Bounced By My Brother

AUTHOR'S DISCLAIMER. THIS STORY IS TOO A LARGE EXTENT A WORK OF FICTION. HOWEVER , THE NAME OF REAL PERSONS AND PLACES ARE SOMETIMES USED FICTITIOUSLY. COPYRIGHT STATEMENT © 2021 ALL RIGHTS ARE FULLY RESERVED: THIS STORY IS A SOLE CREATIVE WORK OF AGAMAH FRANCIS. IT EXCLUSIVELY BELONGS TO THE AUTHOR AND IS PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT LAWS. THE TITLE, PLOT, CHARACTERS, SETTINGS, (except some Quotes and Musical lyrics otherwise stated) AND ALL ITS CONTENTS ARE PROPERTIES OF THE AUTHOR. NO PART OF THIS STORY SHOULD BE REWRITTEN OR REPRODUCED IN ANY FORMAT, ELECTRONIC OR OTHERWISE WITHOUT A PRIOR PERMISSION FROM THE WRITER.

@fb-hsdanieljago @franciszo @gabright @timson7373 @internet @jehliohn @ladyg make u na comeoo another one don landoo

Awesome!!! Ride on

Wow brother man longest time. Ah i kn what you can do nah ?. I'm patiently waiting bros.

Go on

PROLOGUE Imagine a world without love and the warmth of family relationships. The thought of it even sounded impossible. Love is the rope that holds all human emotions together. Out of love, we forgive those who hurt us and endure all manners of pain even to the point of death. But love has no regard for any legal, moral social, or cultural inhibitions. Sometimes, siblings find themselves in a situation where they have an unnatural love for each other. This is regarded as a taboo and prohibited by culture and religion and state laws. In situations like this, one lover must have the courage to reject the other lover to maintain cultural sanity but it isn't that simple in this "mirage" called love. EPISODE 1 ? The Wish [Sarah’s POV] I, Sarah Donkor, had always envied my friends who had big brothers who seemed to take care of them so much. For a strange reason, I thought it was a prestige for them to have big brothers, something I didn't have and could only imagine in the fantasies of my own memory,taking comfort only in a fictional big brother who cared for me and loved me. The reality was, I had no brother to protect or come to my aid anytime I needed someone to stand up for me. Day in day out, I would either dream of having one or imagined having one. I had a good reason for such sentiments. My two siblings and I were all females. An incidence happened in school one Monday that rekindled my desire to have a big brother. Mr. Addo Vincent, our English teacher, gave us an essay to write and the essay was: "Describe your big brother and mention three things you like about him. “When I was given this essay to write, I became down-spirited. Sadness descended upon my soul like a lion pouncing on its prey because I don't know exactly what to write. For one hour, I struggled to pen down something. At the end of the exercise, I submitted virtually an empty sheet of paper with just a few meaningless words. He marked and gave us the result. I scored zero because I didn't write anything meaningful on the page. Mr. Addo, not knowing why one of the Star students in the school will fail in a simple essay called me to come in front of the class and began to inquire why I failed in the essay writing. My hard won reputation escaped through the window, as if chased by an invisible mob, clamouring for its life. Sadness descended on me like clouds on the horizon. I shook with emotion, my legs wobbled like an unstable toddler. I began to sweat. My sweat rapidly merged with the tears trickling down my cheeks. I was not oblivious of the fact that my colleagues were staring at me, surprised by my sad mood, since the assignment was given. The whole class was stone silence for a few minutes before Sandra, who had three big brothers broke the " ice" by her hurtful remark, which was said undertone, “Sir, she can't write this essay because she doesn't have any big brother to give her that experience. I tried to control myself but succeeded for only a few seconds before the torrent of tears poured out onto the floor. I moved towards the entrance of the classroom without uttering a word to Mr. Addo. He was totally shocked by my behaviour. "Sarah, what is ...."he initiated a question but couldn't finish it before I rushed out of the classrooms, with about fifty pairs of eyes, staring at me. For three days, I couldn't go to school. Eventually, I went back to school on the fourth day. I decided to see Mr. Addo in his office to explain why I was very emotional on Monday. Me: Good morning, sir. Mr. Addo: Good morning, Sarah, I have not seen you in school for the past three days. Why, are you sick? Me: yea, sir, I'm sick.... err...not real sickness but psychological. Mr. Addo: Please, can you explain yourself more clearly? Me: Yes, On Monday I was very emotional because of the essay you gave us to write. I have no brother and I didn't want to lie either. When you ask me to come forward to explain myself, my emotions overwhelmed me and I couldn't control myself. Mr. Addo: Hmm, it's a pity. I think I understand your predicament now. Sorry if I touch a sensitive spot of your emotion. I was just giving an intellectual assignment, not considering the sensitivity of the issue. Thanks for opening up to me. Me: You are Welcome sir. *************❌******************❌******* “if there's a single lesson that life teaches, it's that wishing doesn't make it so."- Lev Grossman

EPISODE 2 ✌ What A Cute Brother !!! ~One week later~ I was very surprised when my father announced one day that we had a big brother. Initially I thought I had not heard him well, so I asked him to repeat the announcement. He repeated it and went further to explain to us that our brother was a product of a past relationship he had with a teacher by name Doreen Anaglate, who used to be his girlfriend. He said they broke- up under embarrassing conditions, so Doreen couldn't tell him of the existence of the boy until now. I was very excited about my father's narration because to me, it was a wish come true. Honestly, my joy was a bit extreme and my father wondered if something else was making me happy. He said Martin, our brother was twenty-one years old which means he was three years older than me. I was 18 years old, Manilla was 15 years and my youngest sister Jacqueline was 12 years old. I thought about our brother and wondered how he would look like; whether he would love being our brother and if he was cute. Three days later, my father returned home from work with news that our half-brother, Martin would be visiting us the next day. That night I couldn't sleep on my bed because I was so anxious to meet this mysterious brother of ours. We dedicated the next day to a making preparation for our brother's arrival. A few minutes to the end of the preparation, my father phoned us to inform us that they were on their way coming and would be there within the next twenty minutes. Those twenty minutes were like twenty years to me because anxiety had caught up with me. Time seemed to move at a snail's pace. This did not resonate with my expectation. My anxiety increased. If I had had the power to move time, I would have fast - forwarded it so that they will arrive within two minutes. Harvey Mackay said, “Time is free, but it is priceless. You can't own it but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back. Though I knew that Quote long ago, it made more sense to me now. I can't own time, so I have no other option than to wait for their arrival no matter how anxious I was. At long last! They arrived home. I heard the sound of my father's Ford car as he entered the house and moved towards the Garage. I rushed out to catch a first glimpse of the one -and -only brother I had never seen before. In all my imagination of him, I never expected Martin to be such a handsome guy. When I set my eyes on him, my mouth involuntarily dropped open with an exclamation sound "wow." My heart melted. "Goosh!!! Is this really my brother? He was a cute, well refined young man, from head to toe. He had romantic eyes, and the gentle expressions of his romantic voice enchanted me. He had a mark of innocence on his handsome face that could stop any girl in her tracks. I guessed he was used to that, the sudden pause in his natural expression when I looked his way followed by a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. It didn't help that he was so modest with it, a rare quality in a cute guy. He will surely have many admirers. He was tall and well-built with rich black curly hair which swam in waves. He had thick eyelashes and eyebrows dancing on his well sculptured face and pointed nose. His eyes were surprisingly deep black and sparkling like the rays of sunshine smiling on the afternoon sea. I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. His high cheekbones perfectly accentuated his face and angular jaw. These natural attributes reinforced the dimples on his cheek when he smiled. His full sumptuous pink lips appeared as if they needed a full moisturized kiss. He had a smooth brown hairy skin folded into iron chiselled muscles making him looked like the Hero in the super man movie. After the usual introductions and pleasantries, our parents left us alone to catch up with lost time and in no time we were conversing happily with Martin as though we had known him for very long. He told us he had completed University of Ghana Legon Medical school last year and have been posted to Ridge Hospital as a Physiotherapist. I was very grateful I had a cute caring brother after all. *********■**** "You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true." - Richard David Bach.

So all this qualities 4 ur brother? Hmmm

The beginning of an abominable love story...next

What is that your name again girl, look you better b careful . Nice one my Gee.

This is serious For the first day u fall for ur big brother

EPISODE 3 ✌? ACTS OF SEDUCTION It seemed as though high school was the place that getting a boyfriend became so important to my School mates. I watched as all of my friends got into relationships with guys that they "Liked". Whenever people asked me why I was not dating, I told them that I just wasn't interested, and to be truthful I wasn't. I just never found a guy that I was all that interested in except one; my brother. I knew that my brother Martin had captured my heart the second my eyes caught a glimpse of him. It was love at first sight. I couldn't explain the source of this” unnatural" attraction, but I never thought of it in a connotation of incest. To me, it was natural for me to see him as my lover. My brother had everything a guy should have(He was smart, funny, cute, and kind.) I knew it was wrong on my part to love him in a romantic way and I needn’t rationalizing it. I felt jealous whenever my female friends talked about how cool he looked and would want me to connect him to them. I hated it when I saw him talking to some of them because I knew their intentions was to woo him and snatch him from me. Even with all these things in mind I never realized just how deeply my feelings ran until my brother got his first girlfriend. Her name was Missella. She was brown in complexion, beautiful, friendly, and very intelligent. I got angry, depressed and anxious all the time. I had trouble focusing on my lessons at school. Then my brother invited her over for dinner at our place one night. I was overwhelmed with jealousy. Sadness engulfed me and I move towards the bathroom. I skipped the bathroom completely and walked to my bedroom and when I found myself on my bed, I sobbed uncontrollably. There was no denying it then. I knew at that point that I was and am totally in love with my brother. I understood the kind of backlash that things like this could get, and I was not proud of it, but I couldn't deny it anymore. I hated Missella for being my brother's girlfriend and wished she died. She tried to be friendly with me but I always behaved coldly towards her. One day, I even insulted her when she unintentionally bumped into me. Using that as a smokescreen, I pushed her off and yelled, " Foolish girl, can't you see where you are going!!!?" "Sorry Sarah, I'm looking for your brother," she said. "Leave him alone, he doesn't deserve a girl like you!!!," I yelled. Missella looked at me bewildered and asked, “Who does he deserve then?” I was quiet. Then she asked me, "Will you marry your own brother?" I kept quiet and walked away. I haven't told anyone about my feelings for my brother but Manilla got to know about it when she caught me admiring him unknowingly. She said, " you know it's a taboo to be sexualising our half-brother. I have always suspected you, the way you talk about him, the way you look at him and even the way you behave when he's around. Pray dad doesn't catch you. He will skin you alive." I was scared that I'll make another mistake, and make my parents aware of my bizarre romantic love for Martin.As the weeks flew by, my feelings towards my half-brother increased. It grew from simple admiration into an obsession. I finally came to the conclusion that the only way, I can move on is if I open myself up and accept my feelings. The incidence that occurred the subsequent week kept my hope alive. Martin broke up with his girlfriend Missella when she was seen frolicking with another man. I was happy Missella was out of my brother's life for good. I realized that was the time I had to strike. I turned the wheels round to show him through my sensual actions that I loved him. After bathing, I would intentionally walk half - naked into his room just to ask him what I could cook for him. At Other times, I would wear tight-fitting clothes to accentuate my voluptuous man-killing curves, and body contours and cleavages, leaving nothing to the imagination of his mind. I became more explicit in my actions towards him like intentionally hugging him so tightly that he could feel the softness of my breast even if there was no need or real reason for a hug at that moment. Since his bedroom was just adjacent to mine, I made his bedroom ‘my bedroom’ and often found myself there any time I felt lonely, to the point of passing some of my nights in his room under the guise of brother and Sister relationship.Sometime, we slept and got so entangled on the bed that I wondered how he managed to control his emotion perfectly without showing any sexual desire for me. With time, he became fully aware of my feelings for him ; that I saw him as a lover and not just a brother. Surprisingly, he said nothing about it. He remained unperturbed to my romantic antics. In one of my visits to his bedroom, I met him half-naked. He had just returned from the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of his hairy chest and stomach, made more masculine by his six-packed stomach sent me to the edge of ‘wetness.' He had unintentionally set in motion a plethora of ecstatic war in my anatomy. He was not moved by my presence even though he realised my anatomy was vibrating with love. My whole body shook involuntarily, as if I was just rescued from the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. I intentionally sat down on his lap to find solace there and perhaps moved beyond that territory onto his "hot spot. Before I knew it, he lifted me gently onto a chair nearby, saying, chairs are designed for people to sit on. "Laps are made for those who can't sit upright without falling. That's why babies sit on their mother's lap but adults sit on chairs." I asked him, "bro Martin, is it a crime if your sister sit on your laps?" He said, "not really but I'm almost cloth less and if your mother were to come in and see us in such compromising position, she will draw only one conclusion. You know she doesn't like me that much." My brother's sign of maturity was very exceptional and the more I thought about it, the more my attraction for him increased. *****************❌*********** Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price- Jean Baudrillard.

This girl is playing with fire

Hmmmmm i weda for this girl o. Martin thank you for being a man Jare. Next biko.

EPISODE 4 ✌✌ *BOUNCED!! * One day, to my utmost surprise, he invited me to his mother's house with the excuse that I had to accompany him to see a friend. He drove me in his Land Rover car. In our part of the world, having a car is seen as a sign of prestige, especially if the car owner is a very young man. Since my brother had a Land Rover, he was rated high on the social Pyramid among his colleagues. Before we moved to his mother's house, he passed by Sky Surfers’ Shopping mall to buy certain things I couldn't tell except the nice ice cream and lollipop he bought for me. We reached his mother's house, but there was no one there, and the house was virtually empty. Instantly, I thought he had finally fallen for my romantic antics too. We entered his room, which was surprisingly too neat, well decorated and extravagant for a young man of his age. My heart started beating rapidly and hammering sporadically against my chest. "Uhhh, my chest hurt. “Is it going to happen for real?" I lay on his well-designed king -size bed and closed my eyes wondering if it was really going to happen. I felt I was the happiest girl in the world at that moment. I didn't care if he was my brother and if we were about to commit a taboo or incest or whatever they call it. I just wanted to feel happy and loved. As far as I was concerned, I loved him, and we could damn the consequences of incest. All I wanted him to do was to hold me tight, tell me he loved me too, just as I loved him. I wanted him to make me experience the pleasures that come along with such intimate physical connections. In my mind's eyes, I saw Martin kissing my lips passionately. Then he hugged me so tightly that our bodies seemed glued together, except for the clothes we wore, which were the only barrier between us. The big clock on the wall was making the "tic, toc, tic, toc sound." All living organisms seemed to keep quiet to witness the eminent erotic scene to recount an accurate tale to their friends about how we broke the much cherished tradition and culture. In the middle of my sensual thoughts, Martin's deep voice cut through my chain of thought and jolted me back from the world of fantasies to the real world. He was soft- spoken and calm, but I would never forget the words he uttered that day. "My dear lovely Sister Sarah, I am your brother and in as much as I care for you, I will never try to make love to you. I have seen that you have grown very fond of me, but we can only be what we are expected to be; brother and sister. I brought you here because I want to have tête -a -tête with you without your mother's curious gaze. I won't tell mother and dad about this, but you need to control your emotion. What you felt for me is "inappropriate" and unnatural." When he said that, I felt totally embarrassed and couldn't hold back my tears. I sobbed like a baby demanding breast milk from her unwilling mother. My passion for my brother had grown so massive that I was going crazy, and in the process lost all my sensibilities. He threw his strong muscular arms around me and I cried uncontrollably on his chest. When I calmed down, he asked me to wipe my tears, brought out a very beautiful dress... like the ones seen in Cinderella cartoons and a pair of black shoes for me. In addition to all this, he gave me a story book titled, "THE LOVE OF A BROTHER." He finally took me home after I reluctantly promised never to lure him with my antics again. I knew he did what was right as a brother but I disliked the fact that he bounced me in a moment I was ready and waiting for him to make me feel happy. Nevertheless I respected him for showing great maturity by not kowtowing to my romantic advances. When we returned home, I rushed to my room and sobbed uncontrollably. I turned on the TV and coincidentally, a cool music was played on GhOne TV channel. It was Celine Dion and the title of the music was "Seduce me" SEDUCE ME Everything you are ? Everything you'll be so? Deeply near every sigh in the night? Every fear that you cried seduces me. And all that I am And all that I will be ? Is nothing at all if you can't be with me? Your most Innocent kiss Or your sweetest caress seduces me I don't care about tomorrow? I have given up from yesterday Here and now is all that matters? Right here with you is where I'll stay?........ ***** I saw tears flowing down my cheeks. Celine Dion seemed to be speaking to my burdened soul, the message in her song reaching the very core of my heart. After hating my half- brother for bouncing me when I attempted to seduce him, I was contemplating on forgiving him. The embarrassing sequence of events flashed back into my mind: how he invited me to his mother's house, my sensual fantasies, and finally how he reproved me for my inappropriate acts. I don't blame him because I realized I was too over bearing. My acts of seduction crept into my mind. I recalled the days I bathed and intentionally walked half- naked into his room just to ask him what I would cook for him, when I wore a tight-fitting cloth that accentuated my body contours, leaving nothing to imagination, when I wore those white skinny shorts that clearly enhanced and accentuated by cleavages and curves. I remembered how I intentionally hugged him tightly and my attempt to sit on his laps. The more these flashbacks crept into my head, the more my desire to have him increased. How could I allow another lady take away this young handsome man from me all because we are blood related? At that moment, I wished culture and traditional norms were abolished completely. How could something that was not accepted by society feel so good and beautiful to me? I wished it happened just once. At least I could live with that. "Sarah, forget about your feelings for your half-brother, it's not right". I turned round to see who was talking. It was my younger sister Manila. "Martin is our brother, we can't change that, and he will never give you what you want, so accept the reality and move on. The Earlier, you stopped fantasizing him, the better for you." I knew my sister was telling me the truth, but the truth is always a bitter pill to swallow. There is a saying by Socrates that “there was no one hated most in the world that the one who always tell the truth.” Truth is like a surgery. It hurts but it heals. Lies are like painkillers. They give immediate relief but cause harm in the long run. Though Manila was telling me the truth, I found it difficult to accept it. Somehow, my sister's admonition touched me a bit. I took my mind off my brother for a while and concentrated on my education. Months turned into years and finally I reached Year 12 in Christian High International School. Soon the Final examination approached. I studied deep into the night because I was determined to make it to the University. I wrote all my Exam Papers with so much tenacity that I could say without any equivocation that I would pass. When I finished writing my Exams, my mind began drifting to my brother again. ********❌***********❌****************** "We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope."- Martin Luther King Jr. ***

Carry on

EPISODE 5 ? MARRIAGE ANNOUNCEMENT [Martin's Point Of View] I am Martin Donkor, Sarah's brother and a Physiotherapist at Ridge Hospital, Accra. I told my father, I had something to discuss with him. It was about a bootylicious lady I met at the physiotherapy unit. She had escorted her brother to our unit because he had a sprain .According to her sister, he missed a step and fell from a staircase and sprain his ankle. The first unique thing I notice about this girl was her naturally endowed backside and thick legs. She also had a gigantic front elevation and romantic eyes. At first, I wasn't attracted to her but she kept behaving like a cygnet, drawing my attention to herself until I became curious enough to want to know her. When I got closer to this girl, I was amazed how friendly and easy going she was. She called me in the mornings, afternoons, and evenings. Sometimes, she even cook from her house and brought it to my workplace just for me to eat. She laughed at every small joke I made, some not really funny. Though her style of dressing was a bit out of line, I never used that as a basis for judging her. "Will you marry me?" I asked her one day, quite unexpectedly. She looked at me and smiled. I asked, "What is funny?" "Nothing, Martin, just that I knew your sister is in love with you and she doesn't like me. I was her senior in High School, and she saw me as a flirt, even a nympho." "Well, I don't care about that. What I want to know is your view on this matter," I said emphatically. "YES, I WILL MARRY YOU," She said. I was very happy. Three months was enough for me to make a decision to consider her for marriage. Now, I intended to introduce her to my father. {Sarah's Point of View} Martin brought a lady to the house to introduce to our father as his Fiancée. When I saw the lady, my eyes nearly dropped out of my socket. She was Claudia De-Craft, one of my school mates, my Senior in High school. "What!!! How can Martin marry this girl? Claudia was not a marriage material to any man, let alone my own brother. She was a flirt and very temperamental. Back in school, Claudia was a spoiled girl who believed in multiple dating.She was not a one -man's lady. Her philosophy was that a girl need to have a main boyfriend and a minor boyfriend so that in case the main boyfriend disappoints her, she will fall on the minor one. She had even proven this while in school by having her main boyfriend but was often seen in the company of other men of power and a high social status like school principals, MPs, Ministers, Directors, managers, and CEOs. She formed a group in the school called "Spicy Girls" and their basic objective was to date as many men as possible to acquire expensive material things which they could boast of. Been a famous student in Christian High International school where ministers, MPs and Directors always bring their wards, it was easy for her to hook up with some of them. Apart from having a lascivious lifestyle, she was also temperamental. For instance, she fought fiercely with a certain girl in her dormitory because the girl called her "cheap girl" for snatching her boyfriend. Her nickname in the school was, Cleopatra, the Queen of ass, because she had a huge backside and breast. Her natural endowment led to the fall of many great men in their desire to please her. They now live their days tasting the grass of poverty after been downgraded from Hero to Zero. Since she was two years ahead of me in school, she completed earlier. As expected, she became a slay Queen, draining the bank accounts of rich Canal-minded men who lusted after her flesh. Been a highly rated "Slay Queen “her name went far and near, making her very famous, even beyond the boundaries of her vicinity. I knew she hid all these lion- like attitudes away from my brother, and pretended to be a sheep. I can't allow her to sink my brother into the rivers of deception, using marriage as her smokescreen. "Claudia did nothing wrong " my sister's voice pierced through my thoughts again. "Shut up Manilla, and leave me alone! "I Shouted at her. Nothing is more painful than getting emotionally connected to someone who does not share the same sentiments with you especially when those sentiments were considered inappropriate by the society. The next day I heard my brother's voice closer to my door, “Sister Sarah, please open the door." "Was I having a nightmare? “I asked. Was he coming to tease me before tying the knot with that 'Jezebel' who called herself Claudia? These questions warred through my troubled mind before I opened the door for him and said, "come in." He came in and sat on my bed. Then he began, "My dear Sister, you know I will be getting married in two days’ time, don't you? " "Ummmm, yea" I excused my brother and turned on my laptop. I then scrolled through my musical collections in a folder on my HP Laptop West life, Britney Spears, Celine Dion,Justin Bieber, Rihanna, Shakira, Justin Timberlake, Jennifer Lopez, Chris Brown, Alicia Keys, Beyoncé, Trey songz, Ciara, Jaden smith....The list was endless. I decided to narrow it down to cool music. In a situation like this, cool music will be the panacea to my mental turmoil. I picked my favourite Fan's Music-Celine Dion, then skimmed through her songs with different love themes. At the end I decided to listen to the one with the Titled "THE POWER OF LOVE. I clicked the play button and the music began to flow into the room like streams of rivers. The Whispers in the morning Of Lovers sleeping tight ? Are rolling like thunder now As I look in your eyes I held onto your body. ? and feel each move you made. ? Your voice is warm and tender ? A love that could not forsake cause I am your lady and you are my man? Whenever you reach for me? I will do all that I can Lost in how I'm feeling? Lying in your arms When the world outside is too much to take? That all ends when I'm with you. ......." The words seemed to pacify my troubled heart. I felt Celine Dion had forsaw my situation and produced this song in advance to pacify my bleeding heart when it get broken, shattered or trampled upon. The door was locked . I could force myself on him but he might react aggressively and push me off . I can't live to endure a second embarrassment . The music was flowing in the background slowly. He repeated the question , "you know I will be getting married in two weeks’ time. Don't you? " "Yes, I do" I said with mixed feeling. He looked at me with his sexy eyes, and said, "Sarah, you said the " I do "as if you are the one I am going to wed. When he said that, all the feeling came back to me. He was within reach. Should I try once again? I remembered the saying, ' if you fail once, try again. "Can't he just love me the way I love him?" When these unanswered questions flashed through my mind, my body began to quiver as if reacting to my desperation. I said, "Sorry Brother. I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I knew you will be getting married in two days’ time to .... erhh Claudia. " "Okay, He responded," that is why, I am here. I want to give you the chance to...." "Make love to you? "I cut in, rather on impulse. He looked at me with shock expression. His facial muscles twitched for a few seconds, and then relaxed again. He said, “You are still holding onto this fantasy, huh?" Somehow, he wanted to say,” remember I am your brother “but decided that rhetoric was pointless and was fast becoming a cliché. Rather he said," As I was saying, I want to give you the chance to be Claudia's Maid of honour. I knew that once a person was in love, he became blind to the voice of reasoning. Love is blind until the realities of marriage opens your eyes. Nevertheless, I tried to warn him against marrying Claudia, a girl I saw as a nymphomania. Me: Bro. Martin, Claudia is not a good choice for you. Martin: How can you tell? Me: She was my Senior in school and I knew her very well. Martin: Yea, she told me. Me: I see, did she also tell you she's a nympho and quick-tempered. Martin: No, but she said you never like her and will try to bad-mouth her, which is exactly what you are doing now. Me: No, she knew she is a bad girl, so she's simply trying to cover her tracks. Martin: Even if what you are saying is true, everybody has a good and a bad part. I'm sure you are not sacrosanct yourself. Are you? Me: No, I'm not but marriage is a serious thing. Don't jeopardize your future with this future-less girl. Don't let her curvy body and beautiful face deceive you. You won't have the peace to enjoy them. Martin: You sounded jealous. Me: Well, Yea, I am. I won't deny it but my jealousy at this moment was to protect you from that scruple-less girl. Martin: Don't call her names. I love her and I will get married to her regardless of what you said so once again, I want to ask you again., will you be her maid of honour? I agreed to be Claudia's maid of honour with mixed feelings and a string of bitterness. After chatting for another ten minutes, He left for his mother's house. Prior to leaving for his mother's house he asked me, "Have you read the storybook I gave you?" I answered, "no" He said. "Please do." "I will, brother," I promised. The music continued to flow in the background, washing away my sad emotion and re-echoing my brother's determination to carry on with his wedding. ********❌*****❌************* "I have a basic philosophy: When I meet somebody, even everybody who I've been warned is not a very nice person, my approach is, there must be something nice in that person, and if you get to know the nice part of the individual, then you develop a relationship and a friendship that is invaluable"- Gerald R. Ford.

