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?
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