There were about 20 guests at the rehearsal dinner. All of Ahmed’s brothers had come, but his father was unable to make it. Afosua didn’t bother to ask why, and Ahmed never gave an explanation. He was not particularly close with his family, but in time Afosua wanted them all to come together. She had never had a big family of her own, and she was about to marry into one. She wished Ahmed would make a better effort to reconnect.
“You look amazing,” Ahmed whispered as soon as they were seated.
“Thank you,” she smiled.
The strapless jewel toned dress she was wearing was a last minute find, and it complimented her brown skin so perfectly that …

It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning, but Afosua’s body was damp with sweat, her throat was hoarse from screaming and she was about to cum for the third time. As she dipped her back, Ahmed Laiche’s penetration was deeper and more insistent from behind. In just 36 hours, she would be Mrs. Afosua Laiche. She loved the ring of her new name to-be, as well as the ring that her fiancé had given her. As the diamond on her left hand caught a glimpse of the dawn sunlight filtering through the window , she orgasmed quickly and suddenly. Feeling her pulsate, Ahmed groaned and finally had his release. He refused to cum …

Afosua called for the house-girl to bring her some new cloths to clean Naa Akweley up with.
“Just set them down there please, Joyce,” she directed.
Joyce lingered in the room, unsure about what she was seeing.
“Ah…Sister Afosua. Is that not -“
Afosua cut her short.
“Never mind who that is! You can go back and continue what you were doing. I’m sure my mother needs you for something.”
Joyce was stung by her tone, and wordlessly left the room. It suddenly dawned on Afosua that it was going to be difficult to keep Naa Akweley’s presence in her home a secret for long. With her husband being so famous and both their pictures plastered on billboards all over Accra, …

Annette woke to the sounds of the gardener chopping down the hibiscus plant with his machete. She loved the vibrant color and the cheer that the plant brought to the garden, but Mr. Prah was allergic to its pollen and had it cut down every time the plant was in bloom. She wondered why he didn’t uproot the bush altogether, and she suspected that he only kept destroying it year after year to add further to her torment.
She pulled her aching body out of her bed and threw on a morning coat and chaley wote. It was now past noon and she expected that Mr. Prah would be out of the house. Sleep abandoned her …

When Afosua woke up the next morning she was startled to find herself on the sofa of her living room. She dragged her aching body to the bathroom and prepared to brush her teeth. When she looked in the mirror, her reflection shocked her. Blood red eyes stared back at her and white tracks lined her cheeks. She had been crying in her sleep.
She blew out a loud breath and prepared to go to work. There were no emotions attached to numbers, only facts. She was happy to have her job to save her from her feelings. She couldn’t deal with them today.
When she walked into the office she flung her bag and her briefcase …

Annette couldn’t believe how incredibly bored she was. She really hated these types of events, especially when they separated her from the only person who gave her any sort of spark. She watched from the dinner table as Mr. Prah was giggling foolishly with men whom had worked long ago. They at least had had the self-respect to retire long ago and let a new generation take over their duties at the import and shipping company that Mr. Prah owned; but Mr. Prah himself refused to…until now. It was as though the man enjoyed being a relic in a self-constructed tomb. Her boredom soon turned to shame as she saw Mr. Prah pulled one of …

Afosua couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that her search for Tony had turned up fruitless. She also felt a little foolish for going out on the chase, when she was only accustomed to prowling. Tony’s phantom was taking her out of her comfort zone, and she wasn’t certain she appreciated it. By the time she got back to the office, it was nearly closing time. Traffic had been brutal, and the 3 hours she’d spent driving had exhausted her. She decided she would just hang around her office until she could sail home.
When she arrived, she was pleasantly surprised to see Gertrude still at her desk. She was intently staring at her screen …

Two weeks had passed since Afosua had seen Tony. She was surprised at how frequently her thoughts had turned to him in the days since she had unceremoniously dropped him off at the corner and driven off. Unaccustomed to this new sensation, she decided to seek him out.
It would be easy enough to find him. All she had to do was show up at New Spirit International Church, which although was a house of worship was now hostile territory for her. Still, she had to investigate and resolve this new infatuation.
“I’ll be taking a long lunch today,” Afosua informed Gertrude. “If anyone is looking for me, they can always reach me on my BB.”
“I’ll let …

The drive from Labone to Tema was long and stressful. Annette hating driving, but if she wanted any sort of independence it was a skill she had to develop. She had depended on drivers her whole life, and if her parents had use of the two they had on staff, she was always stranded. She vowed that that would not always be the case when she was married with a house of her own.
When she got to Community 11, she parked her car, sat outside of Sophia Ike’s house and took off her wedding ring. Once it was off her finger, she dropped it in her purse and rang the gate bell.
The watchman opened it …

When Afosua got back to her office after her lunch with Naa Akweley she was more than shaken. It had not gone anywhere near how she’d planned, and that surprised her. Afosua had always prided herself about being calm under pressure, and generally very pragmatic, but there was something about Naa Akweley that unsettled her. She wanted to find out what it was, but since she had told Naa Akweley to basically fuck herself, there was no chance of that.
Naa Akweley would have been a useful ally because her husband was an influential man. Ian Blankson was the senior pastor of one of Ghana’s three mega-churches, and his congregation included statesmen, businessmen and all manner …