In the tapestry of our lives, every thread was meticulously woven to preserve the facade of perfection. Yet, behind the gilded doors of our ancestral home, the echoes of our forbidden love reverberated, threatening to breach the carefully constructed walls of normalcy.

Freddy and I went to school and we were in the same class , our relationship began when someone tried to  bully me in school and Freddy ended fucking up the guy . Since tht day I always felt saved and sound around him, I became jealous anytime he was around any female student in school . his lips , eyes, hes legs , his body , I could go on and on with this but hey I need to continue writing the story . navigated the labyrinth of our love, tiptoeing on the delicate precipice of secrecy. Our clandestine meetings became a refuge, a sanctuary where the constraints of societal norms dissolved into the hushed whispers of our hearts. All I am trying to say here is that , we started having sex together , it all happened when i found out soup was finished in the bath house when I decided to ake my bath , he was the only one at home . As he came to give me the soup , he saw me naked and he just offered the soup when he decided to leave , I placed a hot kiss on his lips and he almost got angry , I continued kissing him until he got the idea , we made the sweetest love making ever and right there , he broke my virginity .

The weight of our shared secret pressed upon my chest like a leaden burden, and yet, paradoxically, it buoyed my spirit with the euphoria of a love deemed forbidden by the world we inhabited. Imagine being in a relationship with your own brother , I don’t know why societal will have a problem with me deciding to sleep with whom ever I want , we started making love when we were kids and now we are both adults he is 30 and I am 25 . we have been having sex since I was 18 years so you can imagine guys .

Our stolen glances, the gentle brush of fingertips, spoke a language understood only in the sacred confines of our intimacy.

But within this cocoon of clandestine affection, fear lingered like an unwelcome specter. Fear of discovery clawed at the edges of our consciousness, casting a pall over our stolen moments of tenderness. We existed in a constant state of duality, balancing on a tightrope stretched taut between elation and trepidation.

Sometimes the fun part of this whole thing is anytime I close from work , we go to the beach and have passionate sex and all this time no one knew until , we were caught by the gateman kissing when my brother was leaving for work oneday and we thought no one was at home .

The whispers of our hearts were echoed in the clandestine whispers of the house's corridors, where the walls bore witness to our forbidden trysts. Each passing day felt like a delicate dance, a precarious waltz between the desire to be enveloped in our love and the dread of its exposure.

Now in Ghana ,The west African part of Africa where our economy is on the rise to its peak ,  if you have not made enough money you cannot just move out of your parents house to go and rent , so you can imagine the tension of this forbidden love.

I, Asantewaa, now chronicling our taboo love affair, grapple with the dichotomy of longing for liberation from the shackles of secrecy while being ensnared in the fear of societal condemnation. Being in love with my own brother is really the valley of the shadow of death , the holy bible was talking about , but i will continue to fight for love.