The gossip of our amoorous relationship escalated in my fathers church and it became a big deal,  i was shocked how people are so pissed . My father doesnt seem to really care but its the members who seem to have made a big deal out of the whole thing.

As I sit here, penning the intricacies of our forbidden love, I am confronted with the fragments of desires that have woven themselves into the tapestry of my existence.

The tendrils of passion that intertwined with Freddy created a world where societal norms faded into insignificance. In his embrace, I found solace, a refuge from the rigidity of societal expectations. His touch ignited a fire within me, a blaze that consumed rationality and kindled a longing I struggled to contain. Anytime I am making love to Freddy I don’t know care if the world ends , I am so fulfilled and I am so loved . Freddy sings to me , he knows how to make me happy.

Within the church there is a group of ladies who wanted Freddy so badly so when they heard of the trending news , they all got angry, some even left the church.

Yet, amidst the euphoria of our clandestine affection, there lurked the shadows of guilt, insidiously whispering reminders of the taboo that entwined our hearts. Guilt not for the depth of my feelings, but for the chaos it that will be sowed within our family, for the tremors it threatened to unleash upon our revered name.

The fear of exposure loomed large, casting a pall over our stolen moments of tenderness. The clandestine whispers of our love echoed within the corridors of our home, each fleeting encounter a delicate dance on the precipice of discovery.

I, Asantewaa , grappled with a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions. Desire and guilt danced a relentless tango within me, leaving my heart torn between the ecstasy of our union and the torment of its repercussions.

Within the silence of my thoughts, I yearned for an escape from the suffocating embrace of societal norms, a reprieve from the judgmental gazes that loomed in the shadows, ready to cast stones at our transgression. The main issue is that we live in a 6 bedroom house in East Legon and we both currently manage one of my dads company in Tema, we are Financially sound and this is the only thing making life difficult for me , loving my brother.

As I chronicle these emotions, it is as if I am unraveling the layers of my soul, exposing the raw, unfiltered desires that lurked beneath the veneer of propriety. And in this revealing, I seek solace, a semblance of understanding amidst the chaos that envelops our clandestine love affair. I wish people out there reading this story can understand how I am feeling as a woman filled with love and pain at the same time.