Sarah you might b right abt Claudia but let him use his two eyes and see for himself... Next bros.

EPISODE 6 ?? THE LOVE OF A BROTHER When he left, I was deep in thought and didn't know what to do to occupy my mind in order not to think too much about his desire to go ahead with this madness he called ’marriage.’ I decided to use my leisure time to read the story book titled "Love of a brother." But come to think of it, why did he give me that story book in the first place. Quite lazily, I took the story book on top of the small drawer* beside my bed. I flipped the book open and began to read. **** In the story, Rosemary was born in a secluded village on a mountain to very poor parents. One day, she stole her father's money to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around her seemed to have. When her fatter discovered the theft and ask them, her brother owned up after their he threatened to punish them all.Her brother even dropped out of high school to enable her go to the university. One day, while she was studying in her room, her roommate came in and told her, 'There's a villager waiting for you outside!' She walked out, and she saw her brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. She asked him, 'Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?' He replied with a smile, 'Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?' She felt so touched, and tears filled her eyes. She swept away dirt and dust from her brother's body and told him with a lump in her throat, 'I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance.' From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, 'I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. I think you should also have one.' She could not hold back herself anymore. She pulled her brother into her arms and cried. During her brother’s marriage, at the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, 'Who is the one person you respect and love the most? ‘Without even taking a time to think, he answered,' My sister.' All guests turned their attention to Rosemary. She found it hard to speak and eventually said In her whole life, the one She would like to thank most was her brother. In front of the crowd, tears were rolling down her face again.The story ended with the couples living a happy married life. **** When I finish reading the story book, I was moved to read it over and over again. The message is clear, Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot. I could imagine Martin showing me all the love in the world. I wished it was not just a story but the reality on the ground. I could have been the happiest girl on planet Earth. I was inspired to fight for the love of my brother but I have to be more tactful about it, now that he had made up his mind to marry that ‘girl.’ A week later, Wedding invitation cards were shared, announcements were made, families were told and the date was fixed for the wedding. The night before the wedding, Claudia came to my room so that we could put finishing touches to her gown and other unfinished wedding plans. We worked till deep in the nigh. She slept over at my place. Family members kept coming in. ******❌********❌********** "Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love" - Mother Theresa.

EPISODE 7 ?✌ MARTIN'S WEDDING DRAMA < Third person point of view> On the wedding day, Claudia was dressed at Sarah's place Including her makeup, hair style and all that stuff. She felt tense up. For some unexplained reason, she had a premonition. "Something is definitely wrong somewhere, " she said to herself. Sarah tried to calm her, “Okay, okay, Claudia, you need to relax… Can you do that for me?” It was left with only twenty minutes for the wedding to begin; she was nervous just like the first time she went on a date with Martin. she said to Sarah, “I just need my grandmother’s necklace to calm down. “The two sisters (Sarah and Manila) looked at her wide-eyed. “Uh, Claudia…about that.” (Five minutes later) They searched the entire room but could not find the necklace. “What do you mean you can’t find my necklace! I can’t get married without it. It’s my lucky charm. No way. “Look,” Claudia, Sarah, said, “everyone’s has the program. It’s about to start. My brother Martin would be waiting in the church and he would be just as nervous as you. Do you really want to forfeit this wedding because of a necklace?” She shook her head. “Good, because if you don’t marry him, I know plenty of women who will.” When Sarah said, “Good, because if you don’t marry him, I know plenty of women who will," Claudia's fears increased. She had a hunch Sarah was up to something or was she simply paranoid? Claudia knew Sarah never like her, and the idea that her brother was getting married to her saddened her, despite her façade. Could the lost necklace be taken by her? It was an open secret that she loved her brother. "Was she jealous? Claudia was getting married to her "lover? “Claudia knew she had not been particularly a good girl and Sarah was right for not liking her. "Relax, Claudia, take this cocktail-de- Fruit and refresh yourself.” Sarah offered her the juice and left the room saying, “Excuse me for a minute, I want to attend to the ladies." A wicked smile curled Sarah's lips. She knew what the drink would do to Claudia. Boarding a taxi she headed towards the Baptist church where she knew his brother will be waiting for them. What was she up to? ***** When she reached the church, all eyes were turned on her. They were expecting to see her with Claudia and the rest of her families. Her parents pulled her over and asked, "Sarah, what happened? “She lied, "Claudia had taken so much drink the previous night so she was still sleeping." Her parents were confused. Eventually a message was sent to the officiating pastor that the wedding couldn't come on because the bride was drunk. The mark of disappointment and embarrassment was clearly visible on the pastor’s face. He went to the Pulpit to address the wedding guests, members of the church and the families, "My fellow brothers and sisters, we are very..." Sarah was happy her plans were coming to fruition now. She said to herself, “I love my brother too much to allow him sign his death warrant in this whole deception called marriage. The pastor continued with his announcement.."Sorry this wedding is postponed...erhh cancelled until......" Then Sarah turned round and was shocked by what she saw. Her sister Manilla dressed as a maid of honour, with Claudia, in her fabulous wedding gown, along with the rest of her family materialised in the Baptist Church through the doorway. Everyone was stunned, and the announcement was cut short. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Her plans had been foiled. ***********❌********* Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change, free of pain, free of obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality."- Socrates***

Next pls

Sorry for you

Sarah the evil step-sister I wonder what you'd gain from all these

EPISODE 8 ?✌? IN THE NICK OF TIME Claudia and Manilla entered the church. All all eyes were suddenly fixed on them. The pastor was making an announcement but paused when they entered the chapel but they have heard a portion of the announcement. .... "Sorry this wedding is postponed. .erhh cancelled until ....." That was enough to make sense of what nearly happened. Sarah gave Claudia a drugged cocktail de- Fruit drink so that when she finishes drinking it, she would sleep deeply and won't be able to make it to her wedding ceremony. She then ran away from her duties as the bridesmaid and came to the church to convey a misleading message to the church that Claudia couldn't make it to the wedding because she was drunk. The pastor was about to convey the full message to the wedding attendants when they came here. Actually, it was Manilla who saved Claudia. She was about to take the drink when she stopped her. After waiting for five minutes and Sarah didn't return from the acclaimed washroom, Manilla went to check up on her only to discover that she was gone. Manilla then wore Sarah's dress and told Claudia she will be accompanying her to the church since her sister had abandoned me. She said they must hurry to the church before the wedding was cancelled. By God's grace, they arrived just in the nick of time to thwart the cancellation of the wedding. At the end of each seated aisle, jasmine scented candles hung from candle holders. Spread down the aisle was a velvet carpet, as far as the eyes could see, well cleaned with a Hoover power scrub Deluxe carpet cleaner. Her last - minute bridesmaid looked radiant in her sister's dress. She was her saviour, choosing to side with her rather than her blood sister. She wondered how she looked considering the fact the crowd still fixed their gaze on them, a gaze betraying their shock. Finally, the pastor came out and asked every to stand. It was her turn! All eyes were still on her. Her flower girl lined the path with white rose petals as the music started. She only took three steps out before she was greeted by her father. He escorted her down the aisle, which seemed longer than before. He became her source of strength; without him she wouldn't have had the courage to walk down the aisle. Suddenly, the crowd became more friendly and lively. The guests looked at her, taking pictures of her dress, waving at her, smiling. Up ahead she saw him, Martin; Her husband to be. He stood taller with huge shoulders and his gaze was fixed on her. If she wasn’t mistaken she could have sworn she saw tears filled his eyes. Unlike him, her nervousness kicked in ten-fold. The attention was too much for her to handle. Good thing she only had five more steps to go. At the end of the aisle, her father hugged her, said “I ‘m proud of you” and then presented her to her groom. Her father placed her hand in Martin’s and smiled. As a couple, Martin and Claudia stood in front of the pastor. Before her father walked away, he patted Martin on the shoulder. That was his way of welcoming him into the family. Standing next to her love felt overwhelming. Was this really happening? Will I soon be Mrs. Martin Donkor? She asked herself. The minister said to the guests, “You can now be seated”. My friends and family followed his command. “Dearly beloved,” he began, “we are gathered here this morning to witness the unification of Martin Donkor and Claudia De-Craft in holy matrimony. "Marriage is a time where two people who find love openly declare it before God and men and invite him to give them the courage and endurance to travel on this long journey till the end. It marked the legal union between the two lovers and...." He delivered a long marriage speech. Afterward they exchanged vows. Tears filled their eyes. The ring bearer came forward and presented the rings. Claudia placed Martin’s ring on his finger first, then Martin placed hers on her finger as well. The priest nodded and asked “If anyone objects to the marriage speak now or forever hold your peace”. She was tensed. She imagined Sarah popping up again and saying, “I object to this marriage in the strongest possible terms because Claudia is a prostitute. She doesn't deserve my brother." Luckily, it was just a figment of her own imagination. No one popped up to say a word. The wedding proceeding continued. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of a young lady leaving the church premise and she speculated it was Sarah. Her nervousness quadrupled and she felt like the ground was giving way beneath her feet. … “By the power vested in me by the State and church, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Martin leaned in and kissed her, softly like he’s never done it before. Everyone cheered for them as they kissed, however she barely noticed; her full attention was diverted to the mysterious girl lurking in a corner behind the window. Soon after they did the whole candle symbolizing. The reception was great. At the end of the ceremony, her fears flew away completely. She looked forward to an ecstatic honeymoon after ansuccessful wedding. Beads of sweat broke down on Sarah's skin when she realized her own sister had chosen to spoil her plans and made her an amity. She was frightened everyone will see her as an enemy of progress. That was the peak of her embarrassment. When the wedding was over, she received a message on her phone from her sister. It read, "I saw you when you put a sleeping tablet in her drink and ran away. I stopped her from taking the cocktail de fruit. I took your Bridesmaid’s dress because I knew you won't come back, you are wicked. I will tell dad everything you did from the moment Brother Martin stepped into our house till today." Sarah's heart beat rapidly. How would she explain herself to her parents, that she tried to sabotage her brother's wedding because she thought he was making a great mistake in marrying Claudia, in addition to the fact that she was in love with him and couldn’t bear the sight of another girl taking him from her? She thought she couldn't face the shame so she boarded a taxi and headed towards her friend's place. She wanted to exile herself from home for some weeks, months or even a year, because she couldn't stand seeing her brother with that miscreant who had officially become her-sister - in -law. ****❌********❌******* "Time is the friend of the wonderful company, the enemy of the mediocre."-Warren Buffet***

EPISODE 9 MARTIN'S ACCIDENT AND DNA TEST ~About three Months later~ It has been barely three months since Sarah ran away from home. She was afraid her father would reprimand her for trying to sabotage her brother's wedding. Stephen Donkor , Sarah’s father was getting ready to go to work when his ex- girlfriend Doreen called him with some disturbing news. She told him that his son Martin was involved in a terrible accident and was sent to the Korle-Bu teaching Hospital. Stephen nearly collapse when she conveyed that news to him. He began to palpitate." Quickly, he entered his car and drove towards Korle-Bu teaching Hospital. It was about 45 minutes’ drive from his house. Once he turned round Airport Residential Area, he moved straight into the Ring Road West, passed the Good News Embassy and then turned right into Guggisberg Ave, and there it was-Korle - Bu Teaching Hospital. ~In the Hospital~ Stephen virtually jumped out of the car and entered the hospital.Doreen was sitting at the OPD (Out Patient Department) They quickly consulted a nurse who directed them to a doctor at the Emergency Ward. Upon reaching the Emergency Ward, they saw Martin wrapped in bandage. A lot of machines were fixed on him. An electro cardiogram to measure his heart's electrical activities and a sensor pulse oximeter, painlessly attached to his fingertips to measure his pulse. Doctor Clark switched to operation mood, been assisted by his nurses, each carrying a specific instrument. To assess the extent of damage to his internal organs due to the accident, he performed an x-ray, ultra sound and MRI to show the damages to his lungs, heart, ribs and blood vessels. After that, a bronchoscopy was done to repair the damages to his airways and lungs. After doing his part professionally, the doctor placed the rest was in the hands of the Almighty God. "He will be in the hospital for a month. I want to be sure there was no internal bleeding," doctor Clark said. He also suggested Stephen should donate his blood, just in case it might become necessary for his son to use.Personally, Stephen didn't believe in blood donation as a medical option, an idea he picked from his friend who was a Jehovah’s Witness. Nevertheless, he was obliged to do it. He waited impatiently at the visitor's parlour with Doreen. Doreen looked worried as if she was struggling not to say what she wanted to say. Stephen decided not to push it. An hour later, Doctor Clark summoned him. He said, "your blood did not seem to be compatible with my patient, your 'son'. I suggest you do a DNA test." "DNA Test? "why? “ Stephen asked quite angrily. “To make sure Martin is actually your son, the doctor said explicitly. “He was confused.He asked himself, "Why?" Would Doreen give me a child who is not mine? “No. No,“ He doubted it. He said the doctor may have gotten the test wrong somehow. Then he remembered a nurse told him doctor Clark had worked in UK for ten years, and had acquired a lot of experiences. He reasoned a simple blood group compatibility test won't be too difficult for him to handle. He wanted to ask Doreen about the paternity of his “son” but concluded she would lie about it. He opted for the DNA Test as suggested by the doctor. Martin laid on his bed asleep. Doctor Clark said he should come for the test result in two days’ time. When one is anxious for an event or an expectation, time doesn’t move fast enough. Those two days were like two- hundred years to him. If Martin was not his son, then he still didn't have a son and Doreen had an explanation to make. "Why would she give another man's son to me and give me a false hope that I have a son? Stephen asked himself. Stephen wished the issue would not reach the stage where he would be infuriated to kill her. There was another issue. Sarah, his daughter was in love with Martin, if Martin proved not to be his son, then they had denied her the opportunity to marry a good man. (To Stephen,Martin was the most disciplined young man he had ever seen in a generation where he doubted if there were still have good and responsible young men who will be presented with an opportunity to have sex with a lady and still reject it) Well, he was married now anyway. But why is his wife not here? He asked himself. He sent his daughter in law Claudia several text messages about her husbands accident She had also not pick his calls. Where is Claudia? ~The second day~ "Mr. Donkor Stephen, your DNA test results were in, “said Doctor Clark. Stephen's heart skipped a bit. He asked the Doctor, " is Martin my son or not?" " I'm sorry to break your heart but the DNA test result showed Martin is NOT your son, "Doctor Clark said calmly, in his British accent. "What!!!," he shouted. "What he feared had happened. Doreen is a liar," he shouted. Dr. Clark continued," We did a blood test known as Restriction Fragment Length Polymorphism (RFLP). To be sure, we also used a procedure called a Buccal scrap. Considering "your son's" Rhesus factor we ...." He ran away from his office before Dr. Clark finished explaining his medical jargon to him. Without caring if people were around, he attacked Doreen, who was sitting at the Out-Patient-Department. (OPD)"You cheap slut of a woman, you deceived me Martin is my son!" He was shaking with anger. She tried to give an explanation but he gave her two quick slaps which sent her crashing on the ground in tears. He left the hospital in a fit of anger.At home, he told Lucy what happened at the Hospital and about Martin's DNA test result. ******* ~ Three days later~ Doreen paid him a visit at his workplace; Crystal Insurance Company. His anger had subsided, and he was more friendly towards her. " You are welcome Doreen," he said, a bit guilty for slapping her at the hospital a few days ago. "Thank you, Stephen," Doreen said. " I'm sure you know why I'm here so I will go straight to the point. "I always thought Stephen was your son because I slept with you when I was in my danger period. We broke up three days after the coition. A week after our break-up, I began feeling sick and vomiting so I concluded that I was pregnant. " "I met Dickson later and he forcefully slept with me, the result for which he was in now in prison. So all along, I thought you are the father of my son. The reason I didn't tell you earlier was because I don't want to bring confusion into your marriage to my best friend Lucy though she didn't deserve it. After all, she stole you from me. I love you too much to break your home. Come to think of it, if Lucy were to know I have a 'son' for you, she will have killed him long time since she filled your house with only females. "Have you done any test to really prove you were pregnant by then?" He asked. "No, I haven't," she said. "Then how could you be so sure Martin was my son? Doreen was quiet. Stephen told Doreen the fact that she was vomiting or feeling feverish was not enough proof she was pregnant at the time she suspected she was. He said it may be mere coincidence." Doreen was quiet for a while and then say, "Yes, you are right. I should have tested myself before coming to the conclusion I drew about my pregnancy." "Yea, you should have. As it stands now, the rapist you called Dickson Vanderpuye is Martin's biological Father." Doreen said, "I am sorry I put you through all this and raising your hope of having a son." Stephen was very impressed with Doreen's sincerity and was endeared to her.He decided to hug her as a sign of forgiveness. He drew closer to her and they hugged each other heartily. Suddenly, the spark of old passion flushed through their body and ignited their pheromones. He could feel Doreen's body shook with emotion. He remembered the good old times and how strong their love-making was by then. It all came back flooding his mind with sensual scenes. ****❌****************** "Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learnt whatever state I am, therein to be content."- Hellen Keller

@ladyg @thecomely @ele1

What a twist! ride on sir

Sarah u are an evil doer

Sarah ngwanu o . You husband is there for you. Thank God for everything o . Ride on.

EPISODE 10 ?? WEDDING AFTERMATH [ Martin's Point of view] My sister had a deep affection for me, the reason for which she tried to sabotage my wedding. It really sent cold shivers down my spine and had she succeeded, it would have been the greatest embarrassment to the family but a savior to me. Let me tell you how I ended up in the Hospital as an accident victim. It has been barely three months since I got married to Claudia De-Craft. We have a very good Honeymoon at the Golden Tulip Hotel in Accra. It had been a spree of Entertainment and bedmatics. Though we stayed at Golden Tulip Hotel, I took her to lunch at Serena Hotel and for drinks at Java just for mere adventure and the fun of it. I felt I was riding on clouds. We had a fantastic time. Claudia really made me laugh, tell me funny jokes and even sang for me. In that moment of Joy, I vilified Sarah for trying to denigrate Claudia. She wasn't a bad girl as I have been forewarned by my half -sister.In our hotel apartment I made her feel comfortable and queenly. She loved my aggression, strength and power when I first banged her. Afterwards, I went to the Fridge to get her a glass of blue Champagne. I made her feel special. She kissed me on the cheeks and said, "I had a great honeymoon, Honey." "Me too, Cleopatra, the Queen of ass, " I tried to tease her calling her by her nickname which I heard from Sarah when she was trying to convince me not to marry Claudia. One week later, we extended our honeymoon abroad. We travelled to Paris for another three week of honeymoon characterized with dining, drinking, Sightseeing and of course, hot sex. We often go shopping, playing games, watching movies at cinemas, especially the ones that accentuate lovemaking. It was really a nice experience with her. I gave her everything she wanted and those things she never asked for. We returned to Ghana after three weeks. When we arrived at Kotoka International Airport, my father came to pick us at the airport with a brand new Highlander car. We got to my father's house to met some friends and family members. Claudia didn't ask of Sarah and I wasn't really surprise. "Hello everyone, I am delighted to present my first special gift to my dear wife, " I collected the car key from my Father and handed it over to her right in the presence of my friends and family members. They all clapped cheering me and celebrating her car with champagne. I felt she was the best "choice" I ever made in life. She took the key and thanked me for my magnanimity. She put her hands on my shoulders and I lifted her up. Our lips meet and she kissed me passionately right in front of our guests. It was a happy moment. After service on Sunday, I took her to go and see our senior pastor, Pastor Henry Davies. He prayed for us and advised us to be tolerant with each other. Soon the "Honey" had been licked from the "moon." The sweetness has ended and we decided to returned home. I had wanted to give Claudia a 'surprise' but later changed my mind and chose to test her loyalty. I turned round and headed towards a rented apartment. When we reached the apartment , I realised Claudia's demeanour changed. She didn't like the apartment. It was a very simple hall and Chamber Self-contained.There was no shower and other luxuries of life. Claudia then began showing her true colour ; her lion-like part to me. She will not smile to me, she will not cook for me and on bed, she was always cold. "What have I done, darling?" I asked. "Don't Darling me, I told you I don't like this house. It doesn't befit your status as a physiotherapist, “she said furiously. I pretended not to hear her comments about the place and went to sleep. After complaining for Six weeks without seeing me doing what she wanted, I realised she began making midnight calls. She now put a password on her phone and was always chatting on WhatsApp and Facebook. Somehow, I got access to the password and found my way into her iPhone 9. Most of her chats were deleted but there were snippets of chats that captured my attention. Donaldson: Hi, babe Claudia: Hi, Dearie Donaldson: it's been long time Claudia: yea Donaldson: when will you come back to me? Claudia: I don't know, maybe next week. Donaldson: That's too long, I can't wait to see you. Claudia: me too. Donaldson: like Seriously? Claudia: it's true. Donaldson: Honey, Are you sure you are not cheating on me? Claudia: why are you asking that question. Do I look like a cheat? Donaldson: I'm just afraid someone will take you from me. Claudia: No, dear, relax, I'm all yours. Donaldson: Hmm, I hope so. You know your " Sugar" always make me happy but I'm afraid someone will steal you from me. Claudia: You don't trust me? Donaldson: I do Claudia: No, you don't. Donaldson: It's not like that. The fact is you don't call me nowadays and we don't do the sexting we have been doing. I just miss those things. Claudia: You are making me feel Hon_____" "So you now read my text messages secretly?" a familiar voice sounded behind my back. I turned round and stared into the angry eyes of my wife Claudia. "Who is Donaldson, " I asked her angrily. She kept quiet. "Answer me, you cheap whore!!!," I thundered. "You called me who_re? " "Yes, that's what you are, Sarah was right, you are a nympho. "She looked at me, anger welling within her. She gave me a dirty slap and hit me with a wooden rod close to the bed. It was as if she was possessed by the Spirit of fighting. After hitting me with the wooden rod, she advanced on me and began hitting me with blows, clinging onto my back. Out of anger, I threw her away from my back. She landed flatly on the bare floor with a thud. When she rose from the ground, she screamed like a demon. She rushed to kitchen and came back to the bedroom with knives, ready to stab me. When she realised she couldn’t stab me without getting closer, she began throwing the knives at me, while sealing the exit. I was lucky to have ducked under a wooden structure. After throwing all the knives and missing her target, she closed the door and went out. Luckily, I had a spare key. Quickly, I used it to exit the bedroom. I rushed to my Land Rover, sparked it into life and sped off, driving carelessly out of my house onto the main road without checking for oncoming vehicles. The moment I left the house onto the main road, I saw an oncoming vehicle just a few inches from me. I applied my brakes but the brake did not respond. My hope rested on the steering wheel. I need to manoeuvre the car out of line of the oncoming vehicle. Suddenly, I lost Control of the steering wheel too. The oncoming vehicle, a Nissan Patrol collided with my Land Rover. Upon the collision, my car flipped so many times on the road, as if the world was going round in series of circles. My body hit the dashboard of the car incessantly amidst my cry for help and screams. My forehead collided with the windscreen and my bones, muscles and joints felt like they were being crushed into unrecognizable parts. The noise of the metals been smacked over the asphalt was almost deafening. Luckily, the deflated air bag pushed me right back into the seat, aided by my seat belt. After the car rolled over several times, it came to a sudden halt, landing on its roof. I could see everything in an upside down position, but my vision became blur, synchronised with the high level of excruciating pain I felt all over my body. My vision kept flashing from pitch darkness to blinding white light. I couldn't see clearly. Everything was blurred. In the distance I heard the sound of a siren. Blood was oozing out of my nose and almost every part of my body. I tried to scream but my faint voice didn't have such energy Then I black out. When I woke up I saw myself in the four walls of a hospital. A doctor introduced himself to me. He was a Half -Caste by name Clark Iverson. Dr. Clark said I have minor burns and just very little internal organ damage. I cried. "Stop crying, my son, "My mother, Doreen, comforted me. Later, my father also came to the hospital but looking anxious. After about two days, My Father, Mr. Donkor Stephen came to the hospital but left in anger. My mother looked worried. I must admit My sister Sarah was right about Claudia. Claudia never visited me at the Hospital for the whole month. By the time I was released from the hospital and went home, she had left, packing all her belongings from my room. I broke down in tears. I was forewarned by my Sister Sarah, but I chose to ignore her warning. The realities of my infantile marriage had opened my eyes now. I also learnt that physical appearance can be deceptive. **❌********❌********* "By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you will become happy; if you get bad one, you will become a philosopher"- Socrates *********❌********❌****** "Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that." -Martin Luther King Jr

Sarah was right about Claudia "If you get a good wife, you will become happy; if you get bad one, you will become a philosopher”- Socrates Interesting...carry on sir

Hope you ve learnt your lesson now eeh Kwa? That's good. Next my Gee.

