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I was scared at when I was visiting her in the presence of her parents for the first time. Taking a swipe at my past I least expected to be accepted in the family. On the way I become so nervous and tensed and asked a lot of questions like what could be the surprising questions they would ask me among others. But my "Oka" kept assuring me that all is well because the are nice people and won't stress me. When we got there I was given a well-deserving welcome that surprised me but I kept my cool not wanting to disgrace myself or show my nervousness. They spoke to me like their own son and I felt so much at home. Her dad asked me my aim in life if I should marry Emerald and the first thing that came to mind was to love her above her things. I voluntarily narrated my past life and he assured me that people change and that he hope and pray that I would become a better version of myself. Unknown to me, her parents had been observing everything of me at the church and had seen m

Image from pin interest Unusual of me, I texted her early the next morning, just to make sure I am the first to be the cock that crows into her ears, only for me to see her short lovely message that melted my heart like lead in a blazing fire. I held the phone close my heart to make sure my heartbeat is perfect. I replied likewise and requested to meet her today if possible because I couldn't afford to miss her precious face. As the Idoma of Nigeria would say, this is an "Oka" that I cannot let slip my hands. I told my friends about my new found woman. The laughed out loud because they knew after a week I would be done with her. I told them not with this one. After they seeing her picture on phone as a screensaver they went gay and said "this woman don change opana". At a few minutes they reiterated that after a week it would be over, even to the point of they promising me to take Emerald out for a treat if she goes beyond a week with me in our love story. Days

On a bright sunny afternoon when nothing seems to happen, I stood up to think of what I could do with my wasted life, I took a stroll on the streets with no particular aim or place, a wanderer like most of the first settlers in mother Ghana. I happen to come across a person, beautifully made and adorned that one could not look at twice without making a glance and licking the lips. This lady happens to seeking to go the same route I was plying. The only difference was that she was Photo from google waiting for a moving vehicle to jump onto and I was using my feet as my motion boat. I usually don't take risk of approaching damsels because I hate to be bounced. But in this case I thought of taking chances lose. I made a bold step coupled with courage to approach her. Like A.B. Crenstsil would say in one of songs with Bice Osei Kuffuor (Obour), I went forward to ask her name and she mentioned a very beautiful name that I could have never known. Her name was Emerald. I thought to mysel