Will Our Love End?
THE WRITER
DAISY YAWSON
WILL OUR LOVE END?
Three years ago
“Mum please!”
“Its fine.” Kwame interrupted.
Trying to get my attention on him. My lips were already swollen from our kiss earlier that it trembled amidst the chaos. My vee vee was locked up on his dick that I never thought my mum would find us together in bed.
“Gentleman, please leave my house!”
“Mum. Listen to me. Leave him alone.”
“Get out of my way,” she pushed me and I tripped, my breast, bouncing in the act.
Aria was asleep in her cot when mum barged in.
She was about five month old.
“Mum you’re going to make her cry. Please stop it and get out.”
I picked up Aria naked and rocked her back and forth in my arms.
Kwame managed to get dressed in his plain clothes and staggered off the bed. Mum went away for a bucket of water.
“Mum he will leave. Please don’t.” My heart kept thumping in my chest. I decided to put Aria back down and stop her but I was too late.
She got the water all over him and gosh, my tears kept pouring out for him. I hugged him tight but only got wet in the process.
“If he does not get out, you too will get wet. Silly girl. Kwasia. Did I bring you up to go this extreme with this rascal!”
He tried blocking the water from getting on me but it was impossible.
Why would mum call such a sweet guy a rascal?
“Look at me.”
I would have run out of tears if he didn’t stop me.
“I will leave and come get you to my place tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Hey hey…I don’t want you to get hurt alright.”
I nodded.
“So, do as I say. I love you.”
He was hurt. I could tell in his voice.
“You are still standing there, erh? Wait for me I’m coming.”
Mum rushed inside possibly for more water or something worse.
“But Kwame, you’re wet.”
“Yes, its fine. Stay here and clean yourself up. I can’t do that for you today,” he said and with a quick glance at Aria, he left.
I just stood there. My eyes red with tears. Yes. Let me clarify something. He kept his distant from me after the audio issue. That was when I was still in school but when he came over to see the baby, he just could not help it and we end up having sex.
Mum came back.
“Where is he! That boy is very lucky!”
Guys, this is not a telenovela you’re reading. It happened. My Kwame was soaked, wet in water.
Mum loves me but she’s got a different perspective on things. She believes that a woman has to get married before she has a baby but this is the 21st century.
A girl has got sexual needs but hey, don’t follow my steps.
After the incident, I rebelled and left home with the baby. I expected him to welcome us with open arms but I was greatly disappointed.
“If we had sex does not mean you can carry your belongings from your home to my place.”
He was annoyed. An expression I hardly see.
“Kwame, how did we ever get to this? You tell me nothing but when you come see your daughter, you expect us to be intimate. When will you have the balls to confront our issue?”
I bounced Aria on my hips.
“Please take her back. I can’t feed you and her together.”
I was getting angry with the bullshit he was spewing.
“Did I ask you to feed me? Did I?”
He rubs his palm on his face.
“Sika, I live with my sister. Some of my boys come around and to be honest, I don’t want you to be seen with your bare breast, feeding a baby.”
“Oh, is that it? Where should I take your child then, tell me?” His boys came exactly at that time.
“Please go okay, I promise to see you soon.”
I just stared at him.
“Okay what about this night?”
“See, we need somewhere to live. It’s not about you.”
His friends passed by us into his room.
“You are acting like your parents don’t feed you. Sika, please go back home. I promise to see you later this evening.”
“Are you going to come back after what my mum did? Find us a place to live soon. Staying with my mum is hell for me.”
Yes, I was behaving like a spoilt brat but can you blame me?”
He eyes twitched.
“Fine. I will call you this evening.”
Somehow, I left his place, back to my parent’s house. After these incidences, I changed. He also changed. We grew distant and cold.
It was like we were tired of everything that happened in our life. I asked myself if our love will end every single time I missed him.
Will Our Love End?
THE WRITER
Daisy Yawson is a young Ghanaian writer and a student at University of Professional Studies.
She is single and likes writing and watching reality shows.
WILL OUR LOVE END? Happens to be her first story on The Guest Writer series.
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