Huh,next time try to take advise from enemy

EPISODE 11 SENSUAL FLASHBACK ??? NOTE TO THE READER: ⚠ *** This episode Contains Romantic scenes which some readers may find too elaborative because of the complexity of the expressions used( Euphemisms) **** <<<23 Years Ago<<<<< As Stephen gazed at Doreen, the past memory of their lovemaking came flooding his mind. He remembered how it all started. It all started when Doreen was teaching in Zionville Preparatory School. She was an English teacher. One day a group of men came to the school to talk to them about the importance of insurance. They were from Crystal Insurance Company. Doreen’s eyes caught one of them in particular. She got attracted to him. His name was Stephen Donkor. Before then She don't believe in love at first sight, but She believe in two people having chemistry right away and she felt that chemistry between herself and Stephen. He was tall, athletic, handsome and gentle with a touch of swag in him. Unknown to her, he was also attracted to her. He gave her his phone number and asked her to call him after school. Strangely enough, she didn’t call him. Three days later, He met Doreen again on his way home from work. He gave her a lift. Two days later, he was surprise Doreen invited him to her home. Stephen honored the invitation and went to Doreen’s house. They chatted and laughed. Then they watched TV. It was a highly explicit movie was X titled "The Heart of man "-a Ghana- Nigerian collaborated movie featuring Majid Michael, Nadia Buari and Jackie Appiah. As they watched the movie, it began to influence them. Stephen stood up to go but was stopped by the sudden downpour of rain that hit the ground in powerful torrents turning the plain fields into gullies. "Stephen, please don't go away, keep me company," Doreen pleaded. He turned back and since she was at his back, their faces met squarely. She held him and kissed him softly. Waves of excitement move through Stephen's body. It was like a wild beast released from a prison of 100 years, ready to neurotransmit its content into another organism. They gazed into each other’s eyes, wordlessly. Their desires for each other was imminent. He didn't know how it happened but he found himself on a planet of love with Doreen, a world devoid of misery, pain and worry. That planet abounded in joy, happiness and love. Stephen began exploring Doreen's private territory. He discovered her natural treasures. Her "Conicals" promised superficial pleasures, but her “low grounds" guaranteed immerse ecstasies especially at the core territory. He reached out for the two "melons " on her chest , toying and caressing them for a couple of minutes. He explored the peaks on her "two pendulous melons" which drooped like lazy flowers. After a couple of minutes, he decided to venture into her deeper territories for love and adventure and to satisfy his curiosity about her vast mysterious and magnificent fleshy terrain. Exploring her “lower territories", Stephen chanced on the gate of joy. It was positioned at the outer core, hidden behind a thicket of 'bushes' growing on the important section of her bare fleshy land. The 'gate of joy ' had an inlet. Out of curiosity, he traversed the inlet and found himself in a hot chasm full of steams of ecstasy and rivers of joy. The streams engulfed him in a way that he lost control of his equipoisity. He moved deeper and deeper into the hot chasm, partly entangled in her feminine flesh, the inner groovy layer offering one lean pathway to another complex world of fleshy folds. The depth of the chasm seemed so limitless that he wondered if a fathometer could even measure it. It seemed to have a greater gravitational flux such that he couldn't equiparate the swivic distance he covered from the time he entered the "hot chasm" and the distance yet to be covered. He seemed to lost his equipollence totally as the gravitational pull in the chasm became so enormous. His adventurous journey through the "bottomless' depth was luckily halted by a much smaller and narrower chamber at the inner core of the hot chasm. His sexual odyssey was truncated by the intimate barricade of folded flesh in the inner Chamber. Instantaneously, he decided to make that juicy chamber his first land of discovery and a temporary habitat. Suddenly, the chamber merged on his "joystick" and they became one inseparable unit. He began thrusting "his joystick” into the fleshy chamber and was rewarded by torrent of pleasure coursing through their point of intersection. At the Zenith of their intimacy, they melted into each other in the fiery flames of love and defied the laws of Addition in mathematical which makes one plus one two. In this scenario, one plus one remains one, a scenario which makes nonsense of all maths theories because of the uniformity between two flesh which suddenly become One in flesh, one in spirit. Exhaustion set in, serving as the love referee that separated the two edifice of love. Sweat broke Stephen's skin when he finally exited her " love chamber," a separation that flung him out of the hot juicy chamber back into the real world of reality, pain and anxiety where Mathematical principles made sense once again. "Stephen! Stephen!!! Are you alright???Doreen asked, interrupting his sensual fantasy. *** ~Flash back over ~ "Mmm-mmm, Doreen, I'm alright.I was just taken away a bit down the memory lane where…." "We make love," Doreen cut in. "Yea, " he agreed quite ashamed of himself. He continued, "I understand you now and I don't think it's your fault. Can we talk later when I'm less busy in a relaxed environment? " "Why not," She said. Stephen could feel a wave of emotion sweeping over him, the effect of the sensual flashback he had had. Doreen stood up to go. He couldn't help but stared at her bouncing backside as it Flipped - flopped up and down in synchronization to her well calculated steps. He pitied himself for betraying Doreen and missing those sweet moments they used to have. Nevertheless, he concluded there was no harm in trying once again What happened 23 years ago. "Wait a minute, Doreen," he ordered. She turned back, her glamorous dove -like eyes piercing deeply into his , slowing breaking the wall of defence he had built for himself. "Doreen, I am sorry for giving you a slap at the hospital. Please, forgive me" Stephen apologised. "I have forgiven you before you ask. I understand you reacted like that because of the shock you received, when you realised your only 'son' wasn't your son, "said Doreen. "Can you give me a hug again, for old time’s sake?" He asked. "Why not," Doreen said and moved towards him. She gave him a lovely hug. Stephen didn't want to disengage himself from her embrace. Honestly, he was happy Doreen didn't detach herself from the hug either. He knew work ethics prohibited love in the office and CCTV Cameras fixed at vantage points could easily capture those romantic scene. Even before he contemplated on whether to disengage himself from Doreen or not Stephen heard a knock on the door. He disengaged from Doreen. The knock on the door was the saviour that temporary broke the Doreen's hypnosis on him and prevented him from going beyond restricted grounds and thanks to the electronic spies called "CCTVs. His secretary - Afua knocked again and he asked her to Come in. She had come for a company file. She took the file and left, looking quite suspicious at the two of them. Then Stephen remembered the inner room in his office. It was quite small but comfortable. He gazed at Doreen sexily, held her hands and led her into the inner room. **** ~Drama in the inner room~ They began touching each other passionately. He felt the rhythmic wave of pleasure initialising in his system.They peeped into each other’s eyes, wordlessly. He pulled her towards himself again and hugged her. She remained in his arms for long. Doreen: You know I love you so much. My love for you is priceless. Stephen : Yea, I know," I said. Doreen: Then why did you sleep with my best friend,Lucy, to the extent that she's now your wife? Stephen : Honestly, I don't know why but you shouldn't have asked her to take care of me when you were away. Doreen: I trusted her. I never knew it will come to that. Stephen : True, I should have controlled myself too. I'm sorry, Doreen. I wished I can turn back the hands of time. Doreen: No, you can't. He kept quiet and stared at Doreen. She gazed at him with romantic eyes and a yearning for love. "Don't worry, Stephen, this will be the last one," she said giggling. He began to explore her romantically and was rewarded with involuntary body spasm. After a couple of minutes, she led him into her valley of pleasure to nurtured his fleshly desires. Exploring the core of her "chasm" felt like a new and exciting experience to him, perhaps due to the long years of separation from her. He wasn't alone in this experience, as Doreen began to let out Pleasurable moans "eee!! Ahhh!! Awww!!" At the peak of their excitement, the door flung open and Afua, Stephen's secretary entered the room calling him, "Mr. Donkor! Mr. Donkor!!, Mr. Donkor!!!!" He kept quiet. He couldn't go out to meet her because he was naked in the inner room with Doreen. She knew the Inner room and was moving towards it. Stephen knew he had to do something fast before his srcretary chanced on Sarah and him there He responded loudly, "Afua, what's the problem?" "Sir, are you all right in there?"she asked. "Errrmmm, yea, I'm OK. I'm Just changing my shirt. It was stained with tea," he lied. "What do you want" "The managing Director asked me to bring you to his office" she said. "Alright Afua, I will be there in a jiffy, said Stephen. "OK, sir," she said and left. They heaved a sign of relief. Stephen knew lovemaking in the office is strictly prohibited and highly unprofessional. He could be dismissed for it. After the secretary left, Doreen quickly passed the back door and left. Stephen dressed as if nothing had happened and walk towards the managing director's Office. ** That evening, he drove home with only one person in his mind. His Ex- lover -Doreen. Surely, the love had never died after all. Old firewood easily catches fire. Stephen knew he had been caught in the fires of old love.

EPISODE 12 ??✌ SHOCKING VISIT AND FAMILY MEETING { Sarah's Point of view} I have been away from home for about three months and few days now on a self-imposed exile after failing to halt Martin’s wedding to Claudia. I had decided It was time to go back home since my WASSCE results were out. Manilla told me on phone I had Aggregate nine (9). A perfect grade for Geomatics Engineering. Manilla and I had reconciled our differences. Indeed, Blood is indeed thicker than water. My dad called me and urged me to come home. He promised to send me to the University of Ghana, Legon School of Geomatics Engineering. I decided to tell Dorothy, my friend that it was time to go back home. Dorothy said she told her brother about me and he was curious to see me. She warned me not to entice her brother because he was having a girlfriend. She said , My brother’s girlfriend is with him now, so I don't know if it's good to send you there. She thought for a while and said," maybe, you can come along with me and say “hi" to him. There is no harm in trying." We trekked and soon reached Dorothy's brother's big mansion. We entered the room and her brother came out to greet us. He was a nice looking chap. A quick look at the compound reveals his social status, upper middle class. On his compound, fleet of cars were packed. A small garden for relaxation and his perfectly painted mansion stood out from the rest. After exchanging greetings, he called his girlfriend to bring us water. Two minutes later, his girlfriend entered the spacious sitting room with a bottle of chilled water. When I saw his girlfriend, I froze. "CLAUDIA!!! "Claudia, what are you doing here?!" I asked her in shock. She remained rooted to the spot; wordless. The bottle of water she was carrying toppled from the tray and smashed on the tiled floor. Its content spilled onto the bare floor. I advanced on her and began beating the living daylight out of her, "you cheap slut, you are cheating on my brother! I knew it, I warned him against you but you acted like an angel until you got what you wanted. " Dorothy's brother, Donaldson, came to her rescue. He was very surprised at my allegations until I showed him the wedding pictures of my brother and Claudia De-Craft. According to Donaldson, Claudia was his girlfriend for many years and only asked permission to visit her sick Mother in her village for three months. "Three months??? "I exclaimed. This meant from the time of the marriage arrangement to the time Claudia got married to my brother, Claudia only stayed with my brother, Martin, for barely three months. It also meant she was wedded to my brother for just two months, two weeks, after which she ran back into the open arms of her boyfriend and stayed there for one full month.!!! "My brother has to hear this. I rushed out of Donaldson’s mansion, took a taxi back to Accra, Airport Residential Area. Soon I reached home. I received a hearty welcome from my family. A few days later a big family meeting was called. It seemed like my father also had some surprising news to tell me. ***❌**** My father said he was glad everyone was present at this meeting, except one person. (We all knew who she was). He said the purpose of that meeting was to clarify certain issues concerning the family. He then continued by saying, “Before I say what I want to say, lt us pray.... Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. ........." May peace remained in this family. Amen. After he finished praying, my father said, “My oldest daughter Sarah said she have something to tell us, I suggest we listen to her. I then began narrating my story on Claudia, my brother’s wife. “When I ran away from home, I stayed with my friend Dorothy for the past three months at Cape Coast. Later I decided to come back home when I heard my WAEC results were released. Dorothy suggested I greet her brother before leaving since he wanted to know who was staying with his sister. We went to see his brother who was a Senior Science lecturer at the University of Cape Coast. Upon entering his room, he asked his 'girlfriend' to give me water. His 'girlfriend' came in to give me the water and I was shocked to see Claudia, my brother's wife been introduced as Donaldson's girlfriend. I pause and watched my brother to see his reaction. Martin stuttered in his speech, “ Umm, eeeeei, ei,ei, You are right, Sarah, We had a misunderstanding when I chanced on her WhatsApp message to the same guy, Donaldson. I asked her about the message and it resulted into a fight which eventually led to my accident and hospitalization. She sent me a text message yesterday that she won't be coming back to me. She promised to forward the divorce notice to me, for the annulment of our two and a half month -old marriage. (Martin cried silently) I got married to a she -devil. It was a gloomy moment for him. In my mind, I was saying, “I warned you about her but you were blinded by what you called love.…...I stopped short of saying "foolishness." I knew how it felt like to be in love. In fact, I'm still in love with Martin so I have no moral justification to criticize him. My Father said something else. He said Martin is not my brother. “How,” I was surprise. He explained, A DNA result from Korle Bu teaching Hospital has proven his paternity and I wasn’t his father. “When did you do the test, father ,” I asked. It happened when your brother. ...eerrrr. Martin had an accident and Dr. Clark requested for blood group compatibility test. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” My Father responded emphatically, “YES, I’M SURE he's not your brother.” For over five minutes, I thought I was in a dreamland. I thought my father was joking, then I became convinced my father was not joking. I screamed so loudly that even passers-by’s who were far away could hear me. I stood up and rushed into Martin's arm,"brother Martin, ermmm, sorry (forgetting he was no longer my half-brother) "Yes," he responded. "I missed you so much, darling. Can we start all over again?" He looked at me and said, "Of course. I am sorry for putting you through all those emotional trauma. I hope you understand the circumstances in which I said all those words" "I do, Bro. .... (I paused. Struggling to get used to the fact that he was not my brother) He said, I'm relocating to my new residence, will you mind to accompany me there? I responded quickly, “No, I don't mind.” Martin said, “Okay, then, it's a deal.let me get my car key. I responded , it’s OK. Dear. "Where are you going, Sarah?"My mother Lucy asked. "To Martin's residence," I answered. She wanted to say something again but decided to keep quiet. I have a feeling mum was not too comfortable with Martin. ************************************************************ Family is like branches on a tree; we all grow in different, yet our roots remain as one- Anonymous.

EPISODE 13 ??✌?? BOUNCED AGAIN !!! {In Sarah's Point of view} You remembered Martin asking me if I mind accompanying him to his place since he was relocating to his new residence, and I told him I don't mind. It was after the family meeting. My mother Lucy looked suspicious when I moved towards Martin's car and she asked me where I was going even though it was apparent to her. My mother sometimes behaved like a helicopter-parent though she did it subtly. I have a feeling she had something against Martin. Martin drove his car like an expert and soon we got close to his new apartment. Before we moved to his house, we passed by Accra Mall. He said, “darling feel free and take whatever you need " in an enchanting voice. It seemed history was repeating itself. There was a saying that history will keep repeating itself until its lessons were learnt. I felt sad for Martin. His nascent marriage had hit the rock. Well, I was quite excited it happened earlier than later. He will have enough time to heal his heart. At the shopping wall, I bought a lot of stuff, from perfumes to dresses. We reached the house he had built three months prior to his wedding to that "cheat" who called herself Claudia but decided to test her loyalty before lodging into it. He opened the thick Oak door, polished with black paint. At the side of the door was a video Surveillance door bell and a palm scanner. He placed his full palm on the scanner and an inscription was displaced on the LED board on top of the door, “ACCESS GRANTED" For some strange reasons, I used that "access granted. “scenario to fantasize how I will also grant him access to my 'door of pleasure' if he initiated the action. We entered his magnificent room. It was a very spacious room with a thick Italian carpet on the floor. Neat velvet curtains and drapes hanged on the windows to obstruct the UV rays of the sun from dancing too much into the sitting room. The wall was well decorated and embroidered in unique designs and symbols. The louvre blades across the window were tinted. For a young man of his age, Martin (calling him Martin for the first time without adding the title "brother") had an extravagant taste for style and fashion. My heart begun to beat rapidly and hammering sporadically against my chest. I sat at the edge of his king- size bed. He sat by my side and handed over a drink of wine to me. I became very happy that finally my desire was coming True. We needed to cement our love with the physical intimacy of coition. I held him and whispered into his ears, "My love for you will never die. “He casually said, "Me too." My passion was increasing at intermittent pace and I felt a hot welling down my core. "I can't wait for...Martin," I said involuntarily. What is he waiting for? God, I'm going to die with passion. It's too much for me to bear. Every cell in my body was waiting keenly for the great ecstasy. Then he moved towards me and paused just an inch to the massive bed. "Sarah, I'm sorry we can't make love right now. We have to wait until we get married. After that, the gate of joy will be opened to us forever and we will enjoy sex forever without feeling guilty," Martin said. At first, I thought he was joking, then realised he looked serious." Martin, Have you jilted me again?" I screamed at him, “ you are a coward and a Killjoy. That's why Claudia left you. Are you philophobic?" He looked at me calmly without uttering a word but he seemed moved by my tantrums. Then he said, "Sweetheart, just be patient." He touched his zip and gazed at me for a few seconds and say, "No, this is not right. I can't do it now, somehow, I still see you as my sister." I looked at him in great disappointment, stood up, put on my mini skirt and blouse and left in a hurry. I won't set my feet into your house again, coward!!!" ****❌*******❌************* Love changes people. And people change in love. When you love someone, you want to be whatever they want you to be. Unfortunately, even when this change warrants your love for them, it does not guarantee their love for you. -Bridal Tip. *****

Hmmm, bt is it right 4 dem to get married? Considerin their parents are stil in love?

That's the question. Is it right for them to get married? We wait to see @ireoluwa

EPISODE 14 ??✌✌ How Lucy Met Stephen <Third Person Narration> Honestly, Lucy, Sarah’s mother had never liked Martin. From the day her husband made the announcement that Martin will be coming to see his “half-sisters,” Sarah, Manilla and Jacqueline, she had never been herself. Mr. Donkor Stephen used to be Doreen's boyfriend. And Doreen was Lucy's best friend. It was Doreen who introduced Stephen to Lucy one day when he came to take her out for dinner. Upon seeing Lucy, Stephen decided to take the two of them out instead. When they went to the restaurant Lucy could see how Stephen was stealing glances at her and that made her uncomfortable. At a point, she told Doreen she wanted to leave. She lied she had some important works to do, thus the need to set off early. The truth was, she was also admiring Stephen. He was too handsome to be ignored. Whenever their eyes locked in a gaze, a secret message was transmitted between them and the message was clear. Stephen desired her and she desired Stephen. All these things took place at the blindside of Doreen who never thought her friend Lucy could desire her boyfriend.A few months later, Stephen fell sick at a time Doreen’s mother also fell sick. Since Doreen couldn’t take care of boyfriend and mother who were in different geographical locations at the same time, she suggested to her friend Lucy to take care of her boyfriend Stephen while she attends to her own mother in the village. Lucy was grateful for the opportunity. After Doreen left for the village, She went to see Stephen and explain the situation to him. He had no option than to accept it. He was down with fever. Lucy was then an Owner of a boutique so she had more time to take care of the sick Stephen. Even on his sick bed, she could see his desire for her. The lust burning in his eyes was so unmistakable that even a babe could see it. Despite his obvious desire for her, he never has the courage to utter the words because he thought she will reject him, knowing Lucy and Doreen were friends. She cooked for him, swept his room, washed his dishes, gave him the prescribed medicines and chatted with him. Within a week and a half, he recuperated. He was so much appreciative of her indefatigable assistance to him. In order to show his appreciation, he bought a nice pair of blouse and skirt, three lady's bags and shoes. Stephen went to her home. Luckily, She was home when he came. "Please take these things. They are my gifts to you for taking care of me during my sickness," he said. Lucy was so excited for his show of gratitude that she embraced him with glee. *** That embrace was the last stroke that broke the camel's back. Her Oxytocin level rose high, and she clung to him tightly. He lifted her onto the couch in her sitting room. After heavy petting and caressing, they made love until exhaustion set in. Realization dawned on her that they had crossed the red line. She had slept with her friend's boyfriend. That erotic encounter became the benchmark for their secret affair even after Doreen returned from his mother's village. Her behaviour towards Doreen changed by default. Doreen noticed how cold her friend had become towards her so she asked her, "Lucy, have I done something to you? " She answered. “No, Doreen, why?" Doreen answered, "I realised you had changed towards me, like I am now your enemy. Have Stephen done something to you when I was away?" "Something like what? “she asked, a bit guilty. "Well, I don't know, maybe he did something you don't like and you were angry with him and extended it to me since I am his girlfriend." Unconsciously, she laughed and said, " Girlfriend? Well, he didn't do anything I don't like. He rather did what I like." Doreen looked at her with a serious face and asked, what do you mean by that question, " Girlfriend? " and that expression, "He rather did what I like." "Nothing, Doreen," she said and left. Secrets have a way of revealing themselves. It wasn't long before the cat was left out of the bag. Lucy got pregnant and eventually confessed to Doreen that her boyfriend was responsible for her pregnancy. She was so shocked and angry with Lucy for betraying her that she hit her hard on the head with a big stick. She fell down unconscious and had to be hospitalised for weeks. *** Lucy eventually lost her pregnancy due to the severity of the knock she received from Doreen. Stephen saw Doreen as an evil woman.He then severed all ties with her and got married to Lucy. Since then, they became mortal enemies. Lucy again tried all that she could to give birth within the first two years but no pregnancy or even its symptoms came, despite several nights of lovemaking with Stephen. To her, those two years were like two hundred years. In the third year of her marriage life,she couldn't believe herself when she missed her period and went to the hospital, only to be told that she was two weeks pregnant. Nine months later, She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She decided to call her Sarah , after the biblical Sarah who had to wait for 39 years for God to fulfil his promise to give her a child, before being blessed with Isaac when she was already over ninety years. ( Genesis 11: 30, 21 : 1- 2) *** She often remembered how Doreen hit her with a big stick when she stole her man sending her into coma. Whenever lucy saw Martin,it reminded her of how she betrayed her friendship with his mother by sleeping with her boyfriend Stephen who had became her husband. Lucy was determined to ensure that the relationship between Martin and Sarah never worked because Doreen may use Martin as a bait to avenge herself again. She thought of a plan. Smiling wickedly, she dressed up, took her bag and headed towards.... Someone. ***❌*******❌******* The worst pain in the world goes beyond physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It's in the betrayal of a friend -Heather Brewer ****

