Within the gilded confines of our home, the shadows whispered secrets that mirrored the turmoil of my heart. Freddy, my confidant in forbidden desires, stood as both the embodiment of my affection and the source of my relentless internal conflict.

Oneday while at work after our usual lovemaking in the office , I asked Freddy so oneday if this comes out and we have to stand before the whole family and even the world at large what would be his reaction. He took me to fuck everybody , I should fuck em. This was unexpected and short but hey , it is what it is , we move.

Our clandestine rendezvous, shrouded in secrecy, were an oasis amidst the desert of societal expectations. In his embrace, I found fleeting moments of respite, a reprieve from the suffocating weight of societal norms.

Yet, as the tendrils of our affection wound tighter around my heart, guilt coiled itself around my conscience. Guilt not for the depth of my feelings, but for the chaos our clandestine love affair threatened to unleash upon our revered family.

My mum is a very religious woman and she doesn’t like the whole idea , infact she is against the whole thing that’s going on , but because she loves me , she tries to keep it on the low. My mum doesn’t like the fact that you having sex with your own brother when there are many men out there, what will people say , what will her family back in the village will say , what will the church say , this is a total abomination ..

The fear of discovery was a relentless specter, casting a pall over our moments of intimacy. The clandestine whispers of our affection echoed through the corridors, each fleeting encounter a delicate ballet on the tightrope of societal acceptance.

I, Asantewaa, grappled with the dichotomy of desires that waged war within me. The allure of our forbidden love, a beacon of warmth amidst societal constraints, collided with the relentless weight of societal condemnation.

As I chronicled our story, each word became a reflection of the shadows that danced within my soul. Desire and guilt painted an intricate mosaic of emotions, leaving me stranded in a tempest of conflicting sentiments.

It was a hot Saturday and we decided to visit Labadi Beach in accra , and we ended up meeting a church member who couldn’t believe his eyes , we were busy kissing in the sand , she was shocked and didn’t outer a word . but we didn’t care as we were in love , this events trigger my mind everyday and night. But hey I am fighting for love.

In the echoes of our clandestine love affair, I sought understanding and solace—a semblance of peace amidst the chaos that enveloped my heart.