IN THE JOURNAL OF MRS. THOMPSON 3

15/03/1988

My dear diary, sorry for keeping you waiting on what is happening in my world. I’m in grief because I lost my dad two days ago. My half sister came to deliver this terrible news today. I still can’t believe he’s gone because I was in his office just last week and he told me he had a slight headache. Apparently, he died of heart failure. I don’t want to think of what mom may be going through now but God knows best. I leave all to Him. After all, He gives and He takes.

The last few days have been good because I went to the hospital and yours truly is 3 weeks pregnant but the doctor said it was not time to determine the gender of the child. I informed Kwesi and he was very happy and for once he kissed my tummy. Yes, he did! The few days since my last writing have been marvellous. Kwesi has been the best husband in the world. I think it’s because I’m pregnant; he buys me chocolate on his way back from work every evening and also massages my feet. When the news came in that dad has passed away, he hugged me so tight and I felt so loved at that moment. Oh, how I longed for this hug! We went for a walk that evening and he did everything to make me laugh all night. I really needed every bit of his presence. I truly appreciate what he’s been doing for me these days. I pray for more everyday.lol 

Now that dad has passed away, I have to visit the family members to discuss his burial service but I’m thinking of my Kwesi.  I’m thinking of who’ll take care of him when I’m away. Who will cook for him and wash his clothes? My half sister was also saying she’d love to stay with me and continue her education since dad has passed. Her mom whom my dad never married died about five years ago and so she had to live with dad till his demise. I haven’t discussed that with Kwesi yet but I plan on doing that tomorrow evening. I hope to make the right decision.

I thank God for these last few days; the love I’m getting from Kwesi and also the gift He has given me; a baby. I also thank Him for the life of my daddy and for calling him in His own time. In everything, I give thanks to God. Rest in peace daddy.

IN THE JOURNAL OF MRS. THOMPSON (2)

08/03/1988

Dear diary, I am very happy today because I think I am pregnant. What I am about to tell you is really amazing and I know you’ll doubt but remember, the God I serve is such a miracle working God. Last night after my evening devotion, I asked Kwesi to give me a massage and he told me he was too tired to do that and he slept off. As I lay on the bed reflecting on the devotion I had earlier on, I saw something which wasn’t a dream, trust me, I think it was a vision I had. I saw a bridal train marching up towards me with such pretty smiles on their faces. When they got closer to our bed, a little flower girl climbed on the bed and sat on me and all I saw again was that, the bridal train had turned their backs and the little girl looked happy as she waved them goodbye. I immediately woke up Kwesi when I came back to my senses and told him what I had seen but he thought it was a nightmare. Diary, I can swear what I saw was real. I couldn’t sleep last night; I kept worshipping God and praising Him all night for what I had seen. I have this strong faith that I am pregnant with a baby girl and this girl I’m carrying in my womb is for signs and wonders. I know that she will live to fulfil the purpose for which God sent her to do.

My in-law, Kwesi’s mom was here today. I don’t know what this woman is up to. The first place she entered immediately she got here was the kitchen. Auntie Naomi just entered my kitchen and opened the saucepan on the stove to see what I had made for her son. I came back from my bedroom only to see my in-law dishing out the food I had prepared for my husband to eat. When I humbly asked her why she did that, this old woman had the guts to ask who gave me the money to cook. She made me know today that anything that belongs to her son in this house belongs to her. Ahhh, Auntie Naomi paa is something else o. You know, I promised myself never to have sex till I got married and so I seldom visited Kwesi in his house when we were courting. We used to hang out a lot in open places and in my house when my siblings were around. He didn’t even like the idea of me coming to visit because he thought it was embarrassing on his side. I would have gotten to know this in-law of mine better if I had gone to his house often when we were courting. No wonder Kwesi doesn’t like his mom, he never speaks well of her. I now understand.

Diary, do you think I should tell Kwesi about what his mother came to do here? Because I’m thinking my husband will get angry and say hurtful things to his mother and that will mean I am causing issues between a mother and her child. I don’t want these kinds of issues in my marriage; I want to have peace in my home.

Ps: I plan on going to the hospital tomorrow to check if I am pregnant. Fingers crossed!

IN THE JOURNAL OF MRS. THOMPSON(1)

02/03/1988

My name is Mrs. Ama Thompson. I'm married to Mr. Kwesi Thompson, a clerk with a renowned institution in Tema. I met Kwesi at church; in fact he was the youth president at the time. A very dynamic and spiritual fellow he was. People kept talking about his prayerful life and how He had availed himself for God to use him. He told me he was from a very poor family and that his father who was a fisherman never married his mom who was just a help in someone's house. I felt pity for him and also felt something for him which i would call love. I then decided that I'll walk with this man and be his help. My siblings were so much against the relationship that some even decided not to talk with me anymore but i was never bothered; I had found the love of my heart. Not to boast, I come from a well-to-do family; my dad is a big time businessman and my mom is a nurse. It was dad's wish that i marry his business partner's son Sam but truly, I never liked that guy. He was always clubbing and having fun so when I met Kwesi who was so such a staunch christian, I knew he was what I wanted in a man. I did everything for Kwesi, I made sure he changed his wardrobe so that he could feel good anytime he came around my family, especially my dad. I created the impression that he was also from a good home so dad could accept him; little did dad know i was using the money he gave me to cater for my Kwesi.

Kwesi proposed to me on the 25th of January, 1987 , that was after my dad had found him a job. I thought it was too early for him since he needed time to settle down but no, my Kwesi boldly went to my dad to ask for my had in marriage when i had travelled with mom so when we came back from the trip, dad told me my husband-to-be had come for the marriage list. Well, it wasn't really a bother because I loved him and I knew I would marry him someday. Our wedding was so big and wonderful, my parents did everything to make me happy on my day and dad gave us a house to live in upon my request. Everything went on smoothly as I wished till I started noticing something. Anytime we closed from church on Sundays, Kwesi would chat with this particular girl for quite a long time and when I walked to him to let him know I'm waiting for him, he'd ask me to take the lead and that he'll come home later. He'd come back like 3 hours later and when I asked he'd be bold enough to tell me I'm not his superior to be asking about where he goes.So soon?

Dear diary, I'm writing all this today because i feel betrayed, not by an enemy but by a lover. Apparently, the lady Kwesi always chats with at church is his girlfriend. His own friend John told me this. Kwesi made me believe that he converted her to Christianity and so it is his responsibility to know how she's coping with the new path she has taken. I approached the girl today after the fasting and prayer service this evening at church and she admitted that she was indeed seeing my husband. She begged me to let that stay between us and promised never to see Kwesi again. I haven't asked Kwesi and I doubt I ever will. Don't ask me why?