EPISODE 15 ??? Dr. Clark's Shocking Message And Stephen's Dream. ~A week later ~ Martin was in Stephen's house one Sunday after church when Doctor Clark paid him a visit. He parked his Toyota Land cruiser in front of their house. When he alighted from the car, He looked quite worried. It was boldly emblazoned on his face. Luckily, he met Mr. Stephen Donkor in the house. The Doctor told Stephen he had a serious announcement to make, which involved Martin. It was a very enerving moment. Stephen summoned his nuclear family-Mrs. Donkoh Lucy, Sarah, Manilla, Jacqueline and Martin. Doctor Clark said, "I am sorry Stephen, I made a great mistake in the Analysis of the DNA test Result. Martin is actually your biological son. It's incontrovertible. I come here to apologize for the error in the analysis." *** When Martin heard what the doctor said, his knees went numb and his heart stopped beating at once. Beads of Sweet broke his skin suddenly. He asked himself, "does it means I nearly committed an abomination with my sister?" There was something missing in Doctor Clark's temperament. He wasn't his usual self. The whole family was unconvinced by the Doctor's declaration but remained mute. *** The family may not know about Medicine but they have their own intuitions to guard them.Only one person was unmoved by the Doctor's announcement; Mrs Donkor Lucy. She looked quite amused by the announcement. This announcement had one obvious implication for Sarah and Martin. If Sarah was my sister, then Martin can't marry her. ~The dream ~ Mr. Donkor Stephen had a dream in which Lucy began to show symptoms of pregnancy. He was happy. This could be the result of our last love -making. He was at his work place when he received a call from the hospital that his presence was needed and that his wife gave birth to a baby boy. Out of sheer joy, he rushed to the hospital with his mother Alice and sister Rhoda. A doctor welcome him. It wasn't Doctor Clark. "Please, where is my wife and my baby boy," he hurriedly asked. The Doctor looked at him for a long time and you, "you mean her baby boy?" When the doctor said," "her baby boy, “ he was confused until he saw the child in her hand. Surely, the baby was not his child. The child resembled someone he knew very well from head to toe. Even a blind man could see that. Stephen's mother and sister were angry and disappointed in Lucy and rained curses on her. Anger engulfed Stephen's heart and he smashed Lucy's head on the wall on which her bed leaned. *** The impact broke her skull and the baby boy fell from her hands. She screamed for help, but he smashed her head again and again until she stopped shouting. She became unconscious. His mother and sister looked at me, in shock, asking, "Is she dead?" He woke up from his dream screaming. Lucy was beside him , looking completely mesmerised. "Darling, it's just a nightmare, "she said. The dream looked so real to him to just be a nightmare. Was Lucy cheating on me?" The dream left him broken and paranoid for days but he never asked her any question. ~ Three weeks later~ As the branch Manager, Stephen's Insurance Company sent him to represent the company in Florida where there would be one-week international forum on insurance policies. He left Ghana for Florida the next day. The forum was quite engaging and he learnt a lot of things on insurance policies that he never knew existed before. Every day was an opportunity to learn new things. One week later, the forum came an end. He boarded the British airways and headed towards Ghana. *** When he touched down at the Kotoka International Airport the next day, he glanced at his watch. It was Friday, 9.00 am.He called the Company's driver to pick him directly from the airport to the work place. The driver came within ten minutes. Upon reaching the workplace, the Managing Director debriefed him, and he gave a detail report of the forum. The company's driver drove him home. Upon reaching home, he dialled his wife's phone number but she was unreachable. Her phone was switched off. He decided to visit Dr. Clark at Korle Bu Teaching Hospital for him to clarify issues surrounding the DNA test result which he intuitively doubted. His inconsistencies were causing confusion in his family. When he reached the Hospital, the doctor wasn't there. Upon further interrogation, another Doctor who identified himself as Dr. Wattenberg Fred told him Dr. Clark had a day off and would likely be at home. Dr. Wattenberg gave Stephen a vivid direction to Dr. Clark’s house. Stephen drove his car towards Dr. Clark's Residence. When he got closer the Doctor’s House, he could hear ecstatic noises emanating from his room, followed by happy cries and moans, "Ehh, ahhhh, ummmmm, Doc, be gentle !!!" His heart skipped a bit. He wished what he was thinking of was not what was happening there. *** He quickly entered the house, knocked on the door but realised it wasn't locked. He pushed the door quietly. The voice of the female moaning inside the room was familiar to him, no doubt about that. As if now sure of what he was thinking of , he opened the door more widely. What met her eyes was amazing, so chilling and so real to be true. It was a shocker that almost made him faint. _____. *****❌*********❌******** When it comes to human dignity, we cannot make compromises- Angela Merkel **

Hmmm, i knw lucy was d one dat askd d doc to lie abt martin's paternity, bt d dream?

So many questions from this episode Stephen may not be Sarah's biological father Lucy had alway been a cheat

Don’t worry. Subsequent episodes will throw more light on the previous episodes. That’s the suspense you need to look for, readers @slyman

EPISODE 16 ???? Suicide Note And Confession {In Sarah's Point of view} My heart was broken once again. Ever since Dr. Clark reconfirmed the DNA test result for him, Martin had not been the same. He had distanced himself from me and had begun treating me as his mere sister. I was back to square one. I was getting tired of following this thing called love. It was like a mirage. At one point, it looked as if all was well, and the love you yearn for is very close to you. Then the next moment, something else happened breaking us apart and the love you yearn for moved far away from you. Since I can't leave without Martin, I will rather die. "What was the essence of living if you can't feel loved? I gazed at the rat poison in the bottle with a sad face. Taking out a piece of paper, I decided to write a suicide note down for my father and mother before I end my life. Dear Father and Mother, SUICIDE NOTE I am very sorry it has to end like this. This is not the ending I wish for but I have come to the realisation that life is not worth living without love. While I can live with some things, I can't live without some of them. In this situation, I can't live without Martin and thus the need to end my life here. Please forgive me, my parents, but to me, death is the only option now. Maybe we will live again in the afterlife. Bye Your sad and heartbroken Daughter. ...................... Sarah ******** **At Dr.Clark's Residence** [In third Person's POV] ~ 12.30 p.m.~ Stephen caught Dr. Clark Iverson bonking his wife.His mind sped up to the dream where he saw his wife giving birth to a baby boy that belonged to a known man. God had revealed this incident to him in a dream. Now, it was happening before his very eyes. His wife Lucy and Dr. Clark were so engaged in a hot sizzling sexual intercourse to such an extent that they couldn't feel his presence in the room. For two minutes, he recorded their illicit activity until he couldn't control his anger anymore. "His fist turned into a ball. Since Dr. Clark's back was turned towards him, he tiptoed and connected his balled fist hard onto his back. He felt on the ground. Stephen lifted him from the ground and smashed him on the wall. He collided with his portrait on the wall and hit the ground with a broken tooth. "He turned to his wife and gave her three monstrous slaps on her cheek. He then held her throat and almost chocked her to death but Dr. Clark pushed him off her. His push brought out the beast in him. He gave the doctor two quick upper cuts and moved away just in time to dodge his ferocious blow. The Doctor tried to punch Stephen in the abdomen but he blocked it and pounded him with a hundred blows on his head. He felt to the ground shouting in pain. Stephen saw a key in the keyhole inside the sitting room. He locked the door and took out the Jack-knife he always carried along with him." "Now, both of you tell me the truth, or the police will have a difficult time collecting your dismembered body," Stephen said. Then Stephen had another brilliant idea. He wanted to find out if the two of them would confess the same truth so he locked Dr. Clark in his own washroom. Then he returned to the sitting room to get his wife's side of the story. He secretly pressed the recording button on his mobile Phone.● Sitting Lucy down on the Doctor's couch , Stephen asked his wife to confess why she was having a secret affairs with the Doctor. ◀️▶️ Lucy's Confession ◀️▶️ Lucy confessed to her husband. She said, "It all began when you announced to Sarah and Jacque line that they had a big brother who will soon be visiting them. When Martin first visited my daughters at home, I realised Sarah was immediately attracted to him. Then her attraction degenerated into full blown love. The only thing stopping them from having sex is the tradition that forbid incest. I did a few background checks and realised Martin's mother was Doreen, my former best friend who hated me now because I snatched you from her. From that moment, I hated Martin. He kept reminding me of my betrayal to Doreen. I also felt Doreen will use him to get back at me as a form of revenge.Then Martin had an accident and Dr. Clark required a DNA test. The test results showed Martin was not your son. I felt happy at first because Martin didn't belong to the Donkor family. Then I saw the problem. The moment the DNA test proved Martin was not your biological son, Sarah followed Martin to his house. I knew they were going to have sex. I also knew Sarah will not listen to me when I asked her to stop loving Martin and the only sure way to achieve that was to change the DNA test result so that they will see each other as siblings again and could not get married. That was where Dr. Clark came in. I want him to change the DNA test result for me. I knew it won't be for free. I was willing to pay the price. I visited Dr. Clark and told him my predicament. He smiled and told me he can help me but I need to pay him.I asked him how much he needed. He told me he was not interested in money." I asked him what he needed and he euphemistically told me "Your husband's food." I was amazed he said that so I asked him, "My husband's food, Which one?" He suggestively told me "the one between my thigh ." I made him aware I was married. To my utter Amazement, he casually said "Then you are not in for business" After several attempts to convince him to take the money failed, I gave him what he wanted because my desire to make sure Sarah never marry Martin was stronger than my marital vow of fidelity. Dr. Clark promised to change the DNA test result and he did. It was after all that, that he came that Friday to renounce a different DNA result to the family." I was very excited and decided to go and thank him. He wasn't at the hospital when I went there but one of his colleagues Dr . Wattenberg Fred directed me to his residence. I met him in the house when I arrived. I thanked him and turned to leave. He suggested I take a drink with him." "When I finished taking the drink, I felt, tipsy and drowsy. I passed out on the sofa. I woke up later on Dr. Clark's bed, naked. I saw Dr. Clark beside me on the bed. He was smiling. It then dawned on me that he had slept with me after drugging me. I was furious with him and threatened to report him to the police. He laughed and say," Report me to the IGP rather, the lower ranked Ghana police are not scary enough." "He showed me naked videos of myself, from the first time we had sex to the present one. From that point on, he blackmailed me saying," if you don't co-operate, I will show these videos to your husband and upload them on the internet. To avoid embarrassment, I always succumbed to his sexual demands anytime he asked me." "When you left for Florida, he invited me to his house. I don't know how he knew you were not around. I came here and he had sex with me. Then today, he invited me again. I came just two hours ago and you knew the rest of the story. You miraculously badge in. On us". I'm very sorry, Stephen, please, forgive me. Please, I begged you in the name Of Jehovah God. Find a place in your heart to forgive me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. ■End of Confess ■ Stephen was very furious. Flame of anger burnt within him like an inferno. He never thought Lucy could be so cheap and become a sex pet in the hands of Dr. Clark. He asked sarcastically, "I'm sure you enjoy the sex, don't you? “Lucy was quiet. He thundered, "answer me!!! You slut." "No, errrr, yea...I mean somehow. " she stuttered. If Stephen were to have a gun , He could have shot her in cold blood without blinking an eye, Considering the fact that She was able to tell him the graphic details of her love affair with the Doctor. But Stephen should have known Lucy could do that. She had stolen him from Doreen, her best Friend by seducing him. So he shouldn't have been surprised if Lucy slept with Dr.Clark. He tried to control his anger. His hands were shaking. He took her to the washroom where he placed the doctor and took him to the sitting room for his version of the confession. He pressed the ' record button' on his mobile phone again as the doctor began to confess ; "Your wife seduced me to change the DNA result. I was in my office and she came flaunting herself on me. At first I was uncooperative but she was persistent ...." Stephen realised Doctor Clark's narration collaborated Lucy's confession to a large extent. Dr. Clark knew he had lost his respect before Stephen the moment he tasted his wife's nakedness. Now he was more like Stephen’s best enemy. When he finished with the recording, he took Lucy and left the doctor's house in a fit of anger. Stephen knew if he had stayed a little longer, he would have killed his wife. In all honestly, he has no moral high justification to do because he wasn't a saint either. His own little affair with Doreen in the inner room of his office was still in his mind. *******❌*******❌******* Revealing secrets can bring us pain or get us into trouble, but worse pain and worse trouble awaits us if we keep silent. We become habitually untruthful. The door to our creativity closes. - Eric Maisel.

@ladyg @ele1 @thecomely

EPISODE 17 ???✌? Suicidal Attempt To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble objective but to escape some ill. - Aristotle {Sarah's Point of view} I poured the rat poison into a fruit juice and opened my mouth to drink it. Then my Mobile phone rang. I glanced at the screen. It was my Father. At first, I wanted to ignore his call, but curiosity took the greater part of me and I picked the call. My father: Sarah, where are you? Me: I’m in the house. My Father: I have some___" My phone battery ran low, and the phone went off. I threw the phone away in anger. Glancing at the cup , I prayed, “lord, Forgive me" and without hesitation drunk the poisoned fruit juice. Two minutes later, the result was eminent. I felt some excruciating pains in my abdomen and screamed. Darkness began to engulf me as the rat poison burnt through my intestines. The surrounding became darker. Suddenly, I saw the angel of death clad in dark clothes emerging from the thick canvas of darkness. He embraced me with a smile. The darkness swallowed me, and I sank into a great abyss, deeper and deeper with the angel smiling and holding me firm until we were completely engulfed in the darkness into eternity where there is nothingness. The black angel took me through a long winding pitch dark channel. It was hard to describe it, as we were always surrounded by something wherever we go. Suddenly in this vast nothing was a blinding pinprick of light that got larger. Either I was moving towards it, or it was moving towards me. As it got closer, what appeared to be a single light resolved into millions upon millions of stars of all shapes, sizes, and colours, along with tons of nebulae. “It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. As I approached the centre, it seemed like I was joining a universal consciousness; a being made up of the thoughts, emotions, and experience of everyone and everything that had ever lived. The Angel left me at a particular spot. I turned round and saw a multitude of people in a single file. I joined the queue. There was a fearsome angel on a throne above us. He looked really scary, flashy eyes, Piercy teeth, clad in black, all bones. He asked me to step forward. I was afraid but stepped forward. **** < Third Person's POV> Stephen had a premonition that Something bad had happened to Sarah. He stepped on his accelerator. The car surged forward like an angry ram. He drove the car as if he was being chased by a dinosaur. His intuition was reinforced by the fact that Sarah’s line went off while they were conversing. To him, it was unusual. Luckily, traffic was not heavy in Accra. After escaping the light traffic, he turned round the 37 lane and headed towards Airport Residential area. When he reached home, the door to Sarah's room was locked from the inside, which meant Sarah was in there. He started knocking on the door but Sarah didn't respond. His other two daughters were not around. They have gone to their sister Rhoda, on a holiday. He kept knocking hard on the door while calling out her name but still, there was no response from Sarah. Fear took over his heart. Then he remembered he always keep a spare key, hidden cleverly under a carpet adjacent the garage, in the storeroom. He rushed into the storeroom and retrieved the key. Opening the door, he rushed inside without waiting for a second. His eyes met a horrid and frightening scene . Sarah was on the floor, unconscious, her hands were firmly holding a cup from which some fruit juice spilled onto the floor. He immediately knew what had happened, so he went down on her and checked for a pulse. He held her wrist, checked her neck for any sign of life. Cold chills blew down his spine when he saw her suicide note. He showed the note to Lucy saying, " have you seen what you have caused? "She pleaded, "I'm sorry, Stephen, please, forgive me."He quickly dialed the Ghana Ambulance service code. **❌ Death is life's way of telling you are fired. Suicide is your way of telling life, you quit- Anonymous.

Hmmmm Love is truly a very powerful force

EPISODE 18 ???✌✌ *SHADOWS OF DEATH* Within minutes, the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance surrounded the place , "……Weeiiii, worrrrrr, weiiii, wooooorr,…….piiiiiiii.…" signifying the misfortune that had happened, with the loud sound.The screeching tires and keening wail of the siren, madly barrelling through the streets in the hope of saving a life, with the echoes spreading throughout the neighbourhood gave everyone the shivers. The ambulance came with aggressive speed, the kind of sheer driving audacity that let everyone know the siren doesn't make a polite request. Every head turned to follow the red and blue streak, curious about what had happened. They came in the room. Stephen watched as they carried Sarah on the stretcher into the ambulance. Tears trickled down his eyes, his head burning with questions. Why would she do this? Was it because of the DNA Result? “ He said he will never forgive Lucy and her lover, Clark or whatever he claimed to be. "Lucy, I will kill you if Sarah dies,"He threatened her. Lucy was sobbing. He showed her no pity or remorse because his focus was on his daughter; Sarah. "Who's related to the girl? "the paramedic asked, looking at him. "We need someone to come with us to the hospital." " I am!" They all said it in Unison. "Let me go with them. Try and get Martin for me, " Stephen commanded her. (A few minutes later. …) The paramedics quickly parked the truck in front of the hospital and took her out, and hurried her through the double doors. Stephen held onto her hand as he ran to keep up with the rushing doctors, every other detail of that moment blurring out of his mind. "Sir, nobody is allowed to go further, "the receptionist said as the security held her back. Her hand slipped from his grip and at that moment, he felt like his life had slipped away from him. Soon her stretcher disappeared into the emergency room. This couldn't be happening. "God, is she going to be okay? " he kept walking up and down the aisle, his eyes desperately looking for anyone to walk out of the emergency room. His eyes landed on the hospital chapel and he found himself walking closer to it. He stood at the entrance of the chapel, watching people pray for their loved ones, tears dropping from their eyes, as they kneel down. He walked over to the altar and knelt, unsure of where to start. His voice shivered when he managed to say, "Lord, don't take her away from me, please." He tried to say something else, but no word left his knotted throat. He walked back to the waiting area with the hopes of hearing something good. Lucy and Martin had also arrived. "Welcome, Martin, " he said his eyes betrayed raw fear. Before he responds, the door swung open.All of them looked at the doctor walking out of the room. His heart skipped a hundred beats as he walked towards them . His breathing stiffened, his lungs refusing to accept any air coming into them. He looked at Lucy, ready to tear her up when the unfortunate happens. He gulped as the doctor got nearer to them, something about his sleek black eyes terrified him. He glanced at them. He wasn't bothered by their frightened eyes, before taking a long gaze at the white sheet pinned to his note pad. With his heart beat increasing every second, he squeezed his own fingers between his Palm and hope that all his negative thoughts were proven wrong. Unable to wait for him to give out the information, Stephen asked the doctor, "How is my daughter?" The doctor looked at him, a gentle smile lurking on his lips. "We have done an abdominal lavage for her. "By God's grace, she's fine now. Be thankful you made it here on time, a few more seconds delay and she may have died.“ Stephen sighed and closed his eyes, streams of relief soothed his nerves like the peaceful waves of the Mediterranean Sea. "Is she awake?"Martin asked, "Can we go and see her?" "She's conscious now but asleep. Don't worry, you will see her soon, probably in thirty minutes’ time. "Thank you, Doctor," Stephen shook the doctor's hand, his shaken hands showing some degree of stability. "Don't thank me, it's all the Lord," he pointed to the hospital chapel. Stephen's eyes were flooded with tears of joy. He went to the temple and prayed to God. It's a Prayer for Healing and Recovery; .”...By the light and truth of Jesus I lift my loved one Sarah to you. By the hope of the Redeemer......”

EPISODE 19 ???✌️✌️ **Divine Intervention And Martin’s Flashback* {In Sarah's point of view} ~Miracle Touch Hospital _ -At the emergency ward~ The Angel of darkness handed me over to another angel. He was clothed in all white. He said to me, "Sarah, you are lucky. Don't try coming here again unless your time is due. Hades, the king of the underworld doesn't like intruders. Here, follow this track and go back home, "the Angel said and disappeared. I followed the track. Suddenly I was engulfed with a very bright light. I could hear voices. Then I heard Martin's voice and opened my eyes. My father, mother and Martin gazed at me in consternation. "Welcome back, Sarah," Martin said. I smiled. "I love you, Sarah,"Martin said. I was surprised and asked, "are we not supposed to be a brother and a sister?" Not anymore, Sarah, Dr. Clark lied to us." "What!? Are you sure about this?"I asked. "Yes, he's sure. That was why I called you some hours ago to tell you," my father interjected. "Ummmm, I had a low battery, " I said. Everyone was trying to avoid the obvious question, "why did you attempt to commit suicide? " "I'm sorry I tried to take my own life." Said I. My father looked at me grimly and said, " I nearly lost you. NEVER EVER TRY THAT STUPIDITY AGAIN.!!! I took his reprimand to heart. My dad was right. "But why will Dr. Clark lie to us?" I asked curiously. All eyes turned to my mother. She confessed how she hated Martin because of his mother and how she planned to make sure we see ourselves as siblings forever so that we can't marry. Finally, she apologized for her misdemeanour. Somehow, I couldn't see myself hating her. I understood her predicament. [Third Person's POV] Martin was surprised by Lucy's confession. She had known Lucy as a respectable lady since his coming to the house of the Donkor's. He knew he couldn't regard himself as one of the members of the Donkor family now since the true DNA result had been confessed. He was from the Vanderpuye's family. Lucy was the enemy working behind the scene trying to break the love they shared. Even if she was his mother's enemy, she had no right to include him in their love war to the extent of sleeping with Dr. Clark to change their DNA test result.He didn't know if he should hate her or forgive her. As for Dr. Clark, Martin felt like sueing him. He should have known better.That was unprofessional and a gross violation of his Hippocratic oath. The only barrier to his love for Sarah was the DNA test results which Doctor Clark manipulated to showed they were blood related. Now, it was clear he was misled all this while. Though he knew Sarah loved him , he never knew it was that deep until her mother Lucy called him on her phone and told him the unfortunate incident that Sarah attempted to commit suicide because he broke her heart. It was around 1:30 pm. He was off duty by then and decided to rest for a while when the call came. According to lucy, Sarah wrote a suicidal note saying she was very sorry it has to end like that because she had come to the realisation that life is not worth living without love. In the letter, Sarah indicated that while she could live with some things, she couldn't live without some of them and one of the things she can't live without was him, Martin. When Martin heard Sarah tried to kill herself, he was moved by compassion. He felt something within him died. It was then that he decided to show her more love. He couldn’t afford to have her death on his conscience. He recalled the past events between the two of them. Suddenly his mind went back to the first time he met Sarah till the time she attempted to commit suicide. It all start when her father introduced him to Sarah as her brother. She tried to seduce him but failed. She tried to stop his first marriage but failed. Then the marriage fell on its own. She tried to lure him again and he bounced her again. Then she attempted suicide and ended up in hospital. He now realised how deep he was connected to her. He knew he was a bit hard on her when he bounced her because he believed it was not right to sleep with his sister. In order to reconfirmed the DNA test, Martin decided to redo the test at his workplace so he took Sarah and her father to the hospital. Their blood samples were taken and examined. The results came in two days. When he saw the DNA test results, it was staggering. Sarah was.... ********************❌******************❌****************** If you are feeling drained, you are using your personal energy, not your divine energy. Instead, allow your divine energy to flow through you and it will energize and uplift you as it will those around you- Andrews lutt.

