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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***** "Come on Serwaa, you can do this, trust me__now..1..2..3.. push."
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A month after Kofi ended things, my world crumbled. His absence made everything else feel meaningless. I tormented myself with regrets, cursing each word I had hurled at him, despising my own actions for driving him away. I had said "no," but to what end? To wallow in loneliness and sorrow?
Kofi's whereabouts remained a mystery, and despite the pain and longing gnawing at me, my stubborn pride barred me from seeking his forgiveness. He had, after all, lashed out with harsh words and had been the one to end our relationship.
One dreary afternoon, while I was lost in a dream about the life we might have shared if I had only said "yes," Grandma stormed into my room for the fourth time that day, jolting me awake.
I felt unusually drowsy, almost as if afflicted by some strange lethargy that kept me perpetually tired.
"Are you alright?" Grandma's voice cut through my haze as she sat beside me, her eyes clouded with concern. She leaned in, her fingers trembling as they checked my pulse. She then proceeded to awkwardly massage my chest, which tickled uncomfortably.
Confused, I winced under her touch as she pulled down my eyelid, examining it closely. "Hmm," she murmured, her gaze intensifying. Her actions were peculiar, but I assumed she was just worried about my health.
"Nana, stop, it hurts!" I protested, flinching away when her grip tightened unexpectedly. "What's wrong, Nana?"
Her expression darkened, grief washing over her features as she covered her face with her hands, a tear escaping down her cheek. "Serwaa has killed me," she moaned, her voice breaking with despair.
"You are pregnant, you foolish girl!" Grandma exploded, hurling her slippers at me. I dodged them swiftly and fled the room, heart pounding with a mix of fear and relief as I escaped her wrath.
Outside, distance grew between me and my grandmother's anger, yet a strange peace settled over me. I rested a hand on my stomach, whispering, "Kofi's child," with a bittersweet smile. For a fleeting moment, joy bubbled within me.
However, the reality of my solitude quickly dampened my spirits. Kofi was not coming back, and the dream of us building a family together shattered, all due to my impulsive mistake. Now, bearing the consequences alone, I realized just how much I had lost.
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