In a poignant narrative of love, longing, and the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, meet Serwaa a young woman whose pursuit of a brighter future leads her down a path of regret, heartache, and unexpected twists. After turning down a marriage pro...
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As my alarm blared for the fourth time, I leaped out of bed with a jolt. "It's 6:30am, oh my God!" I exclaimed, hastily making my way to the bathroom. I couldn't afford to miss my ride, especially not on a Sunday, the cherished Christian sabbath, revered for its significance in commemorating the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Standing before the mirror at approximately 7am, I pondered over my usual ponytail, feeling a sense of monotony wash over me. While it was my go-to style for its simplicity, I yearned for something different. However, with time ticking away, I hesitated to experiment with new looks. Yet, the desire for a change lingered as I prepared for church.
An announcement reverberated through our church group, heralding Pastor Henry's appointment to lead the service. As the youngest pastor in our congregation, his preaching style possessed a certain magnetism that captivated our attention. While Layla playfully attributed it to his good looks, I believed it stemmed from his undeniable spiritual calling.
Relying on Layla's guidance, I swiftly styled my hair, ensuring every strand was perfectly in place. Glancing in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of radiance. Today, I adorned myself in a blue floral dress, a cherished find from a nearby thrift shop. Initially weathered, diligent care restored its charm, transforming it into a garment that felt as fresh as new. Completing the ensemble with the sparkly flat heels gifted by Khalil during our first encounter, I couldn't help but feel an extra boost of confidence.
How I longed for Kofi's presence, especially on days when I felt so enchanting. Was it strange how much I yearned for him? I fondly recalled a time in the village when Grandma gifted me a beautiful dress for a festive occasion, and Kofi was the first person I sought out to share it with.
Bounding barefoot to his house, I sought his opinion, knowing he possessed the uncanny ability to make me feel beautiful. His gaze, so alluring, left me spellbound as he uttered those words that melted my heart. "You should be a model, Serwaa," he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine as if delving into my soul. "You are stunning," his breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, his touch tender as he held my hands. "How did I ever get so lucky?" he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Reflecting on him always left me feeling foolish. He could have been mine, but I let it slip away. It took heartache and fear to acknowledge that I still harbored deep feelings for Kofi.
"Serwaa, you fool!" I exclaimed, the sting of reality hitting me as I slapped myself across the face.
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