EPISODE 20 ???? * At The Discotheque And DNA Result* Manilla, Sarah's younger sister had completed high school and her year group had decided to do an end- of- High -School party at a night club. These clubs are usually attended by adolescents who wanted to reaffirm their newly found freedom. It's usually the skimpy type of dresses that are worn to arouse sexual behaviors. Talk about the mini- skirts, skinny, Topless blouse, armless blouse, faded jeans, otofista and boys wearing rings in their ears, smoking, drinking, wooing and having a one- night stand. The wild dance had begun. The place was flooded with youths aged between 17 and 19. As usual, the provocative dresses started manifesting. The music was loud and heavy. The DJ was very skilful. He knew how to step up the excitement and the tempo. Soon, other Club attendants popped in. They were the bad boys of the town. Smokers smoked, drinkers drank, Womanizers wooed ladies who dressed like they needed "customers." They usually bang this lewd ladies on the walls, quite shamefully under the disco lights. The music in the background reinforced adolescent freedom and lewd lifestyle. As the music flowed, the Ladies went wild clinging onto the bad boys, who used the opportunity to fondle them without any trace of scruples. The DJ said, "I present to you, P.I.M.P by 50 cent"…. then the youth went Amok.The Hip-hop bashed the dance floor…" I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherf**** P-I-M-P I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you f*ck with me, I'm a P-I-M-P ___Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball…"___ In the dim kaleidoscopic lights, the outline of males and females could be marked out in the far shady corners of the discotheque very close together -they were shamelessly engaging in heavy petting and caressing of the lewd club ladies in a public place. The hip hop music continued to flow… 21st CENTURY is indeed a moral less, valueless, shame-less Century. From time to time, Quarrel broke up when somebody's girlfriend was snatched causing Jack- Knives to come out, accompanied by screams and shrieks from knife wounds. Sarah escorted her sister to the wild party but she was still feeling lonely. She had refused to mingle with the young men who looked hungrily at her body. It’s absurd, men couldn't simply ignore beautiful women or give them peace. But they can't be blamed. if you go to a wild party, it's a convention that if ladies come to parties alone, they are searching for men to hook up with. Unlike Sarah, Manilla was really enjoying herself, as if she was the music queen. Martin called Sarah and asked of her whereabout. She told Martin she was at Blue Angel's Night Club. Soon, Martin was on his way to the discotheque. *********❌*******❌******* One good thing about music is that, when it hit you, you feel no pain. - Bob Marley. *** [In Martin's Point of view] I opened the envelope, with a thumping heart. The DNA test results were staggering. Sarah was really NOT my sister.I was overtaken by pure joy. Rushing into my car, I headed towards Blue Angel's Night Club where Sarah said she was with her sister. Upon reaching the club, I met Sarah waiting for me at the entrance. With an open arm, I welcome her and peeped into her alluring eyes. I began to talk, "Sarah, you are NOT my sister. The DNA test result is out. It's authentic. "Really? “Sarah asked, Yes, I responded. Then we are free to date, we are free to marry and we are free to______" "Um, huh, say it, “I urged her on. "No!" I smile. “I know what you want to say." We both laughed, "hahaha hahaha." We clanged onto each other as if letting go will result in another sadness. "Let's dance, Sarah suggested. "OK, my princess" I said. The dance floor was abused. It was filled with hundreds of pleasure-seeking adolescents who are ready to party away their life after graduating from High school. Disco light, laser beams and laughter filled the airtight club. Everyone was having a good time, not considering the fact that we were paced in the club like sardines. The music was so loud that my skin tingle. The loud beat pulsated throughout my body and the bass thumped in time with my heartbeat as if they were in unison, filling me from head to toe with flood of music. There were laughter and constant shouting. The heavy metal song got louder and louder as the night became deeper and deeper. The DJ mixed the music on the turntables. Half-naked bodies of young men and women could be seen dancing as if they were possessed by a music demon. Most of the guys were shirtless. They eyed the sexy girls who walked around in topless blouse and tight dance-pants and mini-skirts looking for opportunities to act like knights in shining armour just to impress the damsels. "Wow, wow, wow, that's more like it, she has finally taken over," I heard someone praised me as I danced with Sarah. I turned around. It was my Ex-wife Claudia. She was starring at us with a tinge of jealousy. I pretended not to see her. No one could see the dance floor. There was no room for anyone but when I and Sarah hit it, space was magically created. We started dancing our hearts out immediately we found space on the dance floor. From time to time, the DJ switched the music from 50 Cents to Sean Paul to DJ Khaled to Jay-z, Eminem, Kendrick, Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Jeezy, wiz Khalifa, the Notorious B.I.G. and T.I. We danced, jive, twist and jumped to the rhythm and lyrics of Eminem. Eminem's lyric: RAP GOD Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble, _____ I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes **** Don't mistake it for Satan It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas And take a vacation to trip a broad And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God ********************❌******************❌****************** Without music, life will be a mistake- Friedrich Nietzsche. **** After the dance....... **********

Wow after the dance what next ? Feed me more I'm eager to hear biko. Super hot sexy story. More.

Wow! This is nice

EPISODE 21 ……………………………………………………….. NOTE TO THE READER: ⚠ THIS EPISODE CONTAINS LOVE SCENES WHICH SOME READERS MAY FIND TOO DESCRIPTIVE OR ELABORATIVE. READ WITH DISCRETION. ??‍? ……………………………………… ●**☆***●***☆**●**☆**●**☆*● Sexual Fantasies And Realities { Sarah’s POV} After the dance and jives, we had a lot of beer and vodka. I realized Martin was feeling tired. He told me he felt dizzy."Sarah, let’s go home, it's late, he said. I looked at him curiously and said, “You mean your new place?" I had vowed never to set my feet in his house again but he was telling me to go home with him and I seemed to have any problem with that. It's funny what People can say when they are angry, only to regret them later. I honestly regretted that vow. He nodded. "I hope you are not preparing me for another bounce." I asked. "Yes, I am," he said jokingly. "You are drunk," I cautioned. "Yea, you too," he said. We moved towards his Land Rover. I prayed we don't find ourselves in a ditch while driving. He drove the car for about fifteen minutes before reaching his house. He opened the thick Oak door, polished in black paint. At the side of the door was a video Surveillance door bell and a palm scanner. He placed his full palm on the scanner and an inscription was displaced on the LED board on top of the door, “Access Granted." ***** I didn't want to imagine the 'access granted scenario' again but it crept into my mind anyway and the effect was the high sensation tingling in my abdominal region. The bed came to sight. My body was drenched in sweat, the result of excessive dancing at the night club. He began nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses, it was more assuring than ever. Soon I was plain, like the day I was born. With a broad smile, he carried me towards the bed and made me fall on the latex foam mattress with a bounce. He gazed at my 'natural endowment' with amusement. His breathing quickened as did mine. Our breaths mingled. Then his arms encircled mine as if he was trying to protect a delicate treasure. Our bodies synchronised like they were designed for each other. We fall into each other, and feel the natural rhythm, locking our eyes onto ourselves for just a moment to assess our level of sincerity. It was enough for us to feel safe with each other's composure. He started caressing me from my bosom downward and his hands settled on my legs. I felt my body pulsated, highly aware of the destination of his hands. I pushed my head back against the pillow as a low moan involuntarily escaped my lips when his hands finally reached their targeted destination, around the orifice of my core. *** I really loved Martin. I was sure he could see it right through my eyes. Our souls mingled in the quiet moments between action and stillness. He gave me a heavy petting and then tucked his hands quickly behind my back and pulled me towards himself. He looked at me and asked a wordless question. I nodded, granting him access. His first 'move' was abruptly stopped though he was slow and gentle. The sudden halt caused a rippling wave of pain in me, and I cried and shouted in pain. "Oh, my God, are you a .........?" he asked. "Yes I am," I said, with shyness written all over my face, though my eyes were still locked on his. Our thighs interlocked, giving him no other option than to invade my 'untouched territory' for the first time. After much efforts and difficulty, something snapped in me and I screamed in pain. The result was a stream of blood spilling on the stainless white bed. The thrust made our bodies contract and relax simultaneously in spasm. We moaned loudly with joy when he dived deeper and deeper into the fleshy folds of my inner core. At that point, his sense heightened, as if a gigantic magnetic field was put between us. He moved up and down within the parameters of my chamber of pleasure amidst my shouts of joy. It felt so good. It felt like everlasting happiness. After much work, he eventually retreated from my vortex of pleasure. The temporary pause seemed to reinvigorate him and it began all over again. It was an all -night long circles of ecstasies. Finally, we both laid panting heavily on the bed out of exhaustion. Goodness is not everlasting. He took my hand and wrapped it around his. "Martin, “Promise me you’ll never leave me." I said "I will try." He said. "That's not convincing enough," said I. Our love will grow with time. Let's not rush and be saying words we may not be able to keep in future." I said, "it's true" and thank for your sincerity." "Welcome." He said. We both laid on the bed in the quiet, just enjoying the dead silence of the moment that had just witnessed the secret scene. My virgin blood stained the white bed sheet. It is done. There is nothing more satisfying than fulfilling the desires of our heart and soul. But Our heart can be deceptive. It often follows frivolous fantasies than cogent reasoning. Since fantasies are not real, it stands to think that our hearts often followed unrealistic expectations. Though I seemed to be the initiator of all the romantic moves, I cannot take away the hidden fact that Martin loved me inwardly but was Only trying to be holy. That night was special. We all seemed to be in one mind and have one purpose, at least for the moment, the mind of being in love with each other and seeking the fulfilment of the body emotionally, psychological and physically. But there was one diversion; In my mind, Persistence paid, in Martin's mind, I believe it's about making amends for hurting me in time past. As the clock ticked, it ticked towards a bigger revelation where fantasies were tested. ****** The next day, I woke up in Martin's residence. We both laid on the bed staring at each other. Martin said, "I have a dream yesterday that you were making love to me after we came back home from the discotheque. I looked surprised and said, "I HAVE THE SAME DREAM!!!" The two of us really looked surprised. I said, it's too real to be a mere dream, I could feel within myself that it is NOT A dream. " "It's a dream," Martin reemphasized. Then I lifted the bedspread in order to assess the situation. There was no blood stain on the bed or fluid. I was still in my previous night's clothes just like Martin. Realisation hit me . We were drunk from the discotheque, came back home and slept. While sleeping, we all had a romantic dream that we were making love to each other. I was disappointed and shouted, "I THOUGHT IT WAS REAL!!!" "It will become real AFTER our wedding, "Martin said. "Well, that's the ideal thing to do but the reality is I can't wait until wedding ,” I said. "Hmm, errrrr, if you can wait up to this time, You can wait till the wedding. Our wedding time is shorter than all the pains, trauma, disappointment and the near-death experience you passed through, Martin said. I was quiet but I would have wished the erotic dream I had had last night was real but my brother was right again. Why rush to eat what will soon become mine forever?" I couldn't help but cast my mind back to the first time I met Martin. The sequence of events played back into her mind like a drama. **** Sex is an emotion in motion - Mae West. ****

EPISODE 22 ????✌️ *** **Sarah’s Twin Brothers And University ** ●<Third Person's Point of View >● Stephen had skeletons in his cardboard. That could partly explain why he couldn't divorce Lucy after she cheated on him with Doctor Clark. It happened the day Doreen paid him a visit to explain the circumstances surrounding Martin's birth and why she wrongly thought Martin was his Son. Lucy was very surprised when Stephen forgave her for having an affair with Dr. Clark. She knew he could forgive her but she also felt something was wrong somewhere. Stephen's forgiveness was too easy. As if gifted by clairvoyance, Afua, her husband's secretary paid her a visit in her boutique. "Welcome Afua,"she said. "Thank you," she responded. "Is everything all right," she asked curiously. "Well, it depends on what you are referring to as 'everything',"she said. "What are you trying to say," Lucy asked her. Afua said, "I'm here to tell you that your husband is having an affair with a lady by name Doreen. She is a teacher at Zionsville preparatory school. I caught your husband last week making love to her in his Office. It was her scream of excitement, "Aww,babe….,“that drew my attention to that place. "Did you say, Doreen?" Lucy asked her. "Yes," Afua said. When Lucy heard the name, she nearly sank into the ground but managed to control herself and thanked Afua for telling her about it. **** A few weeks later, Lucy began showing signs of pregnancy. Stephen was quite sceptical if he was the real father of the unborn child. Could this be the result Lucy's affair with Dr. Clark's or their last lovemaking. He wanted to be sure the pregnancy belonged to him so he sent Lucy to another Hospital and asked the doctor to determine the age of her pregnancy. It was one-month old which coincided with the last time he made love to Lucy. Then he received a call from Doreen. She also said she was pregnant for him. He nearly sank into the ground. Two women pregnant for him at once? Lucy realised he was palpitating and asked what the matter was. It was the most difficult confession He had ever made and it was only God who had given him the strength to tell Lucy, " I impregnated Doreen, your best friend." He was expecting Lucy to get furious and threw tantrums, or even burst into tears but she took it calmly. That increased his anxiety. Lucy told her daughter Sarah about it, and she was greatly disappointed in me. She refused to talk to her father for weeks. ~8 months later~ Stephen was at his work place when he received a call from the hospital that his presence was needed. The caller said his wife gave birth to identical twins - baby boys. Out of sheer joy, he rushed to the hospital with his mother Alice and sister Rhoda. The doctor welcome them. "Please, where is my wife and my baby boys," he hurriedly asked him. The Doctor looked at him for a long time and said , "you mean your wive,concubine and their identical twins?" When the doctor said, that“Stephen was confused until he saw it for himself. At the left side of the female ward was his wife Lucy with twins. At the right side was his girlfriend Doreen also with twins. All males. Four baby boys were born to him by two women who used to be the best of friends. Surely Karma was at work. He didn't know if he should be happy or worried. Finally, he managed to say, "Congratulations, both of you " and left. ~One week later~ {In Sarah's point of view} I was happy to receive an admission to the University of Ghana, Legon, to offer B.Sc. Geomatics Engineering. Beneath the joy of getting admission into the University was sadness. Sadness caused by the birth of my twin brothers. Life was indeed a paradox. In high school, I was crying because I don't have a brother. In the university, I have four good brothers, yet I'm sad. The saying that ' be careful what you wished for' is very true. But why am I sad when I should be happy for having four brothers? I was quite happy when I heard my mother gave birth to twins but my joy was short-lived when I heard my father's concubine Doreen who was also my future mother- in- law also gave birth to twins for my father. Now, how could I be happy with this? It meant my half brothers will become my brothers in- law and my potential step - mother will also become my mother -in -law if I get married to Martin. I looked into the future and it didn't look promising. **During a semester break ** ~In the Garden of Nymph~ During our semester break, Martin took me to a local garden to appreciate nature. I told him some months ago that I wanted our wedding to be one of the fairy tale weddings. I had always imagined getting married in a garden surrounded by flowers, like the biblical garden of Eden which was said to be very beautiful, peaceful and well-watered by rivers with beautiful flowers like Tulips, Orchids, lilies, Daffodils, marigold, Nymohae anelumb, lotus and perfectly manicured flower beds and fruits. Martin and I decided to have our fairy tale wedding at a local botanical garden with lots of beautiful flowers as I mentioned earlier. We will use, not a car, but a horse drawn carriage. Before I knew it, Martin knelt down and asked, "Will you marry me?" I stared at him, with tears trickling down my cheeks and said, " Martin, I love you more than any living thing on earth and I will even die for you but it's unfortunate I DON'T THINK I CAN’T MARRY YOU. "Why, "Martin asked, disappointment clearly etched in his eyes. “I think you know why. Your mother is my father's concubine and your half-brothers are my half-brothers too. If I marry you, then my brothers’ mother will also become my mother- in- law. "I understand you, Sarah, but it's not our faults that these things happened. "I'm sorry, Martin," I said, trying to hide my tears but I wasn't successful. It fell on the ground in torrent. Martin hugged me quickly and hastily said,if that’s how you feel, I respect your decision,Goodbye." When I rejected Martin's proposal, I felt like I have rejected part of myself. I stood rooted to the spot when I saw Martin. It was as if part of my life had left me. The tears flowed freely and even Victoria Falls could even take its source from my tears which was incontrovertibly uncountable. ***** Love is Mysterious. It is the only language that needs no words but universally understood wordlessly by every tribe, race, rich, poor, able and disabled without the need for an interpreter.

Dear Readers, I know this is a TWIST to the story you are not expecting but keep following this story for more excitement. The subsequent episodes will shock you because it’s full of more TWISTS AND TURNS and Suspense. Happy Reading, dear??‍?. Episode 23 loading....

Oh my goodness this is a real mess, dnt even know what to say .

This is not good at all I love the suspense...ride on sir

EPISODE 23 ✋✋✋✋✌️? The Wedding Invitation ~ Five years later~ ●<Third person's point of view >● The twins delivered to Mr. Donkor by Doreen didn't live long. They died after three years through mysterious circumstances. They slept and never woke up again. Doreen was grieved, but Lucy was secretly happy at the turn of events. Somehow, it helped Sarah too. Though she had refused Martin's proposal, it was a bitter and painful decision for her. Now, she was regretting it. She searched every nook and cranny for Martin but he was nowhere to be found. One day, her friend Matilda asked her to escort her to a friend's wedding ceremony one Saturday. She turned down the offer. A few hours later, she changed her mind and decided to escort Matilda to the wedding ceremony. -Holy Angel Tabernacle Church,12.00 P.M-- The church was full to capacity and everyone was impatiently waiting for the arrival of the bride. The bridegroom was already there waiting. The officiating Pastor was in one of his best moods and happily singing along with the congregation. Among the congregation were relatives, friends and well-wishers of both the bride and the bridegroom, not forgetting the parasites popularly referred to as the gate -crashers. At Queendalyn's parents' residence, finishing touches were being put to her appearance. She looked just beautiful and exuded such radiance and confidence that her mother couldn't help smiling for numerous times. It was a solemn moment when she finally arrived at the Church, dressed elegantly. The congregation cheered as she arrived with her father. A man gesticulated to her that it was time to walk through the lane. "Relax, smile and stay focus," her bridesmaid said. "I believed you can do this. You have a record of drawing crowd so this should just be a simple celebration for you." She might not have realised it but her words greatly lifted Queendalyn's spirit. The orchestra started playing the famous their melodious songs as I went in. Song by Bruno Mars Marry You It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you…? Well, I know this chapel on the Boulevard We can go No one will know Oh c'mon girl Who cares if we're trashed Got a pocket full of cash we can blow Shots of Patron And it's on girl Don't say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And we'll go go go go go....... The flower girl and boy, Claud and Claudel, lined the path with pink rose petals, followed by the ring bearer for the wedding. She carried the wedding rings on a large white satin pillow and held the pillow as if it was the most sacred thing. Queendalyn hummed along silently to the song as she walked through the guests. Her father who was waiting for her at a point escorted her down the aisle, which seemed far way than she expected it to be. The guests kept their attention on her, taking pictures of her dress, waving and smiling at her Up ahead, she saw her husband to-be. He looked more charming and romantic than she ever knew him to be. The music flew slowly in the background. When they reached the end of the aisle, her father hugged her saying, "I'm proud of you. He tapped his son in law at the back and left. She was helped to sit beside and the sermon had begun. People waited patiently for the crucial moment. Eventually, it came. The song played for a while until Pastor Woodridge mounted the floral raised Dias and signalled the orchestra to pause. He began his sermon " Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to serve as witnesses in the marriage union between these wonderful couples. Then he began his sermon." Let's remember that Marriage is a time where two people share their love before God and before men. ~Time for vows~ The bridegroom and bride stood before the pastor, sandwiched by their best man and bridesmaid respectively. "Now between the two of you, is there any reason why you should not be joined together in Holy matrimony? “asked the pastor. They both answered, "No. Queendalyn was overwhelmed with joy when she stared at gathering. Before he exchanged the vows, Pastor Woodridge casually said," if anyone objects to the marriage, let him or her speak now or forever hold his or her peace." The couples were nervous when the pastor said that." There was an uneasy silence. "Now, repeat these vows after me. You first, Mr. ..." {Sarah's Point Of View} I don't know what happened before we arrived at the Holy Angel Tabernacle Church but when I got closer to the church, I overheard the pastor asking the couples if anyone objects to the marriage, and that the person should speak now or forever hold his or her peace. When I entered the church, I was shocked to see Martin standing on the altar with a lady. He was dressed in an immaculate suit. The scene hit me like a thunderbolt. My joints get weak and the all familiar incident of Martin's first wedding to Claudia cropped into my mind. Steeling my mind , my adrenalin gave me the surge of courage to say "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”, Martin is my soul mate and as far as I am alive, he has no right to marry any other lady!!!! I ignored the thousands of eyes gazing at me in shock. Martin turned and looked at me surprised, and shocked to the bone. Suddenly the atmosphere changed into a spirit filled realm. An evil scent hangs in the church. I could see confusion written on Martin's face. He was really shocked to see me in the church. There was a heavy thud on the pulpit. The bride had collapsed. The pastor was confused. The bride's parents went to carry their daughter , raining curses on Martin.I struggled to mutter the question, " "Martin, where have you been these past six years?" Instead of answering the question, Martin ran out from the chapel.I ran after Martin. He entered his car, and I also entered my car and chased him. ~In the garden of nymph~ After Thirty minutes of driving, Martin reached the garden of nymph. I pursued him hotly. When I caught up with him, he said, "you asked me where I have been these six years. Well, I was at the same place you left me six years ago.I could have moved on today and put you in the garbage of history but you showed up at the moment of least expectation.You tried to prevent my first marriage and failed but the marriage failed on its own. You have tried to mar my second one and succeeded. You are deter mined.That means we are destined to be together." "Today will be the beginning of another chapter of our lives. This is the very spot you rejected my proposal. Now, Sarah, Donkor, "Will you marry me," Martin asked. I felt it was a dream. I never thought for a moment in the past six years that a day will come where I will be at that very spot with Martin again, let alone him asking me if I will marry him again. Without any hesitation, I said, " yes, yes! Yes! "Are you serious? Martin asked me. " I have never been more serious in my entire life than this afternoon. I'm damned serious," I answered. I will marry you before another fake DNA test result or half-brother issue break us apart." We both giggled, take off our top clothes and dived into the crystal clear river in the heart of the garden. After bathing, we felt so cold that we clunged onto each other as if there was no tomorrow. It was a long drive home. Martin and I planned to get married next year ……… . I imagined the day the wedding bells will sound to herald the solemnization of our holy matrimony. The clock is ticking" tic, toc, tic, toc." *** *❌******************❌***** We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.-George Herbert.

Hmmmm Martin and Sarah, like seriously , Is it real ? Nice one .

