TINA I had never liked the idea of marriage. To me marriage was just a painful and suffocation journey one must never choose to embark on. I mean why on earth do I need a man? A man was just there to add more burden to a woman's life. I had my own work; a three-star restaurant. I bought the place myself and had made my restaurant well known all over in Kumasi so I really didn't see why a successful woman like me should get married. I buy my own food and clothes and do not see the sense in marrying and then taking care of a full-grown man like a baby. Cooking for him, washing his clothes and taking care of a house that belonged to him. What was the essence in that?It was a total waste of time. The point was and had always been that, marriage was a burdensome and unnecessary procedure and don't let me start with children. Those little creatures that come into existence only to torment your life.When they come into the picture then you are done for. The cravings, mood swings and painf
MICHEALI hated marriages and I simply did not see the need for it. I was a successful business man with a stable income and a nice house and car. Bringing a woman into this peaceful and nice picture meant trouble. I truly did not see the need to marry. I knew I would one day get married because my family and society expected that from me but I would like to do it in my own time. Was it a sin to be thirty-six and not married? I don't need a woman.I had entered into relationships with quite a number of women and it was all the same thing. What they needed was money. They come into your life to spend your money and nothing else. There was a time in my late twenties when I wanted to settle down but I realized the lady I was planning on settling down with just wanted a wedding and nothing else. She wasn't in it for love like I was. No, she just saw a successful young man who could give her the kind of big wedding she dreamt of. Something to boast to her friends about and make them jeal
TINA“And that is what happened.” My mother ended her long speech and I just hawked at her. She sat gracefully on the arm chair as if she had made the greatest speech in the world. It was like she was telling me a movie. “So, in summary, you went to church to pray and whilst praying heard another woman praying the same prayer but in her case for her son. So, you meet her after the prayers and started a conversation with her, where she told you her problems and you said yours. And, after her showing you her son’s picture and how financially stable he is you decided to give my hand to a totally stranger you don’t even know yourself? I mean that sums it all right?” I asked in believe. I sat on the edge of the seat trying to make head and tail of the story. Maybe, if I repeat it three times in my head, it would sound better.“She is not a total stranger. She is Maame Rose, the women’s organizer in church. And she also saw your picture and was impressed. I also told her you are the owner
MICHEALThe cock-and-bull story my mother told me when I got to the house made my blood boil. How could she ask a total stranger to be my wife? She made it sound like there was something wrong with me that’s why I needed prayers and her help to get a woman for myself. For crying out loud, there was nothing wrong with me and I was well capable of getting a woman. I didn’t need her going to church to pray for me like I had spiritual problems or health problems. She just made me madder and madder with her recount of how she met the lady’s mother.I mean how could she give me away to a thirty-year-old woman? Even if she was to find me a wife, shouldn't she be at least younger maybe early twenties but thirty? Thirty years and unmarried, there must be something wrong with her. Most girls I knew married at the age of twenty-six, twenty-seven or latest by twenty-eight but not thirty. For me, by thirty years if a woman wasn’t married then there was something wrong with her character or she is
CHAPTER FIVETINAI took his number from my mom and but I couldn’t call him and it had been a week. I knew he had mine too so I was waiting for him to be the first to call so I could pretend I didn’t know him or I had any idea of whatever he would say.I wanted it to look like I had no idea about the marriage so that maybe he would know I wasn’t interested but it had been a week and he hadn’t made the first move yet. I was pissed and not happy. If I was to make the first move then it would look like I wanted this marriage but I didn’t.It was Saturday and I was in my office checking the account of the restaurant when one of my waiters came into my office telling me that a customer was dissatisfied with the food and was causing a commotion. I asked the waiter to tell the manager about it since that was why I hired a manger in the first place but he said the man wanted to sue my restaurant for severing him spoilt food and my manager was at lost and didn’t know what to do. What a waste o
CHAPTER SIXMICHAEL I know I was mean to her but I had be. I had to rule out the fact that she could be a whore or what they called Slay Queens nowadays. I had to get a reaction from her that proved that she didn’t sleep around to get to where she was. It was no secret that most women slept around to get to high places.I did my investigation about her and found that there were no scandals to her name. It was quite surprising that there was absolutely no scandals to her name. A woman as famous like her would have definitely been seen with politicians, chiefs and other important people in the societies because that was how they became famous. Some women actually created scandals like that on their own just to be famous and I had seen a lot of women do that. She was famous in her field and could compete with other major chefs in Ghana but there were no scandals to her.She had never been spotted with going out with anyone. How she managed to do that, nobody knew. So, I thought maybe s
Hello there, here is another chapter and I do hope you enjoy it.CHAPTER SEVENTINAIt has been days and I haven’t answered any of my mom’s calls. My brothers had also I called but I didn’t answer theirs too. I at first wanted to give this a chance because I had been busy with my restaurant for years and I have had no proper relationship in my life so I wanted to give this a marriage a chance but that chance I wanted to give this would be relationship has just been flashed down the toilet the moment my would-be husband called me an overused woman.Seriously, what kind of gentleman used that term for a woman they just meet. Oh, I know, a condescending arrogant asshole is the type who would do that. How dare he walked straight into my restaurant, my own territory, and call me that? I should have said something more hurtful than what he said to me to hurt him more than how he hurt me. I should have dressed him with insults from head to toe. But I did none of those, why? Because my mom w
Been a while but I hope you enjoy this one too.CHAPTER EIGHTTINAMy mom was the first to see me. She let go of the suit case she was moving from my room to her car and rushed towards me. I made an attempt to reverse the car but she rushed towards the car and laid on the ground right in front of my front tires. The least mistake could kill her and she knew I couldn’t do that. I could have injured her and I knew mother knew that I would never do that to her."Must you make me marry someone I don’t know? Someone you don’t even know? Someone I don’t love and would never love? Someone I hate more than anything right now? Don’t you care for me anymore? Doesn’t my happiness matter anymore? Why in God’s name are you so adamant about this? tell me, what at all did he give you to make you go through all these lengths just to make me marry him? what has he done to you or for you force this on me?” I broke down and started to cry. I thought mothers put their daughters needs and happiness first