It’s funny that we’re both in the same country… and have been for the past couple of weeks, and haven’t made any proper plans to meet. Would you like to come to the service tomorrow? I will be speaking on ‘Where is God in my hostile world?’

How are the parents? Has Mackenzie made any new friends yet? Did you finally get him to go to the ‘evil forest?’

You asked if things had gotten better. I can’t quite tell… we’re still civil, she still hasn’t acknowledged the letter I wrote her. And whenever I ask about it, she seems too preoccupied to say anything. There was one day when she deliberately walked away when I asked about it. Nady I need big prayers. The kind that require excessive faith.  She refuses to go for therapy. That much she’s stated categorically. Somehow, she doesn’t seem to understand that we could be so much more… have so much more. I’m at my wits end now.

I told you about the morning prayers we usually have together? She spent about fifteen minutes three days ago, praying “Lord, please change my husband.” For a couple days now, I’ve been soul searching. Maybe I’m being unreasonable? You’re a woman, you can tell me? Is it too much to ask that my wife and I get closer? Share an intimacy that we were put together for? Half the time, it makes me wonder, what if… what could have been? Was I right in making this life altering decision, just to please a woman who’s now in God’s bosom enjoying His peace?

Enough talk about this though… I’m still soul searching, who knows, I may be the problem. Aren’t men the problem 80% of the time?

Any chance I could meet with you after church on Sunday? I’ve got meetings with the presbytery, after which I could come by the house if you’re fine with that?  Just let me know if that works for you?

Tonight, Nady, I miss you badly. I had you on my mind all through yesterday. You’re in Ghana Nady… and I wish I could see you.


Akyia had not imagined it to be this crazy. She’d been through stress doing house job at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital, and she’d assumed nothing could be worse. This stress was a whole new level. It wasn’t only a physical stress. She was constantly questioning and second guessing herself. Imposter syndrome had never felt so real to her. And she didn’t know what to do about it.

She’d called Papa daily over the first week. Their first conversation was really just him asking… no yelling “Why?”, and her, sobbing on the other end of the line. Of course he was mad. Of course he’d thrown a tantrum and sent her very mean accusing messages. But gradually it looked like he was coming around. She didn’t regret leaving, and the work load and mental plus emotional stress kept her too busy to rethink her decision.

Papa on the other hand had too much time on his hands, and it was affecting his thinking. Some of his friends weren’t helping matters either. “How can a grown man sit there and watch his wife leave without telling him, and you’re still with her?” He’d had so many of such comments; but then he’d had some others congratulating him on allowing his wife to go and reach her goals. He was torn. He knew he loved her, but he felt so disrespected that she had actually left. There was little to be done about it, and he was gradually trying to come to terms with it.


The church had changed a lot from the last time she had been there. It was definitely a lot larger, and some of the people were genuinely nice to her, asking if she was only visiting or staying on for good.

The sermon started with a beautiful song Nadia had listened to so often. It brought back memories. So many hard memories. She tried hard to keep her tears in check.

“May your struggles keep you near the cross…

And may your troubles show that you need God.

May your battles end the way they should…

And may your bad days prove that God is good.

And may your whole life prove that God is good.”

She thought about her struggles, and how they truly kept her near the cross. If she’d wound up with Bruma would she have known God for herself? For the protector and strength He was to her? Would she have ever thought that she could do life with no one else? She had happy tears in her eyes as the song ended. She’d done it. With no one but God. And right now, she knew she could carry on. Mackenzie made it much more worth it.  She missed Bruma, madly, terribly… but she’d done it before. She could do it. She would do it!

“Definitely the three men in the fire wondered where God would be as they walked into the fiery furnace. Imagine being asked to walk into a blazing furnace. Not because you did anything wrong, but because you refused to stand for what was wrong.

And that’s the world we live in today. Wrong is celebrated. And right is ridiculed.

But hey, there was another in the fire! There was a man in the fire with them. They did not burn. They were in the fire with Him.  So that’s where God is when the world is hostile. Right with you. Right in the fire. Right there. Every. Step. Of. The. Way! No matter how long it takes, or how impossible it seems, remember where He is. Right there in the fire!”

He smiled, and the congregation clapped as the choir started singing Hillsong’s “Another in the fire”

“Don’t forget, there was another in the fire… He never leaves nor forsakes us. The church friends might leave you – and trust me, sometimes they do…. In today’s world, half of the time they will – even family might desert you…but Jesus never leaves!”

At the end of the Sermon, the MC asked Sarah to say a prayer. Nadia whispered a prayer for Sarah as she mounted the podium. “God, bring happiness into this woman’s life. Teach her to love Brumah how he wants to be loved. Help me not to come in the way of that!”


The music was playing softly as Nadia tried to get some work done. Even though she was on holiday, there were always a few things she needed to check on from work. Today, she was doing way more thinking than working.