After all the hurdles... congratulations

EPISODE 24 ☝️ Marriage Counseling And Wedding Plans {Sarah's Narration} ~ Six Months later ~ I was beginning to think time had suddenly stopped in order to deny me the opportunity to marry Martin. But alas!!! It had arrived. The day had arrived. The day I had been looking for, to be legally united to Martin. I was already looking forward to our first sex on our Honeymoon amidst blue candlelight. I felt so excited that no music artist could effectively describe how I felt in his or her song. The feeling was angelic. It will be like those fairy tale weddings seen in Hollywood movies. I could imagined Martin taking off my wedding gown in the secret recesses of the Garden of Roses. Then he would reach for my______" "Sarah, are you daydreaming again?" Martin's voice cut through my fanciful post wedding scenes. I smiled at Him as said, "Yes, my dear. I can't wait for next week to come. I wish I can fast forward the time." Martin laughed hysterically. If wishes were horses, beggars will ride. Stop those fanciful thoughts and focus on the prenuptial arrangement. I knew one week from now, all my dreams and wishes of having Martin to myself would be realised. There, nothing would be able to separate us. I have suffered enough to love Martin. Thank God I never give up. Preparing for marriage involves more than throwing a party to celebrate and enjoy love.The marriage counselling session was one big boring session. We sat down in front of a Counsellor called Mr.Kyerema. He was also a pastor in Our church. He said "Keep in mind that you bring your own values, opinions and history into a relationship, and they might not always match your partner's. It was his counselling on sex that really caught my interest. *** Let me let you in on a little secret. Our honeymoon won't take place in a hotel room. We will have it in a garden called the Garden of Roses. We will stay in a house made of flowers and close to a crystal clear river. A river which was so clean that you can see the reflection of your face on the surface of the water. There the birds will chirp for us. We wouldn't brook any interference because that is the Garden in which we will make our first baby. I hope it will be a boy and he will resemble my husband- to - be. "Sarah , we need to remind all the functionaries of the date and their roles especially the officiating ministers, the ushers and usherettes, wedding coordinators and master of Ceremony," Martin said to me. It's true and let's not forget the photographer. I need to consult Cozy couture at Trade Fair Centre for my gown and M2M house of Bespoke for your Suit. Don't worry about the Suit, I will get it myself. I need to assess it first, Martin said. Ok, then I will check out Decoration, wedding cake from the Bakers Bar, Gh- Marina Mall and invitation cards from Kwasi BioGraphics "Yea, that's good," said Martin.And the bouquet too. I have to talk to Missevy. By now, am sure you realized planing for a wedding is no child's play. Our preparation took so many months but it felt as if we were just starting. All this headache for one big event. Honestly, I wished we could skipped the wedding and go straight into the business that occurred after the wedding. As it is now, it is a requirement we need to fulfil for the sake of the church, society and ourselves to a large extent. **** “Happy marriages begin when we marry the ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry.” ~Tom Mullen

EPISODE 25 ✋✋✋✋✋ Thirty Minutes Short !!! {Sarah's Narration } ~Bachelorette Party~ Tomorrow would be the Great day of my wedding. Martin and his family came to perform the traditional marriage two days ago. We were looking forward to the white wedding. We planned the Bachelorette party on the evening prior to the Great Wedding. It was a small bachelorette party reserved for my bridesmaids and a few of my closest friends and female family members. There were Posters, welcome signs, napkins, balloons with my name written boldly on it! I put my saying on the decorations to give the party a personal touch without spending a lot of time. It reads "KISS THE BACHELORETTE GOODBYE!" The girls were very excited for the night. All the party attendants were given a stylish customized T-shirts with the message "welcome to my Bachelorette party" emblazoned on them. My friends brought a lot of Goodwill cards wishing me all the best in the new chapter of my life that was about to open. One card caught my attention and for a good reason. I don't know who sent it because no name or address was written on it. It reads; With warm wishes and hugs, I want to wish you best of luck on your wedding day and the new life you will embark upon.” “You are going to make the most beautiful bride anyone has ever laid eyes upon. Wishing you more love, happiness, and prosperity than you can ever imagine.” “You found Mr.Right." Together with my friends, we played and had fun. I was blindfolded and asked to identify a blue ballon but I pick the green one and they laughed at me. In one of the bachelorette game, someone brought a cake. Guess what , the cake resembled men's "Joystick" We crowned the Bachelorette party with sassy dances, foods and drinks.The girls went quite overboard, twerking on ebony's song, Date Ur Fada If you break my heart I go date your fada? Bony pon dis? Danny beatz The 90's badgyal trend? See I heard them say, heard them say Boy you a player? You dey score like Messi play like Kaka Dribble like Wakaso? You dey like Barcelona, Real Madrid Arsenal, Man U, Chelsea?...... Finally the night was deep and the party party came to an end. It's time to rest and get prepare for the wedding proper. ~The next day ~ The happy sun woke me up by lifting my curtains and filling my room with its rays. The sparkling and glimmering of its rays slithered through every nook and cranny of my room like a snake which had lost its way. "Sarah! Hurry up, bath and let me beautify you for your wedding,"my beautician said standing by the doorway.My sisters came to my room to cheer me up." Yoohooo!! Finally you made it. The desire of your heart had finally come true." I chose Jacqueline my youngest sister to be the flower girl and Manilla as the maid of honour. Manilla said, “ Sister, Hurry up. Let's get it on. I can't wait to be your maid of honour. At least I have that experience with Claudia's...." "DON'T ever call that name again!!" I responded quite angrily. I'm sorry sister, just go and take your bath. We will be waiting for you. This is your day." I glanced at the wall clock. The time was 8. 05 a.m. The wedding was scheduled for 9.30 a.m. I went and had the best bath of my life. Then Veronica, the beautician dressed me up, taking her time to do a perfect make up for me. She consumed a lot of time but when she finished beautifying me, it was a masterpiece. In fact she's a born make - up Artist.With all the aura of of glee, I stared at my reflection in the big mirror. * 9.00 a.m * "WOOOOW" the reflection I saw in the mirror didn't resemble me. I looked like princess Diana of Wales, A member of the British royal family and first wife of Prince Charles of Wales and the mother of Prince William and Prince Harry. "Hurry- up!!!, Sarah, We are getting late. We have just 30 minutes more," my mother Lucy said. I knew for a fact that from our house to the blue lotus botanical gardens was just 20 minutes. We would still have 10 extra minutes to relax. Nevertheless, I increased my steps and headed towards my horse drawn carriage being sandwiched by Manilla, Jacqueline, my mother and father. I was all joyful. Tears of love sprung behind the plica seminularis part of my eyes. I held them back. It looked like a dream to me. The very day I was looking forward to had come. Now it looked unreal to me. I hope this was not a dream. Soon I would be Mrs. Vanderpuye. Suddenly the sensual thoughts of how my first sex on the honeymoon will be crept into my mind. <<<In my mind's eye, I saw Martin and I entertaining ourselves to Salsa dances at the refreshment ground. Then we moved towards our Honeymoon hut in the secret section of the botanical garden. It was a room made of flowers. On arrival, Martin took me in. The bed was made of roses. I felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden. He hugged me and gave me a kiss. On the rose bed I rolled towards the edge against the flower wall. He slid his hand beneath the sheets of flowers resting it on my waist. He joined me on bed and rolled me over.His soft lips touched mine. My hands reached out to hold him around the neck drawing him even closer.......’ —Few minutes later —- I lifted my legs to mount the horse drawn carriage."Saraaaaahhhh! Watch your step!!!, I heard my mother saying. The next moment I heard screams from my sisters too. Even that I couldn't come back from my day dreaming fully until I felt a very sharp pain at the back of my head. My occipital bun( back of the head) collided with the cemented floor.! Suddenly, I knew no more as I blacked out. *** [Martin's Narration ] ~9.45 a.m @ the Blue Lotus Botanical Gardens~ The night before the wedding, I sent an anonymous Goodwill Bachelorette card to her. I really wanted this wedding to be on a low key but it had become flamboyant because I wanted to impress Sarah .Today is the day I have been looking forward to. It's a fact that Weddings are always special occasions. Nevertheless I had a little bit of phobia for marriages. Based on my past experiences, my marriage to Sarah would be the third attempt at wedding. The first one ended in Divorce. The second one was interrupted and stopped by Sarah. This would be the third one. I remembered Roberto. A friend I used to have way back in the university. He had Gamophobia and cannot be in any committed relationship. I asked him why he feared commitment in a relationship like marriage. He said most women he talked to who have been married for a while weren’t happy in the marriage but it wasn't gender specific. Most young men weren’t happy either.Now I seemed to have Gamophobic symptoms. I was becoming worried and anxious. Sarah and her family were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago but still they had not turn up.The long arm of trepidation enroped me. Had Sarah changed her mind in the last moment? NO. Sarah couldn't do that. Not after all the emotional traumas she passed through for the sake of this love. ***10.00 a.m** A lot of wedding attendants were getting anxious. I was worried. From time to time , Pastor El-Bernard Eshun and a section of the wedding guests stole glances at me. He even sent a member to ask me what was going on. Then my best man and work colleague,Jaimie Mackey received a call. His face distorted into a frown. My heart missed a thousand times. He walked towards me and upon reaching me handed over the mobile phone to me saying , “It's from your Father in law, Mr. Stephen Donkor." I took the phone and said “Hello!” Stephen spoke in a sad tone, “Martin, I'm afraid the wedding cannot come on. Your wife- to -be had slipped and fell, hitting her head hard on the cemented floor. My heart thumped sporadically as I exclaimed , "WHAT??!!!!" Stephen continued talking, “We are in the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital now!!” I breathed in and out but my lungs had suddenly tightened, to block air from entering his lung.Starved for air, my heart raced at tremendous speeds and my shallow lungs rose and fail. It felt like eternity and an invisible force seemed to crush me from every direction. Each second submerged in fear make marks on my heart and my medulla Oblongata seemed to shut down and I couldn't distinguish between reality and dream. I struggled through the difficult steep edges of confusion and brought myself back to reality. "PASTOR, MY WIFE IS AT THE HOSPITAL!!!" I screamed out loud and didn't wait to see the reaction of the pastor and the wedding guests before running out of the Garden towards the Hospital. **** When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune. ... - anonymous.

Hmmmm like seriously, this is serious . Let's see what happens next.

EPISODE 26 ✋✋✋✋✋✋? *Brain Concussion And Enmity * [Martin's Narration ] When I eventually reach the Hospital I saw Sarah on a hospital bed, with her parents by her side. She had a big bandage on her head and was unconscious. I got closer to the bed and assured her, "My dear, it shall be well." I asked the doctor what was wrong with Sarah. He said Sarah had a concussion as a result of the injury she sustained when she slipped from the Horse- drawn Carriage. He asked me of my profession and when I told him I was a physiotherapist. Having gotten that awareness Doctor Boadi Victor became my friend. I returned to the emergency ward to check on my Sarah. Mr. Stephen and his wife Lucy were not happy to see me there. I could see traces of anger on their faces. I left after reassuring Sarah again that all was well. Off course she was still unconscious when I was talking to her but I believed she heard me even in her unconscious state. The next day, I went to the Hospital to check on Sarah. To my utmost Surprise, Mr. Donkor Stephen stopped me from entering the ward where Sarah was receiving medical treatment. He took me aside and told me, "You see , Martin, I once thought you were my Son and I love you dearly. Later when the DNA result proved you are not my biological Son, I was shocked and highly disappointed. When I realised Sarah is in love with you, I became happy and comforted myself that if you can't be my Son, at least you can be my Son- in - law. After Sarah's accident, I sat down yesterday and reflected on your association with my daughter and realised that since Sarah met you, she had not been the same. I know you are aware of the sequence of painful events She passed through because of her obsession with you but I want to tell you again so that you will see the correlation. When Sarah met you and fell in love with you, she was willing to commit incest at a time we all thought you were her older brother. Then you bounced her and she cried. You then got married to Claudia Colecraft. You ended in getting an accident. Later it was proven by a DNA test you were not her brother. Sarah was happy and wanted to continue her relationship with you. You bounced her again and she attempted to commit suicide. By God's grace, she survived and wanted to continue her relationship with you. My wife Lucy slept with Doctor Clark Iverson because of this DNA issue I also cheated on her with your mum and she gave birth to twins who died later. Sarah decided to discontinue her relationship with you on the grounds of cultural prohibitions. You went ahead and try to marry Queendalyn but that marriage was stopped by Sarah. Finally we all thought destiny had brought you together. You made an elaborous preparation to finally marry the love of your life and then ...disaster strike. Sarah slipped and fell down, hitting her head on the cemented wall on her wedding day and wind up on a hospital bed.The doctors said she had an injury to the head .It was severe and she is likely to loss her memory for a long time. Now why am I telling you all these things since you knew them already? If you observe carefully you will realise that Sarah's love for you is an obsession and obsessions don't last long. I realised that anytime you want to marry, something bad happened. I also realised that your relationship with my daughter was just moving in circles. You will go along well then suddenly something happens and you are back to square one. Martin, I'm afraid I don't want you to see my daughter again and you can't marry her." "Why Mr. Donkor ?" I asked admist tears of sorrow. Mr. Donkor Stephen said, BECAUSE YOU AND SARAH ARE NOT DESTINED TO BE LOVERS LET ALONE HUSBAND AND WIFE!!! I gaped at him. I couldn’t believe he was the one who said that. Out of anger, I left. *Two days later * I was home with my mother and some family members when Mr. Donkor came with a few of his family. They have preinformed us they would be coming. Upon their arrival, traditional greetings were exchanged. The elders of my family asked them what their mission was and they wasted no time in saying it. They have come to return the dowry paid on Sarah's head. They brought all the items on the dowry list. My Family reluctantly accepted the items signifying the dissolution of the traditional marriage we performed. I knew for a fact that if Sarah were to be conscious, she would not have agreed on the dissolution of our traditional marriage. I told myself Sarah will be mine , marriage or no marriage. Period!!! Despite the fact that Stephen facilitated the dissolution of my traditional marriage, I still get feedback from Doctor Boadi Victor. Why would Stephen blamed me for the misfortune that happened. I couldn't believe he was capable of doing that. I learnt Sarah’s church members have been paying her visits and praying for her to recover. Nevertheless, She wasn't responding favorably to treatment. My Family later wrote a letter to the church apologising for the embarrassment they might have passed through when the bride fail to turn up but the church said the apology was not necessary since it wasn't a deliberate attempt on the part of the bride not to turn up. Later,I learnt Sarah regained consciousness but had lost her memory. She could only remember the events she saw AFTER waking up from her coma but not the events BEFORE she suffered the heard injury. To reduce the grief I was internally suffering, I decided to browse the internet for some celebrity gossips. I came across some interesting news that occupied me. After that I occuped myself with a short funny movie on TV. The movie was presented by Bluekrest Television Studios titled: Skitsotology 104 : "Pastor's Office." In the movie,a pastor was reading a bible. He was in a short sleeve with a black tie. Then a young sassy bootylicious lady materialized into the pastor's office through the door wearing a light green Princess Silhouette Dress. It has tight-fitting at the top and waist, it flows like a dream below the waist, giving the effect of a full princess-gown, accentuating her shoulders and arms. Pastor : ( smiling broadly)Ahh, Sister Bekie, how are you doing. Bekie : ( Behaving shyly)I'm fine Sir, Good afternoon. Pastor : Good Afternoon. I didn't see you in church on Sunday. Hope all is well. Bekie : uhm. All is well sir, I travelled to Lagos though to visit my family Pastor : I hope they are fine Bekie:( Looking at the pastor seductively) They are fine by the grace of God. Pastor : So what can I do for you? Bekie : Well, I brought my tithe since I was not around last sunday So that I will drop it with you sir. Pastor : Oh, fine , fine , fine. Bring it. Bekie : (got closer to the pastor and turned her back towards him. She placed her bag on a seat nearby, bent down with her huge ass towards the pastor while pretending to be searching for the tithe. The pastor looked at her back , confused) She began to complain, “I can't find my tithe. It isn't here ooo. The pastor didn't say anything. He refocused on his bible. Bekie continued to shake her ass. Occasionally glancing over her shoulders to see the pastor's reaction. The pastor stole glances at her voluptuous back. Ultimately, the pastor peeped through the window and checked the door to see if there was any intruder. Bekie continued to complain, " I can't find my tithe" The pastor gazed at her ass again and peeped through the window again. After looking at Bekie's buttocks once again, he removed his belt quickly as Bekie continued to complain about her tithe. Peeping once again through the window and seeing no one, he used the belt to spank Bekie on her buttocks saying , GET OUT.!!, GET OUT!!!!. Bekie straightened up , screamed and ran out of the office as the pastor hotly pursued her. Upon reaching the doorway, the pastor stopped chasing Bekie out and just looked on as she escaped. He said, JEZEBEL!! JEZEBEL. Ah, Ah, You can't even call when my wife is not in the office. You are coming when she's just in the next room! He went back to his reading. The movie was so funny that I laughed out so loud, forgetting my sorrows momentarily. ****

Just when I thought that all is well with Sarah, now another predicament...carry on sir

Anyways, am not in support of their union from the start

EPISODE 27 Off to USA I was online one evening surfing the internet when I met an advertisement of a job vacancy in USA, titled “ Physiotherapist wanted in USA.” I realized the pay was juicy. Surely, this was a perfect opportunity to leave the shores of Africa to sojourn in a foreign land and have a bit of adventure. I applied for the job online. In three days time,I saw an email in my inbox and Voila!! My job was approved. Getting a visa when you have a secured job is easy. I soon secured a USA visa and booked a flight for the United States. ●~Kotoka International Airport~● "Ladies and Gentlemen, all passengers going to USA should come to the front desk for registration and check in," an announcement came though the intercom . I moved towards the registration centre. My mother Doreen saw me off at the airport. I checked in at Delta airline . As required, and filled a form, My passport was checked and stamped and a boarding pass was given to me. I passed through Immigration and customs and waved goodbye to her. I boarded the plane looked for seat number 077. It was a window seat over the winged part of the Plane . I sat down for five minutes as the rest of the passengers boarded the plane. Soon, we were airborne, a far away Journey across the vast lands and seas to a foreign land to work in the USA. I was very happy That Soon I will be in the USA, leaving all my sorrows in the garbage of history. I planned to visit some of the exquisite and magnificent tourist sites in the USA. I have read about them in a book and watched them on BBC channel. I would soon see them in reality with my own eyes. For most part, I slept and missed the flight experience. After 8 hours in the air,the plane landed at Hartsfield–Jackson Atlanta International Airport. As usual, I passed through a rather long and rigorous immigration before I finally entered the city. *One week later * . ~In the USA~ America is known as a melting pot of nationalities and cultures, and it has quickly become one of the most innovative nations to date. With driven natural-born citizens and immigrants, America is one of the largest and most diverse countries in the world. The United States boast an amazing amount of tourist destinations ranging from the skyscrapers of New York and Chicago, the natural wonders of Yellowstone and Alaska to the sunny beaches of California,Florida and Hawaii. I guessed most people who are native to the United States probably take their home country for granted, the reality is it’s a beautiful place to visit, especially if you’re just seeing it for the first time. When I went to the USA for the first time I thought I was on a different planet. How could one part the world be well developed with good infrastructure and economy while another part of world languish in poverty and disease? That's a debate for another day. In the USA, there were always something amazing to see. Perhaps the most unmistakably American landmark is Mount Rushmore, a national memorial located in South Dakota constructed in the early 20th century. Mount Rushmore depicts the faces of four former American presidents, each of which is carved and blasted from the side of a rock face. I admire the larger-than-life faces of Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and Theodore Roosevelt. The short Presidential Trail at the base of Mount Rushmore provides better views and an interesting perspective on the landmark. When I visited Los Angeles, I went to Venice Beach. Its canals and beaches are spectacular, but the biggest hit is undeniably the Venice Beach Boardwalk. I Shopped for souvenirs and grabbed a refreshing drink. Feeling famished, I entered one of the famous restaurants called Kra Z Kai’s Laotian Barbeque. I entered the restaurant, bought a pizza and sat down to eat. A well-dressed lady gazed at me with curious eyes. She gazed at me as if she had been hypnotized. I knew Racism is common in the USA but the way that white lady was gazing at me wasn’t one of disdain but admiration. She smiled seductively and walked towards me. Upon reaching my table she said, I’m Annabelle Wood,a nurse at .......... I’m Martin, I said succinctly. She continued, “I guess I like you and wanna be your friend if you don’t mind.” Honestly, I don’t know what to say but eventually recovered from my temporal shock and said “Please have a sit, Annabelle.” She smiled with joy and sat down staring deep into my face. Then she asked me a question, are you from Ghana?” My heart hammered furiously against my ribcage. I almost jumped out of my skin. Cold shivers ran down my spine as she looked at me with a smirk. I opened my mouth to say something but no word come out. Is this lady a CID or police. Am I under some kind of surveillance, but for which crime? As if she read my mind, she said,"Stop worrying,Martin, I’m not a police. we have plenty of time to talk. For now let's eat." **** The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.-Ashley Montagu

NOTE: At this stage of the story, we will shift attention from Martin to a new character called “ MARVIN”

EPISODE 28 ? MARVIN; The Stolen Baby ●<Third Person's Narration>● Marvin Agyeman was a movie producer and Director. He completed his film school in CalArts located in Santa Clarita, California in the Los Angeles Area. He had completed the film school and produced many movies in Los Angeles. He had served as executive producer on hundreds of episodes of TV series and has numerous film projects in the works. He was the only child of his parents Elvis and Mavis who were Ghanaians based in the States. About 27 years ago, His father was an Artist and his mother a famous fashion designer. His father was responsible for the construction of many gigiantic Bill Boards in the U.S.A and some African countries like Nigeria, South Africa and Kenya. He had worked hard to propel him to the circles of rich men. In church he was given a special place to sit and given preferential treatments wherever he went. He was the chairman or patron of many organizations in the USA and it was rumoured that he even invested a lot of money in the presidential campaign. His household was one of comfort and influence. Elvis had almost everything except a child. Try as much as he could,He could not get a child. The reason was simple. He had an accident that affected his ability to impregnate a woman. His former wives left him because he couldn't satisfy them in bed. While very poor people had twins,triplets and even quadruplets, here was a man who could no longer function like a man. Elvis and his new wife visited a thousand and one places( mostly spiritualist). He had gone to see all these people after visits to orthodox medicine and powerful church leaders. After several attempts to adopt a child also fail, his wife Mavis decided to go to Ghana. She returned to the USA with a child and explained to her husband how she got the child whom she named Marvin. As Marvin grew, he often wondered why his parents had only one son.He however took solace in the fact that they had always been caring parents and he couldn't forget his childhood. He often asked his mother why he had no other brother or sister and they often told him soon he would have a sister. But his parents may have taken their lies too far. One day, Marvin came home and heard his parents arguing over something. He decided not to interrupt them but to eavesdropped on their conversation. Elvis: "....... we can't keep it from him forever. Mavis : Its true but I'm not sure now is the right time. Elvis: There is no right time. Mavis : Hmm. He will be psychologically affected. Elvis: Well. It's better for him to know the bitter truth than the sweet lie. Mavis : If only that accident had not happened. Elvis: There is no need to cry over spilled milk. Mavis : Its true but the spillage of the milk had landed us into this situation. Elvis:let's talk to him now before....." Marvin was shocked to the bone to hear all these secrets, considering the fact that they were tied to his birth.He suddenly entered the hall and asked , ".... so you are not my biological parents.Where are they?" He could see Elvis and Mavis'discomfiture. His 'mother' Mavis sat him down and said, " My son, We are sorry to keep this from you. It's a very long story but I won't border you with the details. I'm the third woman your father had gotten married to. The first two women left him after he had a fatal accident that damage his reproductive abilities. At first I was comfortable with that but as time went on, I became unhappy. I suggested to him that we should adopt a child. Adoption is a rigorous process and we tried all that we could to adopt one but failed. Eventually, I went back to Ghana. I made an arrangement with a nurse who called herself Dora to steal a child for me from her hospital. Dora told me I was lucky a certain lady had just given birth to twins but lost consciousness. Dora stole one of the twins and sold him to me. That twin is you. Nurse Dora said the mother of the twins would be lied to that her second child died at delivery. I then took you and escaped to the U.S after paying the nurse a lot of money. In order to avoid any contact between us, we agreed not to get each others contact. Mind you, Dora may not be her real name but an alias. Now, you grown. We can't continue keeping this secret from you and we were contemplating how to tell you before you burst in on our conversation. ●~One week later~● He booked a flight to Africa; Ghana to be precise. His aim was to go and search for his real parents and made contact with them. He heard wild stories about Africa. This made him quite afraid.As the time approached he got nervous but excited. By 6:30 p.m, he got on a plane. He got to the airport and as he looked around , he confused a check bag with a carry on and the people were a little rude. But as he got through security and it was just waiting on line he was over with the experience. Hours pass and they boarded the plane. The tunnel leading to the plane felt so small and he was anxious to just take off. Also very excited to be in warm weather. The plane was finally ready to take off and him being on the window seat, his nose was practically touching the small window. They started moving faster and then his stomach lifted as they started to rise. The big buildings in New York City seemed so small. It was like going over a bridge in a car and his stomach jumped, but it felt so cool. He was finally on an airplane ready to explore and search for his parents, and now that’s the most important thing he wanted to do. The big metallic bird swore high with speed towards Africa. It had roughly 8 hours to fly in the air.

What do you think of Marvin. Who are his real parents. Episode 29 is LOADING..

Getting more intensed... Am guessing that Martin and Marvin are twin brothers, not just any twin but identifical It's gonna be so interesting cos one of them will be mistaken for the other Anticipating....

