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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"My dear sister," Khalil exclaimed, enveloping me in a hug. "I never thought I'd see this day. Thank God!" His voice rang out with gratitude as he clung to me.
Confusion swirled within me like a storm. I glanced at Mrs. Asante, whose face radiated with a beaming smile. Overwhelmed and impulsive, I pushed Khalil away. "How dare you touch me?" My voice trembled with anger, yet fear shook my entire being.
Seeking refuge, I rushed into Mrs. Asante's arms, tears streaming down my face. "Please make him leave. I swear, ma'am, I did nothing wrong. Please don't let him take me away to prison."
I clung to her, my sobs muffled in the fabric of her blouse as I cast anxious glances toward the police officer at the entrance. "Calm down, my dear," she soothed, her hand gently patting my back. Buried in her embrace, I wept bitterly, consumed by a fear I had never known. The thought of spending my life behind bars for a mistake thrust upon me was unbearable.
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"Kwesi, be careful!" The young woman in the car screamed as the driver narrowly missed hitting me, her voice laced with fear. With caution, she stepped out of the vehicle and approached me, her hands trembling from shock.
"Are you out of your mind? Crossing the road like a mad dog at this time of night," she scolded, her voice trembling as she helped me up from the ground.
"Let's go. She could be part of an armed robbery gang, and this might be a setup," the man warned, urging the woman back into the car. He shot me a look of disgust, and I understood his reaction. With an open scar on my back and my body partially exposed, I must have looked like a madwoman. But I needed help. My last hope was to return to the village, and all I wanted was a few Ghana Cedis.
"Please, help me," I pleaded, gazing into the woman's eyes, hoping my tears would move her to assist me. But she hesitated, uncertain, and then walked back to the car. The man drove off immediately, leaving me alone once again.
Collapsed on the ground, I felt hopeless and desolate. Suicidal thoughts raced through my mind, my hopes shattered. Sitting on the edge of the dark road, with cars passing by but none stopping to help, I rested my head on my knees, devoid of tears and indifferent to the dangers of the night.