“God is just a prayer away

All you need to do is call

He will hear your faintest cry

He’s concerned about you.”

Back when she’d gotten divorced, apart from the relief of not having to be beaten daily, she’d lived with a constant fear. A fear that maybe she wasn’t good enough. That maybe Brumah had left her because of that, and her marriage hadn’t worked out either because of that. Therapy, and finding God had dulled that thought in her life for many years. Mackenzie had made it a lot easier to not think that way.

“So while your tears are flowing through

Your time of mourning

He is here to lift your heavy heart

Because He’s in love with you.”

But being back home, back in the environment that so hostilely threw her away, seeing Sarah today, in her lovely Kaba and Slit, and the almost customary headgear, Nadia started to wonder again. Was she good enough? Was she damaged in anyway?

She thought about how hard it’d been trying not to contact Bruma for a meeting. How she would go into the backyard and sit for hours, thinking about what they could have had. She missed him. But she didn’t want to be a weakness. Especially not when he was this vulnerable. She wasn’t going to be the reason why he lost his family, or his right standing before God.

“He knows, He cares

He sees, He’s there

He’ll carry you

He’s concerned about you.”

She couldn’t hold back her tears much longer.

Why had Bruma’s mother hated her so much? Why couldn’t she have had him? Why did she have to be the trade off? 

She was so glad she hadn’t come to church with Mackenzie. He would have had so many questions.

“Weeping may endure for a night

But the morning will bring joy

He won’t give you more than you can bear

He’s concerned about you.”

“Dear God why do I still want this man? Why is this so hard?”


Andrea hadn’t been to church in weeks – months actually. She’d had enough of the pointing fingers and the whispers. She told Gyedu she’d get a fresh start elsewhere with the kids. So he didn’t have to bother about her saying anything to anyone. The truth of the matter was that she had gotten sick and tired of the judgemental way that people asked her questions. “Don’t you think you could have solved the matter amicably? The Lord hates divorce you know?”

She’d gone on a good third date yesterday. They’d texted for a couple weeks, before finally meeting and he seemed like a good guy. The first date had been lunch at a cafeteria close to her office. The second had been a fleeting thirty minutes when he passed by her house and they sat and talked for a bit in his car. Last night had been dinner. He was fun to talk to, and hadn’t flinched when she mentioned her twin boys casually in conversation. He asked their names, and seemed interested when she mentioned how Panyin was always talking, and Kakra was the constant listener. He’d held the doors for her, and opened her car door. He was a gentleman.

And most importantly, at the end of the evening, he didn’t harrow her for a kiss, or anything more. He gave her a hug, said that he’d enjoyed the evening, and drove off after making a plan to meet on another day.

She knew it was too early to get attached, but he made her giddy – something she hadn’t felt in a very long time! And she’d been giddy over him for over 2 months.

The kids were at her mothers, so she could sleep in all Sunday. She had no plans and she liked it that way. It was a good day to laze about and think about last night. Just when she tossed over the other side of the bed, her phone beeped.

“Thank you for a swell time last night, Andrea. I don’t know if I told you this, but you were stunning. You are beautiful, and I had to mentally stop myself from saying/doing anything inappropriate. I really enjoyed dinner with you. If you’d like to, I could cook this afternoon so we eat and talk. I’ll send you the address if you can. Hugs.”

Suddenly she didn’t want to sleep in anymore.

“That sounds good. Would I need to grab some Imodium on my way though? And I could bring some wine, I don’t know your preference.”

“Imodium would definitely not be necessary. Trust me on that. I like my wine white and dry. Anything else you prefer should work too. 238 Trassaco Valley. 1PM. See you soon”

**********

When Bruma visited Nadia, he was a wreck. Mackenzie had gone to the town centre or so with his grandmother. She hadn’t been expecting him to come over the house, so he somehow caught her by surprise.

The house hadn’t changed so much. He was hit suddenly with so much nostalgia.

“On Sunday, that was a very beautiful –”

“Nady, I’m losing my mind! I… I” She really didn’t know what to say. Because somehow she’d seen this coming. She handed him a bottle of water from the counter, and asked him to sit. Her mind was racing, and she really didn’t know if she had the strength to be strong for him.  She’d seen him like this before. Many years ago. Maybe not this bad. But it was obvious he wasn’t in a good place.

She sat in the chair across from him, waiting for him to calm down and speak. He didn’t, only pulled out the note from his pocket.

It was from Sarah. “Bruma, I don’t know if it’s appropriate that I read this…” “Trust me Nady, it’s definitely not a love letter.”

Bruma,

I have never told you this. But when my parents asked me to marry you, I thought I’d done something wrong. I asked my mother why she wanted me to, and apparently your mother had approached her about it. I knew for sure that it wasn’t your decision.