EPISODE 29 Released From Hospital Sarah was released from hospital after undergoing medical treatment. She had lost her memory but the doctor assured her parents that there was a high possibility she could regain it. She had forgotten about Martin and all those experiences they shared. She could not even identify Martin's picture clearly. That was the state of Sarah when she was released. Three months later, things improved a little. She could remember snippets of the past but what she could remember was so minute that it could hardly be called remembrance. Her parents Stephen and Lucy did not try to make her remember her past. To them , it worked to their advantage. If Sarah couldn't remember her past, then she couldn't remember her love and obsession for Martin which had been the genesis of all the problems she had faced. Thus Sarah's present predicament was something they were quite okay with indirectly. Sarah was reading an article in a book that interest her so much. The title was "Is love a decision or a feeling ?" By Sheri Stritof. It reads : "One of the more controversial statements made among some Christian or spiritual counselors is "love is a decision." It is a statement that reminds couples to love the person, not the behavior." Sarah kept wondering how one can love a person but not his behaviour since the person and his behaviour was intricately linked. "Many people do not see why a person would have to make the decision to love since they made that decision many years ago when they said "yes" to one another on their wedding day. The reason comes from the fact that feelings for a partner can waver depending upon many things: getting along, fighting, disappointment, power struggles, decision making and so on. It is normal in married life to have periods of both romance and disillusionment.This cycle is often repeated – sometimes over days, weeks, even months. "Is it true?" asked Sarah. She tried to remember her previous relationships but alas, None came into her mind. “Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision." One way to break out of disillusionment is by deciding to love. "How?" Sarah asked. I would rather quit." "Wow, this article is getting very interesting but I still believe love is a combination of feeling and action.If I ever love someone, I will prove it though my actions." She said. "Sarah, where are you,"her mother called. Sarah finished reading the article, close the book and went out to see her mother. For most part, Sarah stayed at home. She wasn’t lonely as would have been expected because she preoccupied her mind with reading story books , watching movies, or chatting with her siblings Manilla or Jacqueline whenever they were around. Manilla went to NAFTI( National Film And Television Institute). She wanted to become a journalist in the future. Anytime she was around, she always keep her sister Sarah entertained. Manilla decided to assess the extent to which Sarah’s memory had been compromised so she intentionally began a conversation with her elder sister about Martin. She asked Sarah, “do you remember Martin your boyfriend?” Sarah didn’t seemed perturbed by the mention of the name “ Martin.” Manilla repeated what she said. Then Sarah said , I don’t know who exactly this Martin is that you seemed so enthusiastic about. You are even trying to tell me he’s my boyfriend. Manilla, I know you are a serious minded person so I am surprise you are becoming funny. I never have any boyfriend called Martin.” Manilla looked at her sister with pity. It was obvious Sarah had forgotten about Martin and all her love for the young chap. Manilla could not help but recall how Sarah was highly obsessed with Martin to the extent of drugging Claud Colecraft’s drink to prevent her from wedding Martin. She recalled how she managed to salvage the situation by taking Sarah’s gown and acted as the maid of honour. Back to reality, she saw her sister who virtually had a tabula Rasa mind of the past. She secretly pray to God to heal her sister’s mind. Then Sarah asked her, this Martin you are referring to, can you show me his picture?” Manilla looked up and smiled. She told her sister to give her phone to her. Manilla scrolled through Sarah’s phone to get Martin’s picture. She was highly amazed when she couldn’t find a single photograph of Martin in Sarah’s phone Gallery. She wondered what happened. Did Sarah delete Martin’s pictures. She doubted it. She weighed the possibilities and came to the conclusion that the pictures might have been deleted by her parents . Who? Stephen or Lucy. It was difficult to choose. Sarah knew her father didn’t like Martin again and could be the one who deleted the photographs. In the other hand, she also knew her mother Lucy disliked Martin because of the history Martin’s mother Doreen had with her Father Father Stephen. Both Parents now disliked Martin. If Lucy could manipulate a DNA results just to ensure Martin and Sarah kept seeing each other as brother and sister and even allow Doctor Clark Iverson to sleep with her in order to achieve her objectives, then she could also be a prime suspect in deleting Martin’s pictures from Sarah’s phone. Manilla decided to check through her phone gallery and showed Sarah the pictures she took with Martin during his wedding to Claudia. Then she received the shock of her life- There was no picture of Martin in her Photo Gallery!!! It was then that realization dawned on her that the two parents might have collaborated to ensure that nothing remind Sarah of Martin. To do that effectively, they began from deleting Martin’s pictures from their phones. She vividly remembered her mother ask to use her phone a few months ago under the pretext of having a low battery. Was that just a mere coincidence or a deliberate move. She could do nothing than to nod her head. **** What happened next? EPISODE 30 loading...

Love can't be easily forgotten, this is just temporary

EPISODE 30 Marvin Met Sarah {Sarah's Narration } ~At the shopping mall~ One evening , I decided to have a stroll along the busy streets of Accra, around Airport residential area but I changed my mind and moved towards Airport City to Marina Mall. One of the first class malls in Accra. Marina Mall is made up of three floors of shops, with the top level also hosting a food court with a welcome café and a couple of fast food outlets. I had already bought a few food stuffs, pushing them in my trolley towards the payment section of the mall. Suddenly, I bumped into a young man who suddenly materialize from the other alley of the mall. The food stuffs in my trolley scattered on the ground. The young man was quite surprised but didn't utter a word. He bent down and picked my stuffs for me and apologized for the accident.I was moved by the young man's magnanimity and initiated a conversation with him. I felt like I have seen that face before but I didn’t know where. Maybe In my dream. I even helped him get the items he needed. After paying for his items, he came out of the mall. I waited for him outside the mall and we had a dialogue. Me: I'm called Sarah Donkor. Unknown Guy: Call me Marvin 'Agyeman.' Me: Alright. Nice meeting you. Marvin: Nice meeting you too. Me: umm. Are you from the United States? Marvin: Yea. USA. Why did you asked? Me: Your English. You are slurring. Marvin: I see. Me: Sorry for bumping into you. Marvin: Its okay. Can I be your friend? Me: We are friends already. Marvin: Well, I never realised that. Me: Now, you do. Marvin: So where are you going Now? Me: Where else ?Home of course. Marvin: Right. I can give you a lift. Me: Thanks in Advance. Marvin: Where to ? Me: Airport residential. Marvin: Right. Me: But why did you travel all the way from USA to Africa. Marvin: That's a story for another day. We didn’t talk much in the car except some basic details . From the look of him, he seemed to come from a rich family. It was all written over him. He drove me through the city of Accra and finally alighted me at Airport residential area. I gave him my contact number. We said goodbye and parted ways. I kept having this weird feeling that I knew him or was connected to him in some way. Three days after meeting Marvin , he called me and said he wanted us to go on a rendezvous. At the scheduled time, which was 6.00 p.m, he came into my house with a Durango SRT Car. I boarded the car and we set off. It was a lovely atmosphere in his car as he was all smile. He switched on his DVD player and soon the music started blurring into the car. It was a Christian Hip Hop Titled ; Lord Give Me a Sign by DMX.That song was one of my favourite songs. I was amazed he chose that particular song to play. Driving through the busy streets of Accra in the evenings is always a struggle. It is quite ironical that while we pride ourselves for being urban dwellers, we have to cope up with crime, air pollution from car exhaust pipes,urban noises emanating from fleets of cars in traffic, unnecessary screams and noise making from hooligans and vagabonds and the incessant playing of music by bar operators, discotheques, churches etc, we have those in the rural areas who enjoy relative peace, little crime cases and a carefree rural life. Sometimes I wish I was born in a village so that I would be closer to nature. I was looking for the day my parents will take me to my hometown in the village called Chichibon, located in Atwima Kwanwoma District of Foase-Atwime which lies in the Ashanti Region of Ghana. Anyway, I was in the city for now and despite the seemingly uncomfortable aspect of city life, I still believe it was worthwhile being there. City life offered a lot of opportunities and advantages that the rural folks will never have. The gospel hip hop music continued in the background. I wanted to ask him where we were going but decided to just let it go. Soon we got to Bread & Wine Restaurant. It was one of the more expensive but truly exceptional restaurants in Accra. Perfect for candlelit suppers and celebratory dinners, the cuisine here is classically French with a la carte menu options including daube-de -boeuf, margret de-canard and blanquette de veau. Their service there is some of the best in the city. Marvin held my hands as we walked into the bar. We got to a place very quiet and beautiful. How I wished he would tell me he loved me. He looked more handsome when he smiled. The song at the background made the place serene and lovely. It melted my heart away. I was drowning in the sweet music. We stay there for almost three hours. I knew Loving Marvin will bring joy in my life. I have never felt love like that before. "we need to go, darkness is approaching" Marvin said. I didn't want to go even though the place will be dangerous in the dark but I felt protected around him. He took my hands and stood me from the chair. We were both standing and facing each other. I stared at how he smiled, his lips was adorable for kissing. He raised his eyebrows with a smile. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his soft chest. I felt his hands rubbing my back slowly. I moved so close to him that I felt his breath on my face "kiss me Marvin" Did I say that loud? I didn't hear him say anything about what I said. He moved his lips more closer to mine. I closed my eyes waiting to feel his lips on mine but he rather kissed my cheeks. I was snapped out of my thoughts when he raised me from the ground and carried me in his hands out of the restaurants much to the astonishment of Ghanaian onlookers. I wrapped my hands around his neck while he walked to the car park. He smiled and looked at my face. I placed my left hand on his right lap. "Do you love me?" He frowned his face a bit upon hearing that. "Sarah, it's too early to talk about love. Let's take it one at a time," he said. I agree unwillingly. We took a picture together. After that, he drove me home and was about to go when I stopped him and asked, "Marvin, where do you live?" To my amazement, he said he was staying in a hotel. "Which hotel?" I asked. Villa Monticello. "Villa Monticello?" Why are you in a hotel instead of a house? "Hmm. That's a story for another day," he said. But I want you to escort me to Airport Hills Tomorrow. "Which time exactly?" I asked. "9.00 a.m,"he answered. I said, “ok.” and left. ~The next morning~ I woke up early in the morning and drove to Villa Monticello hotel. Villa Monticello hotel is a 4.5-star luxury hotel near Accra Mall with state of the art facilities that makes luxury a necessity. I could see why Marvin preferred that hotel. He was waiting for me at the entrance of the Hotel. "Good morning dear," I smiled broadly at him. He entered the car after responding to my greeting. He dressed like an executive Officer. He told me he wanted to buy a house, talking about it as if buying a house is like buying a sachet water. There were a lot of options but he zeroed in on Airport Hills. The least house there cost GHC17,100,000.($3,000,000) We saw one beautiful mansion located in a highly secured and gated community. It was fully completed and "ready to move in" upon purchase. The serene feel in that neighborhood coupled with the comfort it assured made a perfect destination for every home owner. The property is a 5 Bedroom luxury home spread over two floors and on a 2-and-a quarter plot. It presents a good view of the Kotoka International Airport. It further presents a very spacious living and dining area with an additional kitchenette. Also available is a 2 Bedroom boys quarters, a 2-bay car garage, an en-suite security post, Electric Fence, Remote controlled main gate and a well manicured garden (with already installed sprinklers underground) and a swimming Pool. Marvin bought that house, signed the legal documents and the rest of the property acquisition procedures were followed. Six hours later, the house keys were handed over to him. I was very happy for him but underneath my joy, I still want to know why Marvin travelled all the way from USA, leaving his family, come to Ghana and bought a house. After the handing over, Marvin used three days to make the necessary arrangements in the room that would make it more habitable and accommodating. Somehow, I felt I knew him. Could he be the so -called Martin, pretending to be Marvin. I wish I could see Martin’s picture and made a comparison? **** Who really is Marvin? Will he find his real parents?

Marvin is Martins twin It will soon be revealed

EPISODE 31 The Search {Sarah's Narration} One week later, I went to Marvin's new house. It was around 10.00 a.m. He welcomed me warmly and ushered me into the main hall. His Plama TV hanged on the wall, the drapes and the carpet matched the rest of the air- conditioned room. The floor was shining as if it had been licked clean and his Deluxe Hoover did a perfect job on the carpeted area. I was wondering why a "borga" will prefer to come to stay in Africa instead of a place like New York city. His cute features captured my attention. Marvin was a cute lad. He had fine masculine features from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet. His eyes are charmy and his sing song voice was very appealing to the ear. He had a mark of innocence on his handsome face. He was tall and well-built with rich black curly hair which swam in waves. I asked him,”So what do you intend to do after finding your parents." "I’m thinking of establishing a film school in Ghana to produce movies that reflect the African cultural heritage and values. I looked at him with admiration. He was a passion driven, and highly enthusiastic person. Then he put the icing on the cake by saying he wanted to establish a foundation to assist the poor but highly intelligent children. "Ops,When are WE going to start the search for your parents ," I asked him. “By 8.00 a.m ,we will set off." "Ok. I will come earlier so that we go in time, " I assured him "Tomorrow, we will go to the Commonwealth Aid International Hospital and ask of nurse Dora.We may get lucky" He said. **** I woke up early the next morning. I left the house and went to Marvin's. He was already waiting for me. I quickly entered his car and we moved towards the Commonwealth Aid International Hospital. We arrived at the Hospital and ask to see the Hospital’s Administrator. We were told to wait for a while before we were finally ushered into his big office. He had a desktop computer in front of him and a mountain of files neatly parked on a shelve. The room was spacious and airy with plenty of chairs. The administrator was a short stout man with a receding hairline. His face was round and the protuberant part was his bulgy eyes. His lips were squicky. He was cold and straight with us when he said, “You are welcome to Commonwealth Aid International Hospital. My name is Agyei Cyril and I'm the chief Administrator of the Hospital. How can I help you?" Marvin said, “ I have being stolen from this Hospital 27 years ago by a certain nurse called Dora and sold to a certain woman called Mavis Mr.Agyeman. I'm here today to find out if the nurse is still working here so that she can help me locate my real parents. Mr.Agyei was dumbfounded when Marvin recount the whole story to him in such an easy going voice. "It sounded like a fairly tale," he said at last. If you have been stolen when still young , how do you know then?" He asked. Marvin responded, " my parents confessed it to me." Mr. Agyei Cyril gazed at Marvin and said, so you are a stolen baby, eèeeii," he laughed, "hahahaha" and suddenly became sober again. He said , "this is a crime .You need to report your parents to the police." I agree, Marvin said, " including the nurse who sold me like Judas Iscariot betraying Jesus with just 30 pieces of silver, but I see pressing charges against them to be pointless. The crime had happened 27 years ago. Why wake the sleeping dog up?" Cyril said, “ reporting it may also tarnish the image of the Hospital. We will be labelled us " baby thief Hospital " by the people and the media. He hesitated for a while and said, "I'm afraid I cannot cross profile the background of past and current workers of this Hospital just to search for a certain nurse called Dora who had no surname but take the liberty in commercializing people's babies. Thank you for coming. See you.!!" Marvin and I were so shocked with the administrator's inconsideration that for five minutes we thought we had not heard him well. When the reality set in , we stood up with so much difficulty and left in discomfiture. On the second day we tried again but he was adamant to our request. We tried all we could do to convince some of the older nurses in the Hospital to tell us if they knew a nurse called Dora. Only two said they knew some nurses who bore that name. Their description of the nurses they claimed they knew by the name "Dora" didn't match my mother's description. Nevertheless, we made some follow up activities and traced them but they said they didn't remember any of such incidence or were involved in it. Their body language suggested they were being frank with us. We went to the health directorate to seek assistance but the director kept tossing us. After much efforts realization dawned on us that the man was looking for bribe before assisting us.I smiled and told him, ”Marvin , you See, this is not USA where people in public offices play strictly by the book. In this part of the world, when you want to play by the book , you will always reach a stone end. Poverty had dulled the conscience of this public office holders to the extent that the only language they understand is Money. Get a brown envelope ready loaded with Dollars and I can assure you, we will get the information we seek for in a twinkle of an eye. Passing through the backdoor works magic in Ghana. "But that's bribery and corruption," Marvin protested. Look here Martin, this is Africa. If you want to get that list, you have to kowtow to the system. It's that simple. If you want to be a saint, you can’t stay here. Here systems don’t work, money works. After much talk, he agreed to bribe the intransigent administrator. The next day he put $ 1000 into a brown envelope. We went to the administrator again. He was cold towards us as usual. We didn't argue with him. We remained equipoised until he calmed down. Then we gave him the $ 1000 and thank him for his cooperation. We left the office and entered the car. Upon turning on the ignition, we saw Mr. Agyei Cyril signalling us to stop the car. He walked briskly towards us. Please come tomorrow at 8.00 a.m. I will give you the list of all the nurses who worked 27 years ago in this facility." We thank him heartily for his cooperation and left. On the way Marvin was amazed and asked , "So is that the way things work in this place?" I succinctly answered, " YES. This is Africa." *** The next day, we went to Mr. Agyei Cyril's office. As soon as he saw us, he hugged us as if we just arrived from Heaven. He even offered us a bottle of beer. After that he gave us a long list of nurses who worked in the Hospital 27 years ago. We thanked him for his cooperation and left. Upon reaching Home, we decided to look through the list. We were amazed at the number of "Doras" we saw on the list. Over 1550. The question is , which of the Doras’ stole Marvin from his unknown mother ? We decided that searching for 1550 Doras in Ghana looked quite preposterous so we aborted that plan in the interim. Only time will tell. It was getting late. Time to go home. I promised to return the next day to find a way around all the nurses bearing the name Dora. With that I left for home. **** What happened next? Watch out for EPISODE 32

Hmmm

It's going to a be long search

EPISODE 32 Dickson’s Prison Life And Work As A Watchman. < Third Person's POV> It had been over 27 years since Dickson was arrested for raping Doreen. He could vividly recall how he was handcuffed and sent to the police station. The District Crime Officer detained him in the police cell. Soon, he was taken to court, found guilty and sentenced to 30 years imprisonment with hard labour. He was immediately handcuffed and taken away after the pronouncement to Nsawam Prison. Prisons always take away your identity. Apart from your freedom that is denied you, life in Ghana prison is like living in hell even for one day , not to talk about one year, let alone ten years.It was by definition purely an authoritarian and restrictive institution that tolerate no independence or individuality. A Prisoner's daily life takes place according to a daily schedule .The laid down rules and regulations in the prison were very strict and inhumane. The food cooked in prison was cooked according to prison standards.The food given isn’t food that you will eat at home; it was so terrible that it was not fit even for a dog. The dinner was a stiff cold salty porridge with a half teaspoon of sugar. Meat and fish were eaten once in a blue moon.The “banku” had no salt and the soups were so light that you could see your reflection in it. Everyone wore the same uniform. The standard prison uniform was a pair of short trousers, and a rough blue shirt. Dickson met Dennis in prison. Dennis told him he was arrested for allegedly killing a teenager he had no idea about; a fellow left a vehicle in his care which later turned out to contain the body of a teenage girl. He was arrested for that and he ended up in prison after the fellow told the police That he( Dennis) had stolen his car. The state of the prison was a very disturbing sight to the eye, people were packed in the cell like sardines or slaves in Europeans ships. This made it difficult to breathe due to the overcrowding. There were frequent disease outbreaks and wee smoking. ‘Wee’ and other illegal materials prohibited in the cells were smuggled into the cells. The Prisons were a place where little or no attention is paid to inmates' health; they were left to their own fate when they fall ill. When one prove stubborn,he is beaten mercilessly by his own inmates. Nurses and Health Aides who operated infirmaries and clinics within the prison facility were quack and not qualified. They were unexperience and didn’t knew the drugs they administered very well. Dickson was once given a bad injection and that worsen his situation resulting in chronic pains all over his body.Sometimes they had to prescribe drugs for themselves. In the depth of darkness, he laid on his bed , with Dennis at the adjacent side. They were talking to busy ourselves, not even aware of time or place. His new prison smelled stale and dirty where he wouldn’t imagine any human being could spend even a night. They were languishing in jail, dying slowly, spending day and night in a dark smelling cell, in the company of insects, with no real human dignity and freedom Unlike like ordinary citizens. However ,he got accustomed to the place and circumstances. Their chit-chat sounded weak, hopeless and sorrowful, his voice was full of sadness and pain as he said , " God, have mercy on me.” Dickson's voice sounded regretful and reflected the need of crying although his tears had stopped flowing years ago. One of his prison mates Eric grew desperate and remorseful and said:"I was arrested for stealing money from the bank I worked for. They never believed it wasn’t me. What pained me the most was my wife. She never believed I was innocent. Consequently, she neglected me to my suffering. He asked his inmates, "You know what she did next? They answered in unison, " NO" He continued,"She brought divorce papers here for me to sign with a threat that if I refused to sign it, she will leave me anyway to another man." Silence reigned and darkness prevailed. Eric didn’t tell his inmates whether he signed the divorce papers or not and they didn’t want to push it. He left the conversation open-ended. There was a long boring silence. Day took a long time to come. Daylight brought a temporal glimmer of joy and expectations to the prisoners. Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door and a plate was pushed with some poor food from a hole at the bottom of the door. Dickson and his mates were not interested in eating the food. The thought of Doreen crept into Dickson's mind. He could hear himself saying, "She is an icon of beauty. He imagined himself apologizing to Doreen and saying " my love, Doreen, I am very sorry for what I have done to you........" "Dickson!,Dickson!!Dickson!!!,His sweet reverie was broken by the incessant calling of his name. A stern looking officer materialised at the exit.He really looked stern, ruthless and sadistic. He stared at Eric and Dickson and sarcastically said:" You are lucky to be pardoned by the president.You will be able to breathe some fresh air after been in this stink odour.. Dickson and Eric were the oldest prisoners in that prison. They have been in prison for 27 years out of the 30 years pronounced on them. Their mates looked at them, green with envy. The two prisoners didn’t know what to say. They were lost of words. A mixture of happiness, sadness and surprise dominated his emotions. The President had exercised his powers of prerogative of mercy to grant remission to prisoners who had serve 20 plus years in prison. **** When he was released, he begged some people for money and used it to board a car to the apartment he rented before his arrest. Unfortunately, It was given to another occupant and his family had come for his belongings. His village was not far but he wanted to live in the city of Accra. He remembered Tord. Tord was Dickson's friend and ex work mate. They were both fire service men before Dickson's incarceration. He managed to walk for three hours to Tord’s residence to beg him for an accommodation. To his amazement, Tord declined his offer. He said he couldn't harbour an Ex-convict in his house. Even if he agreed, his wife would be uncomfortable with a full grown male in the house where their two teenage daughters also live. What is more, the man in question was a rapist who just released from prison after serving 27 years there on the charges of rape. Tord concluded, "my friend, it's practicably impossible." Tord gave him Ghc 150 and Dickson left quite disappointed. The joy of getting released was short-lived though, and reality soon set in.The end of his first very tiring day of freedom was a maltreatment from a friend. There is the stigma of having been in prison – few employers are willing to take on an Ex-convict. Prison isn’t easy, it isn’t pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, and it isn’t a ‘holiday camp’ as he so often hear – but it offers stability and structure. Dickson was contemplating what to do when he saw a notice advertising a Job Vacancy for a watch man. Well. He was 52 years old now and could still work as a watch man. Without hesitation, he rang the gate bell. A young man came out and asked in an American accent, "what do you want sir" staring at the man's shabby dressing. "I'm here for the watch man job," Dickson said. The young man laughed and said, Then you are welcome, my name is Marvin. Come on in. After sitting down, the young man conducted a little interview for Dickson. After that, he said, “Let's discuss the terms and conditions of your work." Dickson smiled. At least he could start life from there. He counted himself lucky to be a security man in a rich boy's house. He was given a nice room for accommodation. A single room self-contained. Dickson got to know the young man Marvin was based in USA but returned to Africa in search of his true parents. He often wondered where his parents might have been and secretly wished he were Martin's father. He recalled the day he became a fire service man. He was just 21. To him, Firefighters and firefighting was something that seemed bigger than life! He was among the Four hundred and seventy Fire Service recruits, including 300 females, who passed out in Accra. Dickson came out as the best recruit in their year batch. He saved a girl from a high rise building over 100ft which was engulfed in flame. In the process, he got burnt. His bravery earned him a national award and a promotion at work. He made other strides in the fire service and became quite famous. He had worked for 4 years as a fireman before meeting Doreen that fateful day. Unfortunately, Dickson who could quench and face monstrous fires and inferno could not quench the fire of lust that had challenged him. *** Prison is a second by second assault on the soul, a day to day degradation of the self, an oppressive steel and brick umbrella that transforms seconds into hours and hours into days. -Mumia Abu-Jamal People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes -Abigail Van Buren **** What happened next? Episode 33 is LOADING...

EPISODE 33✅ Marvin’s Sickness And The Nurse { Sarah's Narration } When I got home Manilla was waiting for me. She looked worried. “ Sister, where have you been?. I have been worried about you because nowadays you are always going out with that visitor of yours.” I asked her, “do you have any problems with my visitor?” I asked Manilla. She was quiet for a few minutes. Then she said , I didn’t have time to look at him critically but the little glimpse I had Of him gave me the shivers. She resemble ____errrr someone I knew.” “Who?” I asked curiously. “Nothing ,sister. It’s okay. Maybe it’s just a figment Of my own imagination,”Manila said. Manilla’s behavior made me feel she was hiding something from me. I said, “I have a picture of him, we took it together when he invited me out. See.” Just then Jacqueline also came into my room. I showed Marvin’s picture to them. To my surprise, they both exclaimed, “MARTIN!!!” Manilla was so mesmerized that no matter how she hide it, it was emblazoned on her face. Jacqueline didn’t hide her emotion either . She said, sister, that brother Martin. I thought he travel to USA. When did he come back.?” The more my sisters talked about the picture the more I got confused. He told me his name is Marvin. Why are my sisters calling him Martin. He also told me he had never been to Africa before until the day we met but my siblings said he had travel to USA which suggested he was in Africa before traveling. I asked Manilla, “who really is Martin to me?” Manila said, “He was your .....friend.” I knew she was hiding something away from me. Whenever she lied, she looked down and that was exactly what she was doing. Before I could prop further ,Manilla and Jacqueline left. That evening , I couldn’t sleep. I was deep in thought. What exactly was going on? Unable to sleep, I decided to searching through some of my old stuffs to get a story book to read. I saw one. The Title was “ THE LOVE OF A BROTHER”. I flipped the pages and then a picture fell out of the story book. When I saw the photograph , my eyes widened up in shock. The young man in the photograph looked exactly like marvin. I didn't remember taking any hard cover picture from Marvin so how come his Look-alike picture ended up in my book. I gazed at the picture again and compared it with the picture I took of Marvin with my cell phone. I scrutinized the two pictures. I was amazed at the revelation. It was a near perfect match. The date the picture was taken was embossed on it. Considering the year we were in, that picture was taken about five years ago.I became curious and wanted to find the mystery behind the perfect resemblance of the two pictures. It was that mystery that made me want to visit him the following day. The next day, I received a message that Marvin was seriously sick and was taken to the hospital. I rushed to the hospital to see him. He was lying in bed. I lied to the doctor that he was my brother. He said he had been diagnosed of Xeroderma pigmentosum, a rare disease that caused extreme sensitivity to sunlight. I was with Marvin at the hospital when a call came through on his phone. The caller was named “ Mavis”. My heart sank. Who is Mavis. Could she be Marvin’s girlfriend. No. It’s not possible. After ignoring the call for three times, I finally picked it. “Hello, this is Mavis Agyeman, Marvin’s mother.....” It was quite surprising. This was the woman who bought Marvin after he was stolen from his real mother. Such a wicked Art. “.....Please can I speak to my son?” When I heard her say “ son” I felt like insulting her but I comported myself and told her her “son” was in a hospital. She asked of the direction and I reluctantly gave it to her. She asked who I was but I simply said, “Sarah, Marvin’s friend.” ******* <Third Person's Viewpoint> Mavis wasted no time in boarding a plane and coming to Ghana. She soon found her way into the hospital.Upon Identifying herself , she was ushered into the ward to see Marvin.Marvin was not really happy to see her mother. Sarah left the two and went to the Out Patient Department. "My son, relax, you will get well soon," Mavis encouraged him. Marvin was quiet, hardly looking her “mother's” way. Then he said,"You are NOT my mother. You are a BABY THIEF." Mavis was shocked by Marvin's utterances. She left the hospital after putting down her contact details in case of any emergency. She went to her Mansion in Tema. It was an executive Mansion she bought a few weeks in Ghana before leaving to the USA to stay with her husband in the U.S.A.The mansion was being taken care of by her younger sister Serwaa and brother Kwaku. Her real hometown Juaben, a small town in the Ejisu-Juaben Municipal District, a district in the Ashanti Region of Ghana. Two weeks later, she was called by the hospital administrator that her son had recuperated. She entered the hospital with joy but she suddenly met the one person she would pay any amount to avoid in life- the nurse who sold Marvin to Her; Nurse DORA!!! She was administering some drugs on Marvin. It was amazing how the world is just a small place. Sometimes we see how far places are from each other geographically and assumed we are really far from each other while in reality we are closer to each other than we thought. The same people, events or situations we encountered in our past life are most likely going to be similar to our future encounter. Mavis never expect ever meeting Nurse Dora Dompeh ever again in her life but alas , there she was, standing right before her very eyes with the child she stole for her about two decades ago. Nurse Dora was a short nurse with a very minuscule stature. She could be described as a shortie.Age wise, she was in her late forties. Mavis was flummoxed and let out a shout ," DORA!!!" At the mention of the name "Dora" Marvin became highly attentive. This was the nurse he had spent money looking for to no avail. The best he ever got was an endless list of unknown nurses. Dora suddenly turned round and gazed at Mavis. She recognised the face immediately and was frightened. Her heartbeat missed instantaneously. She was quite confused. She felt cornered and wished the ground gave way to extricate her from that quagmire of guilt which was about to sink him. She managed to gather herself and asked, " What are you doing here?" Inasmuch as the question sounded awkward, she answered," I'm here to see the baby you stole and sold to me 27 years ago." The expression on the nurse’s showed the impact of Mavis' words. It had increased her burden of guilt. Somehow ,Marvin who was in a shocked mode since the surprise encounter between nurse Dora and Mavis, a women who he believed to be his mum for the past 27 years,came to the nurse's rescue. He said, She's not more guilty than you. You are all the same." Mavis turned round and left. She knew the stakes were high. When she left, Marvin turned to Nurse Dora and said, “ I think you need to start confessing your sins now. You stole me from my mother and sold me like a cheap commodity to that deceptive woman I kept calling my mother for more than two decades. Now tell me exactly what happened." Nurse Dora looked at Marvin sorrowfully and tears trickled down her cheeks. When she finally opened her mouth she said ," Hmmm, before I tell you what happened 27 years ago, I want to let you know I wished I can turn back the hands of time to the day you were stolen from your mother but time is irreversible and what we did in the past cannot be undone. Our past mistakes can only be lessons for us in the future.Marvin, I'm sorry for stealing you from your real mother and I promise I will help you locate your real mother. Sadly, I forgot her name. Now, this was what happened 27 years ago.______” ***** If you are interested in Nurse Dora’s Confession, don’t miss EPISODE 34??

#Ride on sir

Anticipating...next chapter pls

@ladyg how's life. What do you think of EPISODE 33?

Interesting

#interesting

EPISODE 34✅ Nurse Dora’s confession “I was 21 years old by then. I just completed the Narh-Bita Nurse’s training College in Tema and was posted to the Commonwealth Aid International Hospital. As a new nurse I earned a meagre salary. I remembered it was in the month of March. A desperate woman came to our hospital. She was to be loitering around looking very depressed. I just finished my day's off and was about to take a taxi when I saw the strange desperate woman by the roadside. She seemed to be waiting for me. Quickly she walked towards me. I was quite frightened. Then she said, " my daughter, I need your help. I believe you are the one God will you to bless me with a child. Please, don't refuse." "I didn't understand what she was trying to say. She begged me to follow her home so that she would tell me the details. I rejected her suggestion to escort her home and took a bus to my own house. The next day she came to the hospital again. She waited for me to finish my work. Then she approached me with the same request. Again I rejected her suggestion. I was about to leave when she held my hand and shouted," PLEASE HELP ME!!! OR I WILL KILL MYSELF HERE. She took out a knife ready to stab herself to death. I was shocked and changed my mind. Reluctantly, I escorted her to her home. She drove me home in her porsh car. I suspected she was very rich.” “By the time we reached her home, my suspicion was confirmed. Her mansion alone was a testimony to that fact. When we reached her executive sitting room , I was highly impressed with the aura and general ambiance in her room, the chandeliers, the heavy carpet On the floor, the executive couch and the 65" Plasma TV mounted on the wall all pointed to a woman of high social standing. Your mother ......erhhh,Mavis told me her husband was impotent and all attempts to resolve his issue or adopt a child proved futile. She begged me to get her a child.” ”At first, I thought she wanted me to get pregnant, give birth and give my child to her but she quickly added, "I want you to steal a child from your hospital for me" I told her I couldn't do that. She promised giving me $250,000!! The money was tempting. That money was close to 1.5 Billion GHC. Still , I turned it down. She gave me her card and told me to consult her if I changed my mind. Honestly, I didn't change my mind until my mother became fatally sick. She had cancer of the lung. My father had broken up with my mother when I was just 9 years old so I didn't know his whereabouts. I tried to use my meagre salary to help but drugs for my mother but it was apparent my meagre salary wouldn't be able to buy the rather expensive chemotherapy drugs like Corticosteroids( Prednisone, Methyl prednisolone, Dexamethasone). Even some of her drugs had to be imported from abroad like Arsenic trioxide, Asparginase,Eribulin,Mitotane, etc. Then I was called by the specialist Doctor treating my mother. He said my mother had to be transported to South Africa for advanced Cancer treatment. He said I had just one week to raise an amount of $100,000. Since I don’t have that huge amount of money,I knew soon my mother was going to die. My small savings and salary had been consummated. At that moment I died a thousand time in the spirit. I found myself between the devil and the deep blue sea. If I stick to the moral decision, my mother will die. If I take a logical decision, my mother will live but I will bear the guilt of selling an innocent child to an unknown person. I tried to borrow the money from people I call my friends. I appealed to NGO's and voluntary organisations but ended up with nothing. A day to the deadline, a pregnant woman came to the hospital to deliver a child. While in labour she lost her consciousness. I was amazed when she delivered twins. Then she collapsed for a few minutes. I saw that opportunity as God's Answer to my prayer. Quickly I called Your ...Erhh Mavis and told her I'm ready to steal a child for her in exchange for the money she promised. I told her to come to the hospital. She came within ten minutes and I stole you and sold to her. She was very excited and thanked me. She then gave me a check of $500,000!!!! That's 3 Billion Ghana Cedis( 190,500000.00 Naira)? I melted with shock. She said she doubled the amount for me because she knew it was a difficult thing I did and she appreciated it so highly. Your mother woke up a few hours later. She saw her child and asked if she had given birth to just a child or twins. I told her she gave birth to twins but one of her babies died after she delivered him and collapsed. She insisted on seeing the dead baby's body. I knew she would say that. I took her to the special mortuary reserve for dead babies and showed her a dead baby, claiming it was hers. She didn't seemed to be convinced but she didn't argue with me again. She left the hospital a few weeks after the incident but before she left, she told me something I never forget. She said, if your heart is clean with regard to my dead son , I bless you. If you are guilty, the law of karma will catch up with you." Since then I never saw her again. With the evil money I got from Mavis, I took my mum to South Africa and she was treated. I also acquired a nice house where I live comfortably. I established a big pharmacy too. In order to ease my conscience, I asked for a transfer from that hospital six months after selling you to her. I lived quite well for three years and got married to a Nigerian business tycoon called Cygnus Chuckwu. It was after marriage that your real mother's curses began to manifest. Every night I saw a baby boy telling me to send him back to his mother. I would scream and wake up deep in the night. It became incessant and my husband became piss off. Ten years after marriage I didn't hear the cry of a BABY in my home. In fact, I never got pregnant let alone gave birth. We went to several hospitals and miracle centres, spiritualist and powerful pastors but all these attempts prove futile. Pressure was mounted on my husband to divorce me and marry a fertile woman. He loved me so much and didn't want to kowtow to his family's request.His family devised another tactic. They get a lady for him from his village and planned with her to get pregnant for my husband. She came to the house as a house maid. We employed her. She proved to be hard-working and obedient. My husband became very close to her. Abidemi as she was called did nothing to show she was interested in my husband. One day , I travelled to my mother's place and stayed for three days. It was at that moment that she seduced my husband who was already attracted to her beautiful features. When I realised she was pregnant I threw her out of my matrimonial home. My husband didn't object to that. Our Marriage continued for another six months. I came back home one afternoon only to see my former maid Abidemi in the house again.I was very angry with my husband and fought with him to send the girl away. He told me he loved me but must also bear children to continue his lineage when he's gone. He begged me to reconsider my decision regarding the maid and take her as my sister. I agreed in principle but not in practice. I made life very uncomfortable for Abidemi to the point where she ran away from the house just two months after she returned. My husband became infuriated with my intransigence and said I was wicked. He even labeled me an enemy of progress.He went searching for her but couldn't locate her. A month later Cygnus mother called. She was very excited. He asked her mother Amara the cause of her excitement. Amara congratulated My husband and told him his wife had given birth to Twins. At first I thought my husband had impregnated another girl in the village but when later we went to the village to see his mysterious wife , it turned up to be Abidemi. It was then that realisation dawned on me that the family had tricked my husband. Still I was not willing to divorce my husband until he decided to marry the maid. I objected to that idea but he went ahead and married her. Since then my husband's attention had shifted to Abidemi. I became a married spinster in my own matrimonial home. I tried to poison her but was caught in the process by my husband. He gave me the beating of my life and threatened to report me to the police if I press any domestic violence charge against him. Unable to endure the pain and emotional torture, I parked out of the house and never returned. The following week, my mother died. After her burial, my business collapsed. Things grew from bad to worse when my younger sister died , followed by my aunt, then an uncle of mine. I knew I was paying for my sins. I went to a pastor to seek solution to my prayers. He told me I must return the money given to me by the woman whom I sold the baby to. After that , I must confess my sins to the baby and her mother and seek for his forgiveness. I knew the two task would be difficult.” “First, how would I be able to raise $500,000!!! with my nursing profession. Two, how will I identity the baby I sold 27 years ago. It sounded preposterous. I auctioned my house for sale. Luckily, a certain rich man bought it at $400,000. I have also squeezed myself to raise the remaining $100,000 by saving my salary. So Marvin , now that I see you I want you to forgive me and free me from this bondage. <<<< Nurse Dora didn't realised that Marvin had been crying throughout her narration. She was mesmerized when she saw him in that sad mood.Marvin asked her a question, You sold me to a total stranger. What if she had used me for money ritual. Will I be alive to forgive you today?" That was a million dollar question Nurse Dora knew she couldn't answer. She went on her knees begging Marvin to forgive her. Marvin just looked on sobbing. In his heart he knew she sold him because she found herself in a catch-22 situation but that couldn't justify her crime. He said, “ I’m not God. I don’t have the power to forgive sins, but you must go to prison for your crime. That, I’m sure of it.” ****** What happened next. EPISODE 35 is loading...

EPIDODE 35 ✅ ??☝️ Manila’s initiative And revelation. [Sarah’s POV ] I was shocked to see Dora, the nurse who stole Marvin. She looked innocent. I don’t know what transpired between Marvin and the nurse but when I saw Marvin, he was crying. Even Nurse Dora was also crying. The following day, Marvin was released and we went home. His “ mother” had also left because Marvin didn’t want to see her. To him, she was his enemy. The subsequent day, Marvin cheered up a little bit. I gazed at Marvin meticulously. He sure looked like the guy in the photograph I found in my book. I asked him, "Is this your picture?"Marvin looked at the picture , totally stunned. He looked at me and asked, "where did you get this picture from?" I answered, "from my old stuffs. I mean a story book. He said, “The guy in the photograph surely resemble me. It my twin brother.” I gazed at Marvin again. There is no difference between him and what I saw. I said ,” you can’t deceive me. You are Martin, trying to call yourself Marvin. You are My bro... boyfriend. You gave me a book when we went to your mother’s place. I rem_____” I’m NOT Martin, Sarah. My name is Marvin. The guy in the picture is Martin. He resembled me but honestly I have not met him before.” Something took over me. I drew Closer to Marvin and said, you can deny it but to me you are the one in the picture. To me, you are Martin.” As I said that, my love for him was rekindled. I kissed him and he responded. It want long before were swimming in a whirlpool of love in the enormous sitting room in his couch. The bond was instantaneous but precise. It happened like the speed of lightning.I found my clothes carelessly scattered on his massive floor. He was strong and powerful but had a bit of difficulty finding his way in since he was the first man to ever explore my “ virgin territory “ Once again,Snippets of the past memories entered my mind. I smiled and told him, “ I remembered you bounced me severally when I was making advances at you when you first came into our house as our brother. You broke my heart when you took to me to your mother’s place____” “Sarah, I don’t know what you are talking about, Marvin said, getting quite irritated by my reminiscences. I said, “you can go on pretending that you are not Martin but to me you are. From now on, I will call you Martin. And thanks for making love to me at last. I’m happy you are the first man..” For the first time, I passed the night over at Marvin’s place. It was a memorable night for me. I felt fulfilled. ****** <Third Person Narration > Manilla waited for Sarah that night but she didn’t returned home. She was quite agitated. She tried to call Sarah’s phone number but it was switched off. When Sarah finally returned home, she was all joy. Out of curiosity, Manilla asked her if she had slept with Marvin. Sarah was quite hesitant but eventually confided in her younger sister of their nightly sexual adventures. “I found this picture in my book a few days ago, “Sarah said , handing the picture over to Manilla. Manilla asked , “ you mean you found it in your old stuffs? “Yes, Manilla, in a book Martin bought for me.” Manila instantly remembered the book, “ THE LOVE OF A SISTER.” Manila then reasoned that if Sarah found the picture in her story book, then it didn’t belong to Marvin since he had never entered their room before . Besides , the date in the picture suggested the picture was taken five years ago. It therefore means the picture possibly couldn’t belong to Marvin as he called himself, which led to only one conclusion. Manilla countered her own thoughts and said, “Marvin could be Martin and be pretending . For the photograph, Sarah might have taken it from Marvin’s room and placed it in her story book and forget she did that. Something else worried Manilla. The Martin she knew didn’t believe in Pre-Marital sex yet Sarah claimed he had sex with her. That’s strange. She decided to investigate the Marvin- Martin guy thoroughly. Within one week, she saw a few fundamental differences between the Martin she knew and the Marvin she initially thought was Martin. Martin was jovial, principled and conservative but Marvin was quite carefree and liberal but not all forgiving. To finalize her investigation, she went to Doreen, Martin’s mother. Upon seeing her Doreen asked “What do you want here?” Her attitude was quite understandable. Doreen and Lucy were friends-turned -enemies and Manilla was Lucy’s daughter. Manilla ignored her cold reception and succinctly told her, Ma’am, “ I think Martin has a twin brother. Doreen said, “ I knew I gave birth to Twins but one died during delivery.” “Maybe he didn’t die, said Manilla and showed Doreen the two pictures.They looked the same to Doreen but she still didn’t believe Manilla.Manilla suggested to Doreen to go and see Marvin for herself. Soon Doreen reached the entrance of Marvin’s great Mansion and guest who the watchman was, Dickson, the fire service man who raped Doreen. Doreen ignored him and entered Marvin’s house, She saw Marvin. He indeed looked exactly like Martin although she knew quite instinctively that he was not Martin. At that point , she believed what Manilla said. The boy Marvin was indeed her son, an identical twin. Shock waves reverberated through her anatomy. Just then.Doreen looked at him for a long time and said, Marvin, This is DICKSON VANDERPUYE. YOUR WATCH MAN IS YOUR FATHER AND A RAPIST !!! “ What?” Marvin was quite embarrassed. Before he could blink an eye, Dickson Knelt before him and Doreen and said, " please, forgive me. I was overcome by lust. In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and saviour, the king of king and Lord of Lord, the one who sacrificed himself at Golgata for the redemption of our sins, "PLEASE FORGIVE ME." Doreen looked at him. He was crying like a baby. She said, I will think about it. After much crying, Doreen looked at Dickson and pointed out to Marvin saying, " that is one of the by product of the rape. MARVIN IS YOUR SON, DICKSON. They are twins. Marvin had returned from America to look for us. The second one, Martin, had travelled to America to look for greener pastures. Dickson's eyes widened in shock. He realised it now. He had been working for his own son as a watchman. He looked forward to seeing his second son, Martin.Crying again, Marvin hugged his Father Dickson, saying, father, “ I have forgiven you.” Something kept bothering Doreen. How come the nurse who delivered her of the babies never told her she gave birth to Twins. Marvin narrated the nurses’ confession to them. Doreen was infuriated and rushed to the hospital to confront Dora but alas, she had quit. The administrator said she resigned three days ago. Marvin reunited with his father and mother. He yearned to see his brother Martin because he heard a lot about him. He was afraid of one main thing though. Doreen told him Martin had dated Sarah before. ****♨️*** Episode 36 is Loading ...

Hmn! I don't blame Nurse Dora

EPISODE 36✅[FINAL] Full Realization And Reunification [ Sarah’s Viewpoint ] Though Doreen kept insisting Marvin was not Martin, I still didn’t believe her. To me, Marvin was Martin and Martin was Marvin. It was just a game. I was at home when Martin(Marvin) called me. He said I should come to his residence right away. I asked him what was happening but he said it was a surprise. When I reached his mansion, I noticed his gateman Dickson had been replaced with a much younger man in his mid twenties. " Good morning ma'am," he greeted me. "Good morning, please is Marvin at home?" I asked. "Yes,ma'am, “ the security man said. I stepped into the house and realized a party was going on. Marvin welcome me to his residence. Before I could utter a word, I saw another young man that really look like ‘Marvin.’ The young man fixed his gaze on me and called out my name, "SARAH!!" The moment he called me, something shook in me and my brain flashed back in quick succession and then halted on a scene. Suddenly, I remembered everything. I screamed his name, “MARTIN” “SARAH” My mind flashed back to the first time I met him thinking he was my brother, his failed marriage , the DNA test, how I foiled his marriage , Our planned marriage. I slipped and fell, hitting my head hard on the cemented floor.It all came back to me like a movie. I was amazed at the unfolding of those scenes in my mind. Martin was my first boyfriend, not Marvin. "Hmmm, Martin, what happened after I slipped down on our wedding day and where have you been?" I asked. Martin looked quite sad. He responded, "after you slipped down and hit your head on the cemented floor, you lost your memory and was admitted at Korle Bu Teaching Hospital. I visited you everyday until your father stopped me. He blamed me for your misfortunes. Later, I got the chance to go to the USA. I returned two days ago?" Realization dawned on me. I have mistaken Marvin for Martin because they were identical Twins. How could I? It looked like I was in the family of Twins. Remember I had Twin brothers too- Mario and Marcelo and I was dating Twins. For over five minutes, there was an uneasy silence between Martin and I. Martin was my first and only true love. I had shown him unconditional love but he was always ambivalent about his love for me. The fibers of love burnt within me for Martin. Martin took me to a quiet place where we could have a little chat. In the backyard garden, I fixed my gaze on Martin. Then I gave him a passionate hug and kiss. We hugged each other as if there was no tomorrow. All the sentiments I had for him resurfaced.I have never stopped loving him even though my love have shifted to his twin brother mistakenly during my brain concussion. Now that I regain my memory, I realized the love I had for Martin was unparalleled. My joy knew no bound. My one and only true Martin is back. Then Martin said, “I’m back here to marry you and take you with me to America.” That’s unbelievable.It sounded too good to be true. In my moment of joy, I tuned round and saw someone staring at me from the back.He was Marvin. There was a tinge of jealousy in his eyes. Probably, no one told Martin I had been dating his twin brother before he returned . Even though Martin and Marvin were Twins, there were fundamental differences between them. Martin was much more fun to be with. He’s more principled and conservative and perhaps more intelligent than Marvin. But Marvin has his strength too. He was sociable,adaptive and more sophisticated. I was very happy Martin had returned and United With his brother, father and mother. Together we would become one great family. When I got married to Martin, it would be “happy ever after.” The following week, I realized changes in my body. My breast became fuller, I feel nauseous and slept a lot. Then I missed my period.I knew immediately I was pregnant for Marvin. That night I had sex with him in his residence. “Awww, God, why now. Just when we were planning to resume our marriage plan, the devil had decided to block it again by bringing in pregnancy. I knew Martin would never marry me if he knew I got pregnant for his twin brother Marvin. But I couldn’t hide it from him too. Abortion came into my mind. I could just take it out and solve the problem. Just when I was contemplating on what to do, Martin materialized. “Are you pregnant?” he asked me. I was quiet. He asked me again and I was quiet. Then he said, “You are pregnant for my brother, Marvin. Isn’t it? You mistook him for me and had sex with him thinking I changed my mind on premarital sex. No. I hate pre-marital sex and I would always remained solidly behind that principle.Sex is for married couples, Sarah. I keep telling you this. Now that you are pregnant , don’t ever think of abortion.” After saying that, he left. I felt my world coming down on me like waves. Martin would bounced me again because of the pregnancy.I knew it. I could feel it. ☆☆THE END ☆☆ *******❌*********** PROLOGUE Every mortal shall dance to the tune of destiny. What will be will be and what won’t be won’t be. We may try all we can but the destiny of love is beyond our control. We can’t always have what we desire unless such desires work in line with our destiny. It is ironical that Sarah who loved Martin with a passion ended up with Marvin instead of Martin. She gave birth to a bouncing baby boy whom he named after Martin Junior Vanderpuye. Marvin had renowned his USA citizenship and became a full Ghanaian. Mavis and Dora were arrested and sentenced to ten years imprisonment with hard labour after pleading guilty to baby thievery, kidnapping and trafficking. Martin returned to the USA. He is now in a relationship with the Annabelle, the white lady who conducted the interview for him when he went to the USA.From time to time, he calls home to check on the family. Lucy and Stephen strengthened their marriage and promised to be faithful to each other. Doreen got married to Dickson. The two friends-turned-enemies, Doreen and Lucy decided to reconcile and become good friends again. My dear Reader, always remember, what will be will be. You don’t need to force it. We must all carry the cross of our destiny. STAY BLESS?

Whatever will be will be! Thank you for this wonderful piece

Nice story

Thanks

Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be. Thank you my broda man. My amiable Writer , ❤️ ? you plenty. Well-done and God bless you.

A good job welldone this story is really slendid