I accepted to marry you because it was the right thing to do. You were going to be groomed to be a pastor, and it’s what I’d been brought up for – the pastor’s wife. Before you, there was a young man I cared about. But he was not even a Christian. He was my little secret for about 3 months. And in those three months, I only saw him twice. I knew I had to get rid of him when he started demanding things from me. A hug, a kiss… on and on. But my mother found out about him before I had the courage to get rid of him. For many reasons, I’m almost certain that marrying you was the punishment for entertaining him.

As your wife, I have the daunting task of the care of almost all the women in this church. I have the task of ensuring you’re fed, and I have the task of making your kids.

I’ve done this well for the past 9 years. I really don’t understand what more you want from me, Osofo. If it’s the bedroom stuff you want more of, I can always take it.

If I had to do this again, I don’t think I would. It’s been really hard, Bruma. We’re from completely different worlds, and sometimes I wonder how we’ve been agreeing on how the kids are brought up.

I’m very sorry if I haven’t been what you wanted in your wife. I know you’ve had extensive experience in the women department. So I can understand if you don’t think I’m the most ideal, but I need you to know that you were not my first choice either.

I don’t think the therapy is necessary, Bruma. How do we explain to the Presbyters that we have marriage issues so we have to go for counselling? If we’ve managed to live well together for the past 9 years, I’m sure we can manage for the rest of our lives.

I know I should not accuse a man of God of certain things, but there are days when I think you’ve found someone else. I don’t care what you do, Osofo, but I will not be disrespected. If you have found someone else, please be discrete about it. If she takes good care of you, it means you won’t come back worrying me at 3AM for sex. Also, please protect yourself. I will not be riddled with disease because of your outrageous libido.

I’m sorry if this letter sounds disrespectful, but I’ve been keeping in all this rage from long before you wrote me that letter three months ago. We both know we don’t love each other. But we have a congregation to lead, and kids to bring up. We’ve pretended for the past 9 years, and we can definitely do a few years more. I’m absolutely fine with the sham we call a marriage, and I’m quite sure we’ll do just fine.

Sarah.

Nadia couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d never read such a callous letter.

She moved to Brumas side, and held him in a hug. He was breathing really heavily. He wasn’t crying, but she thought he probably would. They stayed this way for a few minutes, until his breathing settled. They hadn’t been this close in years. It felt good.

“I’m sorry Nady, I shouldn’t be bothering you with these things. I just…I don’t…”

“Don’t be silly Bruma, who else would you tell?” she was right. Nobody else knew anything about what was going on.

“I miss you Nady. I really really do.” She had to stop herself from saying me too. She knew she had to be the sensible one for the two of them.

He wasn’t in a good place, and she couldn’t take advantage of that.

She held him really tight in a long embrace, and just before she could let go, her mother walked in, with Mackenzie in tow.


Yaa had fallen hopelessly in love with the baby. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. She understood now why so many of her friends who’d decided they didn’t want marriage, had decided they still wanted kids. He had such beautiful eyes!

She’d also met twice with the delightful Nigerian doctor, and she knew she was probably finally falling in love. Why did he have to be wearing a wedding band? Why was he so well cultured? Why did he constantly smell so good? They’d sent each other messages a few times, however they hadn’t progressed to the point where she could ask him about his personal life. She didn’t know if she wanted to get to that point. He wore a wedding band. He was off limits, and she knew she had to stop.

The last time they met, he was explaining to her what the adoption protocol was, and how more often than not, the hospital personnel were not involved in the dealings. He’d offered her a cup of tea or coffee, and she’d only accepted to take the coffee, because she knew he was not going to have his secretary brew a fresh cup. She’d overhead on their last visit that he didn’t like instant coffee. The only thing she liked about coffee was the smell – it tasted like earth to her. But she wanted the extra five minutes. She hadn’t felt this way much before, and she loved the way he treated her.

She had to keep reminding herself that he was off limits. And that was a really hard thing to you.


Wendy didn’t know what to do about Yaa falling in love with the doctor. They’d talked about it in passing, but she could tell that Yaa was definitely falling. She was happy for her, but she knew it wasn’t right. Wendy was also happy that Yaa was adopting the child. It meant she would always have him in her life, and that made her happy. She’d started preparing to start back at school, and Pastor Brumah had called her a few times about returning to church. It seemed as if the other pastors did not really care that much.


“Dear Miss Yaa. It will be quite a long while before the adoption process is finally over. However I found out from the hospital’s lawyer that the initial part has been approved. Congratulations, you’re a mother! It would be nice to celebrate this. There’s a lunch meeting that I have to attend, and I’d need a plus one. If you’d be kind enough to be my plus one, we could get some drinks after.

Best,

S. Adeola.”

Here’s a link to all the songs mentioned in this piece!

God is Good – Jonathan McReynolds, Another in the Fire – Hillsong United, and He’s Concerned – Cece Winans